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

He looked up. The seawater, ten thousand meters deep, resembled a dark pipe reaching to the heavens, with a faint light at the top.

Anaerobic metabolism sustains the battery—he glanced at it—twenty-one minutes left.

The process of eating the core just now was more exhausting than expected. If I swim slowly upwards, it might take me well over 21 minutes.

But that's no longer a problem.

Gravitational domain.

Qin Meng adjusted the vector direction of the gravitational field. Within a range of 500 meters, all the gravitational force pointing towards the Earth's center was reversed into a repulsive force pointing towards the zenith.

His body lost its "weight," and in its place came a uniform upward thrust.

No need to swim.

Qin Meng was like a torpedo launched from the seabed, hurtling straight towards the surface by gravity.

They are moving faster than they came.

A 10,000-meter-long column of water was split in two by the gravitational field as he passed. A cavity with a diameter of five meters extended from the seabed to the surface, and the seawater closed in after he passed, producing a dull thud.

Forty-three seconds.

Qin Meng burst out of the sea.

The water column reached a height of two hundred meters.

Qin Meng hovered at the top of the water column for a second, his gravitational domain automatically adjusting to levitation mode. Tens of thousands of tons of seawater slid off him, leaving pale blue trails of light after the plasma vaporization, dissipating into mist in mid-air.

The first breath of air.

Qin Meng's lungs expanded to their maximum volume the instant he switched back to aerobic respiration. The newly formed alveoli had 23% more surface area than the old ones, and the oxygen exchange efficiency was so high that it gave him a brief feeling of dizziness—an oxygen intoxication reaction caused by too much oxygen.

He burped.

The burp had a strong ozone smell and a burnt smell from the decay of higher-dimensional energy.

Pocket. Qin Meng reached into his only remaining right pocket.

The pants were damaged by more than 60% during this underwater journey—the fabric below the knees was crushed in a gravitational field of 100,000 times the normal force, the metal buckle on the belt was half vaporized by the high temperature, and only the right pocket maintained its basic structural integrity because he had deliberately wrapped it with a layer of gravity film when he first went underwater.

My fingers touched the aluminum foil packaging with its unique texture.

Half a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips.

It was inserted before being submerged. The gravitational membrane covering the aluminum foil shattered during the core explosion, but the foil itself was robust enough that it didn't break. However, after being subjected to the pressure of ten thousand meters of water and the high temperature on its surface, its shape changed from flat to a wrinkled silver ball.

Qin Meng broke the seal.

Inside, four potato chips—miraculously—were still intact. The rest had turned into powder and crumbs, mixed with tomato seasoning powder and stuck to the inside of the bag.

He stuffed four whole potato chips into his mouth.

chew.

The black hole engine assesses these carbohydrates and fats as having "lower calorie content than the detection limit and no nutritional value."

Ok.

good to eat.

Qin Meng emptied the crumbs from the bag into his mouth and licked the inside of the foil bag. Then he folded the empty bag and stuffed it back into his pocket.

It wasn't for environmental reasons. It was because Jiang Nuonuo had asked him last time "not to litter on the battlefield."

The communicator had already broken down on the seabed, crushed by gravity ten thousand times stronger than normal. But the gravitational field after the jump gave Qin Meng a new way to play—he adjusted the vibration frequency of the gravitational field, causing the air molecules at the edge of the field to oscillate at a specific frequency, directly creating a low-frequency sound wave that propagates in a direction within the atmosphere.

It's rough. The distortion rate is about 40%. But it can still transmit messages.

"Jiang Nuonuo."

Three hundred kilometers away in the underground base in Jiangcheng, the voiceprint scanner in the monitoring room suddenly detected an abnormal vibration transmitted directly from the atmosphere. It took the technician more than ten seconds to extract the human voice from the noise.

"—Sir?" Jiang Nuonuo jumped up from her chair.

"The master node is cleared. You told Hu Biao not to calculate that physical constant anymore; I've removed that instruction."

The communication quality was terrible. The word "eat" was displayed as "斥调" on the voiceprint device, and it took Jiang Nuonuo two seconds to guess the original meaning.

"Roger that. Sir, what's your current condition—"

"He's not dead. It's 3017 now."

Jiang Nuonuo was taken aback. The last time she reported it, it was 2776. This underwater trip increased it by over two hundred points?

"I have something else to do," Qin Meng added, "I've finished my potato chips."

"...I'll have people prepare."

The communication was lost. It wasn't a problem with the equipment; Qin Meng simply felt he had said enough.

He hovered about 500 meters above the Pacific Ocean. Beneath his feet was the calm sea surface. There was nothing unusual about the location of the Mariana Trench; the effects of events occurring 10,000 meters below had been completely absorbed by his gravitational field.

There was no tsunami. The continental shelf remained intact. Residents of coastal cities were unaware that they had just been ninety-three seconds away from the end of the world.

Qin Meng prepared to return to Jiangcheng.

At that moment, his gravitational field detected a signal that did not belong to nature.

It's not a sound wave. It's not an electromagnetic wave. It's a high-dimensional frequency information pulse, transmitted from the sea surface below it—more precisely, radiated from the fragments left after the main sea node collapsed.

Qin Meng lowered his head.

Although the main node's pillar has disintegrated, a fragment—probably the part at the very bottom of the pillar embedded in the seabed bedrock—still retains a faint energy activity after losing its core.

What information is stored in the fragment?

The information is being broadcast omnidirectionally.

Qin Meng's gravitational sensitivity increased significantly after the jump, allowing him to directly "read" the surface content of this high-dimensional signal—not in a literal sense, but as the black hole engine's analysis and translation of the signal structure.

The source of the signal was not the fragment itself. It was a message sent to this coordinate by the Abyss Court through the last bit of active energy in the fragment.

There is no language in the signal. There are no words. It is a set of images and data directly injected into the cognitive level.

First set of images: A pitch-black interstellar space. The edge of the solar system. The outer Kuiper Belt.

The second set of images: a meteorite. Estimated diameter—Qin Meng's engine converted the size data—approximately thirty kilometers. The surface is covered with a layer of dark purple pulsating patterns, originating from the high-dimensional runes on the main node pillar.

The third set of data: orbital parameters. This meteorite is being accelerated by an external force, and its direction of motion is—to Earth.

Fourth set of data: Estimated arrival time.

Qin Meng stared at that number for two seconds longer.

Seventy-two days.

Finally, the signal included a short, highly structured instruction. The black hole engine translated it as—

"Infiltration plan terminated. Carbon-based pest 0001 has exceeded conventional treatment capabilities. Alternative plan activated: Celestial mass cleanup. Impact coordinates: Third planet. No residue left."

After the signal finished playing, the last bit of energy in the fragment was exhausted, and it went out completely.