My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Qin Meng took forty-seven minutes to reach the airspace above the target sea area.

A flight speed of Mach 15 would generate severe aerodynamic heating within the atmosphere, with temperatures sufficient to melt most known alloys.

For skin with 2,700 points of physique, this temperature is about the same as soaking in a hot spring.

The real problem begins with the sea beneath our feet.

11°21′N, 142°12′E. The surface projection area of ​​the Mariana Trench.

The sea appeared calm, with the deep blue water undulating under the moonlight, and the waves no more than two meters high.

Qin Meng hovered at an altitude of three thousand meters.

He looked down.

The detection range of a black hole engine is reduced in seawater—water molecules absorb gravitational waves eight hundred times more strongly than air.

Even with the discount, he could still sense what was coming from the deep blue bottom beneath his feet.

Energy fluctuations.

Extremely stable and regular, like a giant heart beating at a fixed frequency at a depth of 10,000 meters in the ocean.

Each pulsation radiates upwards in a concentric circle of high-dimensional energy ripples.

Ripples penetrate the seawater, the earth's crust, and the atmosphere, eventually dissipating above the stratosphere.

This is the "modification command" that has been running continuously.

With each jump, Earth's gravitational constant is pushed in a direction three times the distance by an extremely small value.

It's so tiny that no existing gravimeter in the world can detect it, yet it's moving. Continuously moving.

Qin Meng's communicator rang.

Hu Biao's voice came out from inside, hoarse from staying up for more than ten hours.

"Boss, have we arrived?"

"arrive."

"Let me double-check the data here. The master node depth is 10,924 meters, with a margin of error of no more than three meters. Coordinate deviation—"

"No need," Qin Meng interrupted him. "I can feel it."

Hu Biao paused for a moment. "How do you feel?"

"The engine is pulling me down."

Hu Biao was silent for two seconds. He was already used to the unscientific descriptions Qin Meng used when describing bodily functions.

"Drag," "hungry," and "greedy"—these words, spoken by a being with an organ capable of converting antimatter-level energy, each have their precise physical meaning, but Qin Meng was too lazy to translate them.

"There are a few things I need to remind you of."

"explain."

"First, when I analyzed the child node data, I found that the energy radiation pattern of the master node was regularly interrupted."

A trough lasting about seven seconds appears approximately every forty minutes.

"What do you mean?"

"This means the master node doesn't operate purely mechanically. It has a biological clock. There's something inside that's on duty, periodically adjusting the output power."

Qin Meng understood. It was alive. There was something alive watching inside.

"The second thing," Hu Biao said, quickening his pace, "I intercepted a shortwave communication sent out from the master node during reverse tracking, pointing towards the Abyss Dimensional Barrier."

I can't decipher the communication, but the frequency characteristics are highly consistent with the signal Earth received before the Judgment's arrival.

"It's calling for people."

"Highly likely. After you consumed the Judge in Japan, the Abyss Royal Court should already know that the probe they sent was crushed. The guards of the main node may be requesting reinforcements."

"How long will it take for reinforcements to arrive?"

"Based on the time it takes for the judges to travel from the other side of the dimensional barrier to Earth—an optimistic estimate—twenty-four to forty-eight hours."

That's enough.

Qin Meng turned off the communicator.

He looked down at the sea beneath his feet.

Then, he adjusted his body to a vertical position.

Head down.

Feet facing upwards.

Keep your arms close to your sides.

Absolute quality – full power release.

All the mass of the 2,700 points of physical strength was concentrated into one point at this moment.

Qin Meng's body transformed into an armor-piercing projectile—less than a meter in diameter, but with a mass comparable to a small mountain.

He fell down.

No running start, no jump. Pure free fall, plus the additional gravitational acceleration from absolute mass.

The height of three thousand meters was leveled in three seconds.

The moment it enters the water.

A problem has arisen on the sea surface.

Normally, an object hitting the water with this speed and mass should create a water column tens of meters high. But Qin Meng's entry into the water did not create any splash.

Because the water splashes don't have time to form.

His body broke through the water so fast that the seawater didn't have time to be pushed aside before he had already passed through.

The water inlet was left with only a black circular hole less than two meters in diameter, with neat edges, like a pipe that had been laser-cut.

The seawater reacted after half a second, rushing from all sides into the round hole in an attempt to fill it back in.

But Qin Meng's descent was still accelerating—the gravitational field generated by his absolute mass tore open a waterless vacuum channel beneath him, and the seawater was pushed to both sides by gravity, forming a vertical tubular cavity.

He sank into the pipe.

The walls are surrounded by seawater.

The color of the deep sea changed faster than he had expected. At a depth of 500 meters, the last ray of natural light disappeared.

At one thousand meters, the seawater turned from deep blue to pure black. At two thousand meters, a few deep-sea fish poked their bald heads out of the darkness, only to be squeezed into thin pancakes by the tidal wave.

At 3,000 meters, the water temperature began to drop, but it had no effect on him.

When the water pressure rises to 300 atmospheres per square centimeter, the surface deformation is negligible.

Four thousand meters, five thousand meters, six thousand meters.

It continues to fall.

The gravitational field maintains the existence of the vacuum channel.

The walls of seawater surged and roared on both sides of the passage, and the amount of water displaced was enough to fill a small reservoir.

But the inner walls of the channel are extremely stable—the gravitational gradient generated by absolute mass pushes back any seawater molecules that try to rush in.

Qin Meng was falling into the deepest part of the Earth at supersonic speed inside a dry pipe.

7,000 meters.

Changes have occurred.

Hu Biao is right.

The properties of the seawater began to change. The water on the tunnel walls was no longer normal deep-sea water—it became viscous, with a dark purple sheen, as if it had been contaminated by something.

Qin Meng's gravitational field began to experience additional resistance at this depth.

It's not a problem with water pressure; it's that the density of the water itself is skyrocketing.

7,500 meters. He noticed that the seawater flowing on the tunnel walls had slowed down.

It's not because the flow rate has decreased, but because the water is no longer liquid—it's somewhere between liquid and solid, with a viscosity close to that of molten metal.

8,000 meters.

The passageway can't hold up anymore.

High-density, distorted seawater began to seep into the pipe wall, and the gravitational field could not keep up with the speed of infiltration as it pushed out.

The purplish viscous liquid squeezed in through tiny cracks in the tube wall, forming an increasingly thick layer around Qin Meng's body.

The descent speed dropped sharply.

It dropped from supersonic speed to 200 meters per second.

Then it's 100 meters.

Fifty meters.