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

The black ball struggled in Qin Meng's hand.

The intensity of the repulsive force is increasing. From a mountain-pushing force to a continent-pushing force, the energy output on the sphere's surface quadrupled in just two seconds.

Qin Meng's arm muscles bulged to an anatomically inappropriate size. Every muscle fiber contracted at full power based on his 2880-point physique, firmly wedging his ten fingers into the surface of the black sphere.

The repulsive force couldn't push him away.

But the garrison commander did something else.

The seven remaining tentacles abandoned their struggle, retracted, and plunged into the surface of the black sphere. The last high-dimensional runes on the tentacles extinguished the moment they touched the black sphere—not disappeared, but were absorbed into it.

Energy reflux.

The garrison commander poured all his remaining energy into the core black sphere.

A surge of intense heat emanated from Qin Meng's palm. The temperature of the black sphere jumped from near absolute zero to over eight thousand degrees Celsius within two seconds. The pure black surface of the sphere began to crack, and blinding white light shone through the cracks.

It was not an attack.

It's a self-destruction.

The garrison commander is at the core of the detonation of the main node.

A warning message popped up on the system panel in a format he had never seen before: red background with white text, and the font size was so large that it took up a third of his field of vision.

[Urgent: The master node core has entered an irreversible chain reaction of fission. The estimated energy release is incalculable. The blast radius covers the entire Mariana Trench and surrounding continental shelf. A global tsunami is expected, with waves reaching 300 to 500 meters in height.]

Recommendation: Disembark immediately.

To break away from.

It's another breakup.

Qin Meng mentally reviewed his current situation. Ten thousand meters deep. Above him was a layer of high-density seawater, ten thousand meters deep. His anaerobic metabolism endurance—he glanced at it—was forty-seven minutes remaining.

The temperature of the black sphere continues to rise. Twelve thousand. Fifteen thousand.

The cracks in the white light are widening. The energy cycle within the core has broken out of its steady state; every second of growth is pushing up the growth coefficient for the next second—an exponential curve. This sphere will release all its stored energy in a very short time.

The guardian's dome-shaped structure had begun to disintegrate. Without the support of energy, the high-dimensional crystalline structure became fragile, peeling off in large chunks and being crushed into fragments by the pressure of the deep sea.

It traded self-destruction for a result—turning the master node into a bomb.

When the bomb explodes, the high-dimensional energy of the master node will be released disorderly in the explosion. The "modification instructions" written into the geophysical foundation will not be cleared, but will be activated more quickly due to the high-dimensional shock wave generated by the explosion.

Three times the force of gravity.

Globally.

Irreversible.

Ji Wudao is dead, but the nails he planted in the bones of this planet will be driven in to the very end at this moment.

Qin Meng understood the garrison commander's final logic.

It doesn't matter if I can't kill you, just activate the command. You live on an Earth with three times the gravity, where all carbon-based life forms around you are crushed by their own weight, and your scientists, your logistics, your potato chip production line are all reduced to zero.

clever.

For a normal person, there is no solution to this situation.

But Qin Meng is not normal.

Looking at the increasingly hot and bright black ball in his hand, he made a decision that went against all his survival instincts.

I won't run.

eat.

The valve of the black hole engine was pulled to a position never before touched. The gravitational field expanded outward from his body, covering a fifty-meter radius centered on the black sphere.

The disintegrating remains of the garrison commander—absorb.

The shattered dome crystals, the withered tendril fragments, and the high-dimensional energy particles dispersed in the seawater—all converged into Qin Meng's mouth under the pull of the gravitational field.

He ate the outer portions first.

It wasn't because it tasted good—the Guardian's remains had a drastically reduced energy density after losing their core power source, making them even less palatable than those giant beasts—but because he needed space.

The countdown to the black sphere's self-destruction continues. The temperature has already exceeded 20,000 degrees Celsius. The skin on the palm has carbonized under the high temperature, revealing the newly formed, denser dermal tissue underneath. The antimatter furnace automatically repairs itself, peeling off the carbonized layer and replacing it with new flesh.

Qin Meng cleared away the garrison commander's remains in twelve seconds.

His physique improved significantly. 2893.

Then he held the black ball that was about to explode in both hands and opened his mouth.

The black hole engine is running at full power.

The gravitational field formed a vortex in front of the mouth that was three times larger than the one in Beijing last time.

The black sphere is three meters in diameter. Qin Meng's mouth isn't that big. Physically, it can't fit inside.

But black hole engines don't operate on physics.

The gravitational vortex exerted directional compression on the black sphere. Under the intense gravitational force, the sphere began to deform, stretching from a sphere into an ellipsoid, and then being compressed into a continuously shrinking high-density ball of light.

The black sphere is resisting. The self-destruction process is in a race against gravitational compression.

The rate of energy release is accelerating—the high-dimensional energy that has accumulated within the sphere for countless years is gushing outwards like a wasp whose nest has been disturbed.

Qin Meng couldn't swallow the whole ball. He changed his approach.

It doesn't swallow the ball. It swallows the overflowing energy.

His gravitational vortex adjusted its pattern. Instead of trying to compress the sphere itself, it formed a gravitational "shield" on the sphere's surface. The energy ejected from the crack was captured, compressed, and guided by the gravitational shield, flowing into Qin Meng's mouth along a gravitational channel.

The antimatter furnace is operating at its highest load ever.

The energy density injected was too high. The core temperature of the furnace rose from 12,000 degrees to 15,000, then to 18,000, and finally approached 20,000.

The panel is beeping.

[Antimatter furnace load rate: 127%. Core temperature approaching the upper limit of the safety threshold. Overload risk: High.]

Qin Meng ignored him.

The energy is forcibly broken down and transformed after entering the furnace. Part of it becomes raw material for repairing and strengthening the body's structure, another part becomes fuel to keep the black hole engine running, and the rest—which cannot be stored—becomes heat and dissipates from the skin's surface.

His body temperature soared to over 30,000 degrees Celsius.

The surrounding seawater decomposed into hydrogen and oxygen plasma upon contact with his skin. He was enveloped in a plasma bubble twenty meters in diameter, the edge of which was the interface between the ultra-high temperature plasma and the pressure of the seawater at a depth of ten thousand meters. The boiling hissing sound was so loud that it shook the seabed rock layers and cracked them.

My body is throbbing.

2900. 2915. 2930.

The black ball is shrinking.

From three meters to two and a half meters. Two meters. One and a half meters.

However, the self-destruction process was also accelerating. The smaller the sphere, the higher the internal energy density, and the more violent the chain reaction of fission. Although the remaining spheres were smaller, the energy intensity they emitted was several times greater than before.

Qin Meng's throat was emitting sounds that were not human. It was the resonance produced by the friction between the high-density energy flow and the tissue walls as it passed through the digestive tract—a low-frequency, continuous vibration that could cause brain hemorrhages in deep-sea creatures within a one-kilometer radius.

one meter.

The diameter of the black sphere was compressed to one meter.