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

The anaerobic battery life was recharged from almost depleted to an additional hour and forty minutes.

Seventeen giant deep-sea monsters. All gone.

But as the last batch of giant beasts was compressed, their bodies emitted a high-frequency fluctuation—not mental pollution, but fear.

A pure, biologically instinctive wave of fear.

The wave penetrated the high-density fluid, the dark purple remnants of the light net, and the last hundred meters, reaching the top of the black pillar.

That sphere.

The dark purple sphere, ten meters in diameter, stopped pulsing.

The frequency of light and dark switching on the surface of the sphere suddenly increased, jumping from twice per second to twenty times per second.

The high-dimensional runes on the pillar lit up simultaneously.

The entire pillar, from bottom to top, was illuminated by runes stretching two hundred meters, radiating a dazzling purple light in the dark seabed.

Something woke up from inside the pillar.

It seeped out from the middle of the column.

It wasn't "coming out," it was "seeping." Just like liquid seeping from the pores of a stone, an irregular mass of dark purple substance squeezed out from the surface of the black column and slowly spread out in the high-density fluid.

The expansion was not fast, but its sheer size caught Qin Meng's attention.

The matter continuously peels away from the column and recombines at a distance of about fifty meters from the column surface.

The first thing to take shape is the whiskers—eight in total, each over two hundred meters long and ranging from five to ten meters in diameter.

The surface of the tentacles was covered with high-dimensional runes of the same origin as the pillar. The density of the runes was several orders of magnitude higher than the chaotic glow on the giant beast's body. They were arranged neatly, like circuits written on skin.

Then comes the main body.

A semi-transparent dome-shaped structure, approximately eighty meters in diameter. Inside the dome, numerous dark red filaments flow, forming a complex network structure.

At the center of the network is a black sphere three meters in diameter—unlike the one at the top of the pillar, this sphere is pure black, with no pulses, no fluorescence, nothing at all.

Eight tentacles, a dome-shaped body, and a core black sphere.

octopus.

If Hu Biao had seen this scene on the night he collapsed, he probably would have called it something like "a high-dimensional cephalopod."

Qin Meng calls it a vegetable.

But his black hole engine gave a less-than-satisfactory assessment.

This thing's energy density—the engine scanned it three times to confirm the value was correct—was sixty times the total energy density of the seventeen giant beasts it had just swallowed.

Twelve levels.

It's on par with the Abyss Overlord he devoured in Japan. But it's larger, its form is more adapted to the deep-sea environment, and it's been constantly immersed in the energy radiation of the main node, essentially making it an ancient monster that's been soaking in a hot spring for countless years.

Garrison Commander.

Within the organization of the Abyss Royal Court, the Garrison Commander is a resident military force responsible for guarding important strongholds.

Qin Meng had managed to get this word out of the Japanese prime minister, but he hadn't paid much attention to it at the time.

Now I care.

Because the garrison commander did something.

It didn't rush over.

Its eight tentacles slowly unfolded around its body, forming a fan-shaped area with a radius of two hundred meters.

The high-dimensional runes on the surface of the tentacles are synchronously activated—not glowing, but rewriting something.

Qin Meng sensed it.

Gravity has changed.

It's not generated by his gravitational field. It's the change in gravity of the external environment itself.

The direction beneath his feet, originally defined as "down" by gravity, became heavier.

soon.

The magnitude was not large—initially only two or three times the normal gravitational force.

For someone with a physique of just over 2,700 points, the effect of wearing two extra layers of thermal underwear is negligible.

But the garrison commander did not stop at three times.

The brightness of the runes continues to increase.

Five times, ten times.

Qin Meng's body began to respond. It wasn't pain, but a strange heaviness—his muscles needed to exert extra effort to maintain his posture.

For a long time, the feeling of "needing to exert effort to stand" had disappeared from his bodily memory.

Fifty times.

He was breathing—he no longer needed to breathe due to anaerobic metabolism—but his chest cavity was being compressed.

The lung lobes are compressed by their own mass in the direction of gravity, and the spaces between the alveoli are narrowing.

One hundred times.

The bones began to creak.

It's not a fracture. It's the stress concentration caused by the bone being subjected to abnormal gravity that causes deformation in the bone's microstructure.

The bones, forged from over 2,700 points of physique, are dense enough to be hard, but even the hardest bones have their limits of elasticity.

Three hundred times.

Qin Meng's knees bent at an angle.

Just one degree. But for him, this one degree represented a fact—under three hundred times the force of gravity, his lower limb weight-bearing system showed signs of insufficient compression margin for the first time.

The garrison commander's whiskers were still glowing.

Five hundred times.

Beneath Qin Meng's feet, the rocks at the bottom of the trench were pulverized in the supergravity field. The rubble was crushed into powder, and the powder was further compacted into dense, slab-like rock layers.

He was sinking deeper into the rock, not because the rock had softened, but because his own weight in the gravitational field was so great that he could crush the rock.

A thousand times.

The creaking sounds from the bones became more frequent. The first microscopic crack appeared in the right tibia.

It's not dangerous, but it exists.

Qin Meng looked down at his legs.

How long has it been since he had a bone fracture?

The last time was the fight with Ji Wudao. I was knocked out by that old man with the crystal using a high-dimensional shockwave.

Two thousand times.

Qin gasped for breath, not because he needed oxygen, but because the compression of his chest cavity had affected the efficiency of his heart's pumping.

Under two thousand times the force of gravity, the flow of blood in blood vessels requires the heart to exert greater pressure to overcome gravity.

The heart is protesting. Each contraction consumes three times the energy of a normal heartbeat.

Three thousand times.

Qin Meng's knees bent at a 15-degree angle.

Sweat was squeezed out of the pores—not from heat, but from the leakage of tissue fluid caused by excessively high intravascular pressure.

The garrison commander hovered a hundred meters away, the runes on his eight tentacles already shining brightly to the limit of visual perception.

It didn't come close. It didn't need to come close.

It was using Qin Meng's greatest strength—gravity—to kill him.

Moreover, it is a modified, localized gravity precisely controlled by higher-dimensional laws.

It's not a simple increase—Qin Meng's absolute mass can also increase his own gravitational field.

The guardian uses a different method: it temporarily modifies the gravitational constant itself in the local space where Qin Meng is located.

It does exactly the same thing as the master node.

However, the master node makes slow, global changes at a rate three times greater.

The garrison commander can rapidly modify a local space with a radius of fifty meters; the magnitude of this modification is—

Five thousand times.

Qin Meng's right knee slammed into the ground.

Kneel on one knee.

Blood was forced out of the nasal cavity, dispersing into a dark red mist in the high-density fluid.

It wasn't internal bleeding; it was a rupture of nasal capillaries under abnormal pressure.

The microscopic crack in the bone is expanding. The crack in the right tibia has gone from microscopic to macroscopic—a one-centimeter-long fissure has appeared on the anterior edge of the tibia.

pain.

I haven't experienced this kind of clear, bone-deep pain in a long time.

Seven thousand times.

Qin Meng's other knee also struck down.

Kneel on both knees.

With his hands braced on the rubble, his ten fingers were embedded in the compacted rock, and his finger bones were bearing thousands of tons of pressure in the direction of the supergravity field.