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

It's like going from diving into water to drilling into slurry.

Qin Meng sensed it; it wasn't water pressure.

It is the medium itself that is resisting its existence.

The seawater below 8,000 meters has been completely transformed by the high-dimensional radiation of the master node, and its density has reached 47 grams per cubic centimeter—close to that of tungsten alloy.

He was swimming in liquid tungsten.

The vacuum channel maintained by the gravitational field is completely closed.

The high-density purple fluid enveloped him from all directions, creating resistance so great that even his absolute mass could not push it away.

wrong.

It's not that it can't be pushed open, it's that the efficiency is too low.

Vacuum channels require displacing all the fluid within the entire pipe wall area, resulting in excessive energy consumption.

Doing this in air is effortless, but doing it in a medium with a density 50,000 times that of air would be too much for the black hole engine to handle.

Qin Meng changed his strategy.

He no longer maintained the tubular channel, but instead contracted the gravitational field to a range close to the body surface—retaining only a vacuum layer of half a meter around his body.

The total output power of the gravitational field remains unchanged, but the area of ​​effect is reduced to one percent of the original.

The repulsive force per unit area increases dramatically.

A half-meter vacuum layer tightly adhering to the body surface was re-established.

The high-density fluid was pushed half a meter away, forming an elliptical bubble around his body.

The bubbles begin to sink in the liquid tungsten.

The speed is picking up, but not fast, at about thirty meters per second.

It's an order of magnitude slower than before, but it's moving downwards.

8,500 meters.

Nine thousand meters.

A strange phenomenon began to appear on the outer wall of the bubble—when the purple fluid came into contact with the boundary of the gravitational field, it would secrete a more viscous secondary substance, which would stick to the surface of the bubble like a scab.

The gravitational field requires additional power to remove this crust.

The power allocation of the black hole engine is as follows: 60 percent is used to maintain the bubble, 20 percent is used to remove surface deposits, 10 percent is used for sensing and detection, and 10 percent is in standby mode.

There's no room left for anaerobic metabolism.

Qin Meng began to deplete his body's oxygen reserves. His myoglobin, with 2700 points of physical strength, had an extremely high oxygen storage capacity, but under this full-power operation, the rate of consumption was equally astonishing.

He could feel the dissolved oxygen in his blood decreasing.

It's not a big problem. There will be food down there.

Nine thousand three hundred meters.

The first sound, emanating from the depths, entered the range of gravity perception.

It's not sound. It's vibration. An extremely low-frequency vibration, so low that human hearing cannot detect it at all, but the black hole engine can sense its pattern of propagation in high-density fluid.

It's rhythmic.

Once every two seconds.

Like breathing.

What breathes at a depth of 10,000 meters in the ocean?

And there's more than one.

Qin Meng discerned at least—he counted—seventeen different vibration sources through his gravitational perception.

They are distributed within a radius of approximately three kilometers around the target coordinates, forming a somewhat irregular circle.

guard.

Hu Biao said there were staff on duty at the main node. And not just staff; there was a ring of sentries outside.

Nine thousand eight hundred meters.

The density of the purple fluid jumped again, reaching 120 grams per cubic centimeter.

It has exceeded the density of any known liquid substance on the Earth's surface.

Qin Meng's gravitational field bubble was compressed to a distance of less than thirty centimeters from his body surface.

Power allocation was forced to adjust – 75 percent was used to maintain the bubbles, and the remainder was barely enough for detection and basal metabolism.

His speed dropped to eight meters per second.

Slow, too slow.

Qin Meng adjusted his posture.

In such a viscous medium, vertical descent is not actually optimal—the body's cross-sectional area is too large. He curled up again, rolling himself into a ball to minimize the cross-sectional area.

Then he did something that Hu Biao would never have advised him to do.

He switched the gravitational field from "repulsion" mode to "traction" mode.

It no longer pushes away the surrounding fluid. Instead, it does so.

The black hole engine began to exert a gravitational pull downwards—directly using the master node's energy signal as an anchor point to pull itself down.

From pushing to pulling.

The direction of the force is reversed, but the effect is completely different.

Pushing requires overcoming the resistance of the entire fluid layer, while pulling only requires overcoming the friction between its own mass and the medium.

The sinking speed returned to fifty meters per second.

The cost was that the bubbles disappeared.

The high-density fluid was applied directly to the skin.

A high-dimensional liquid fluid at a depth of 10,924 meters, with a pressure of 1,030 atmospheres per square centimeter, was squeezing Qin Meng's body, which had 2,700 points of physical strength.

Body surface deformation – 0.017 millimeters.

Does it hurt? No, it doesn't hurt. Is it tight? Yes, it is.

It's like wearing a very tight outfit.

However, high-dimensional radiation particles mixed in the fluid begin to penetrate the skin.

It's not physical intrusion. It's infiltration. Infiltration at the microscopic scale.

High-dimensional particles, smaller than the interatomic gaps, pass through the molecular gaps in the skin and enter the subcutaneous tissue.

Qin Meng felt an itch.

It's not an itch on the surface of the skin, but a tingling sensation coming from deep within the nerve endings.

Those higher-dimensional particles roamed within his subcutaneous tissue, attempting to—

Trying to interfere with something.

His thought process experienced a brief frame-skipping.

What were I thinking about just now? Right, the descent speed. Fifty meters per second. How much depth remains at the target depth?

Qin Meng blinked.

Spiritual pollution.

Hu Biao didn't mention this. Maybe he didn't know, or maybe he didn't have time to analyze it to this extent.

The high-dimensional radiation mixed in the high-density fluid, in addition to changing the density of seawater, also carries a low-intensity mental interference ability.

It's not the kind of powerful blow that can destroy consciousness in one strike; it's more like a continuous, slow erosion of cognition.

It distracts you. It makes you forget what you're doing, it makes you stop.

Then it was swallowed forever by the seabed 10,000 meters deep.

Qin Meng brought his wandering thoughts back on track.

His brain tissue density, forged from 2,700 points of physical strength, was hard enough that this level of mental pollution could not penetrate his cognitive defenses.

But it did seep in from the edge of the bubble.

This thing is more than enough to deal with ordinary divers or martial artists of level six or seven.

Any creature attempting to approach the main node will have its sense of direction and purpose eroded by mental pollution as it traverses this layer of alienated seawater, which is several kilometers thick, turning it into an empty shell drifting aimlessly in the deep sea.

Qin Meng's mouth twitched slightly amidst the high-density fluid.

These guys are pretty good at setting up defenses.

10,000 meters.

10,200 meters.

10,500 meters.

The energy pulses of the master node became increasingly clear. With each pulse, he could feel the black hole engine in his chest resonating in sync.

That feeling of hunger becomes concrete—no longer a vague "hunger," but a precise craving that can be measured in calories.

The engine is estimating the total energy of the master node.

The estimation result made Qin Meng's pupils shrink slightly.

Big, extremely big.

It was dozens of times larger than the Judge, and even larger than that twelfth-rank Grand Lord.

That's enough for him to have a good meal.

10,800 meters.

Light appeared.