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

Under the ultimate pressure of 100,000 times gravity, Qin Meng's physique rose upwards at a rate of one to two points per second.

The garrison commander's whiskers stopped trembling.

Because it can no longer shake, its energy reserves shrink drastically under full power output.

Maintaining a gravity field 100,000 times stronger consumes an astronomical amount of energy; even a 12th-level guardian cannot withstand it for long.

time.

The garrison commander is gambling with time.

Could 100,000 times the force of gravity completely crush this carbon-based life form into powder before it runs out of energy?

The answer will be revealed in fifteen seconds.

Qin Meng's right hand rose from the rock strata.

Spread out each of your five fingers one by one.

Palms flat on the ground, wrists, forearms, elbows.

He was doing push-ups.

Push-ups under 100,000 times the force of gravity.

The fibers in the arm muscles break and rebuild simultaneously, producing a dense crackling sound.

Each newly formed fiber bundle is 5 percent thicker than the previous one, making each millimeter of pushing up a little easier than the last.

His chest cavity was lifted off the ground.

Then comes the abdomen.

Then comes the knee.

Qin Meng, from a prone position, managed to stand up in a gravitational field ten thousand times stronger than normal.

Kneel on one knee.

Then push yourself up with both feet.

stand--

The last half meter is the most difficult. The shear force on the lumbar spine reaches its peak the moment of standing upright.

His spine creaked and groaned, like a rusty machine being forced to turn.

But he stood up.

In the middle of a gravitational field 100,000 times stronger. Upright.

Physical attributes: 2847.

Qin Meng looked at the garrison commander, who was a hundred meters away.

The dome structure of the garrison commander's residence is slightly collapsing.

Its whiskers changed from a bright purple to a dull grayish-purple—a sign that its energy was running low.

"I told you," Qin Meng's voice distorted through the high-density fluid, "it's only ten thousand."

He lifted his foot.

step.

A step under 100,000 times the force of gravity.

Each time you lift a foot, you have to contend with a weight equal to 100,000 times the weight of that foot.

When it landed, it left a knee-deep footprint on the seabed.

The second step.

third step.

The garrison commander's rational judgment system—if such a thing exists for twelfth-order higher-dimensional beings—finally yielded a conclusion.

Gravity couldn't kill him.

The runes on the whiskers disappeared three times, as if it was hesitating.

Then, the garrison commander abandoned the law of gravity.

The gravitational field, which was 100,000 times stronger than gravity, suddenly disappeared.

The change came too suddenly. The moment Qin Meng's body switched back to one-time gravity after adapting to 100,000 times the normal gravity, a severe mechanical imbalance occurred—all the muscles in his body were still contracting at 100,000 times the normal force, and the sudden loss of resistance caused his movements to increase dramatically.

The "step" with the right foot turned into an uncontrolled catapult.

He was kicked away by his own leg.

Direction - straight ahead.

It was exactly in the direction of the garrison commander.

0.8 seconds. A distance of 100 meters was swallowed up in 0.8 seconds.

The garrison commander realized what was happening.

The eight tentacles simultaneously lashed out at Qin Meng, each tentacle condensing a high-dimensional corrosive field transformed from its remaining energy.

Qin Meng's right hand grabbed the first tentacle that arrived during the flight.

He held the high-dimensional tentacles, which were over 200 meters long and 10 meters in diameter, in his hand.

The corrosive field on the surface of the whiskers came into contact with his palm.

Corrosion has begun.

The molecular structure of the skin's surface is peeled away layer by layer under the influence of high-dimensional corrosive energy. One millimeter. Two millimeters.

Qin Meng tightened his grip on his fingers.

Then—talk about it.

The whiskers broke off at the base; the break wasn't cut open, but rather ripped off by brute force.

The two-hundred-meter-long tentacles swayed in the high-density fluid, lost their connection to the body, and began to wither rapidly.

Qin Meng stuffed the severed tendril into his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

The energy density of the tentacles of a twelfth-order creature is higher than the total flesh of those giant beasts combined.

The black hole engine provided an assessment the instant it was digesting the data.

good to eat.

It's really delicious.

The physique jumped two numbers.

2849.

Qin Meng lunged at the garrison commander's main body, and the garrison commander retracted his remaining seven tentacles in an attempt to block.

Qin Meng used one hand to parry aside the two closest ones, and with the other hand, he grabbed the outer wall of the dome structure.

The dome is made of a translucent, high-dimensional crystal with extremely high hardness. Qin Meng's fingers could only penetrate less than one centimeter.

enough.

A point of force, one centimeter in diameter.

2849 points of physical strength.

He's arrogant.

A crystal fragment of about three square meters in area was torn from the outer wall of the dome, revealing the dark red filament network underneath.

The temperature in the antimatter furnace soared to 12,000 degrees Celsius.

Qin Meng's right hand, with a surface temperature of 12,000 degrees, reached into the breach.

The dark red filaments burn, evaporate, and decompose at high temperatures.

The garrison commander's body trembled violently.

For the first time—it made a sound.

It's not a sound wave. It's a sharp vibration in a high-dimensional frequency band that penetrates high-density fluids, penetrates seabed rock layers, and propagates in a distant direction.

A distress signal.

It is sending its final coordinates to the Abyss Royal Court.

Qin Meng sensed the signal.

He did not hesitate.

He grabbed the edge of the tear in the dome with his left hand and pried it open—the tear widened to five meters. Then he crawled inside.

Inside the garrison commander's body.

A dark red network of fine threads coiled around him from all directions, attempting to envelop him, digest him, and assimilate him. Each thread carried fragments of higher-dimensional rules, and upon contact with his skin, it would attempt to rewrite the physical constants of his body surface.

Qin Meng didn't care.

Black hole engine starts at full power, feeding mode.

He began to eat from the inside out of the garrison commander's body.

The dark red filaments were torn apart, coiled, and poured into the mouth by the gravitational field.

The high-dimensional crystal fragments were absorbed after being melted by the high temperature. The inner structure of the dome collapsed under the combined attack of gravity and high temperature.

The garrison commander's distress signals grew stronger—and more chaotic.

Qin Meng ate faster and faster.

Physical strength: 2860, 2870, 2880.

His hand touched the black core sphere.

It is three meters in diameter, pure black, without light, and without temperature.

But the black hole engine's reaction to it—

The engine is shaking.

Thirst, an extreme, uncontrollable thirst, the energy concentration contained within this black sphere caused the engine's digestive glands to directly enter a state of over-secretion.

Qin Meng hugged the black ball with both hands.

The black ball tried to break free.

Its surface releases a repulsive force, strong enough to push a mountain away.

He couldn't push Qin Meng away.

With 2880 points of physical strength, plus the gravitational anchoring of the black hole engine.

Locked up.

"Your signal," Qin Meng said to the black ball—not sure if it could understand—"is it finished sending?"

The surface of the black ball flashed.

The distress signal was cut off at that moment by Qin Meng's tightened gravitational field.

The signal lasted approximately seven seconds from its transmission to its interruption.

Is a seven-second signal enough to reach the Abyss Royal Court? Is it enough for them to pinpoint our location on Earth?

Qin Meng didn't know.

But he knew one thing—the black ball in front of him was more important than any answer.