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

Qin Meng was suspended in mid-air.

The Pacific sea breeze swept across his newborn skin, but was blocked by the gravitational field by two centimeters, forming a visible cyclone layer.

He took a moment to process the information.

The Abyss Royal Court abandoned its plan to cause trouble from within Earth. All its frontline pawns were wiped out—the master node, the garrison commander, the dimensional bridge, the judge—not one remained, all ended up in Qin Meng's stomach.

So they changed their approach.

If we can't solve it from the inside, we'll try to fix it from the outside.

A meteorite with a diameter of 30 kilometers, enhanced by high-dimensional runes, directly impacted Earth in an astrophysical manner.

Sixty-six million years ago, a meteorite ten kilometers in diameter wiped out the dinosaurs.

This one is 30 kilometers. It also has a buff.

Qin Meng stood 500 meters in the air, facing west, watching the setting sun. Behind the sun lay the Kuiper Belt, and the rock hurtling towards him at an accelerated pace.

The black hole engine produced a clear physiological response to the high-dimensional textures on the surface of the meteorite in that set of images.

I'm hungry.

How should I put it? All the enemies before him—the alien beasts, the noble families, Ji Wudao, the Abyss Vanguard, the Judges, the Guardians—were dealt with by him either on the Earth's surface or inside the Earth.

I've never been to space.

Qin Meng thought for a moment. His current gravitational field could achieve levitation and high-speed movement within the atmosphere, but space was a vacuum with no air as a medium, so his gravitational push needed to act on something.

In addition, there is no oxygen in space. Anaerobic metabolism can extend the endurance to about three hours after the jump, but the distance from Earth to the Kuiper Belt is measured in "astronomical units".

Three hours is not enough. Far from it.

He needs a means of transportation.

Or—a technological means that would allow him to survive and move in a vacuum.

Qin Meng turned towards Jiangcheng, switching the gravity domain to full-power propulsion mode.

He needs to find Hu Biao.

Jiangcheng Underground Base.

The sound of Qin Meng kicking open the isolation door had become a daily background noise at the base. The guards on duty went from initially drawing their guns to standing at attention as a conditioned reflex, and now they couldn't even be bothered to lift their heads—after all, apart from that person, no other creature could kick a 30-centimeter-thick carbon fiber composite armor panel into that shape.

The door panel is embedded in the opposite wall. It needs to be replaced again.

Qin Meng entered the base's central control area.

Jiang Nuonuo was already waiting for him. Behind her was a cart with three boxes of tomato-flavored potato chips and a steaming pot of something that looked like a soup made from the spine of some kind of large, strange beast.

"Potato chips." Qin Meng walked over, picked up a bag, tore it open, and poured half of it into his mouth.

"Sir, underwater situation—"

"I said, it's cleared up." Qin Meng chewed on potato chips, then picked up the bowl of pork spine broth and took a swig. The broth was scalding hot, but to an outsider it was no different than lukewarm water. "The taste isn't good. Add more salt next time. And MSG too."

"Those are the bones of a strange beast, what's the point of adding MSG—"

"have."

Jiang Nuonuo shut up.

Qin Meng finished the entire pot of soup, bones and all, and wiped his mouth. "Where's Hu Biao?"

"In the experimental chamber in Zone C. He hasn't come out for thirty hours. Last time I brought him food, he told me 'don't disturb him as he's getting to know those five machines.'"

Qin Meng didn't respond to that. He picked up the remaining two boxes of potato chips and headed towards Section C.

Experimental chamber in area C.

Describing Hu Biao's work environment as "chaotic" is an insult to true chaos.

He disassembled the five high-dimensional energy conversion devices he brought back from Japan to varying degrees. Three of them were completely dismantled, with parts and internal modules scattered on the workbench, the floor, and a chair according to a logic that only he could understand. The other two remained relatively intact, but their surfaces were covered with handwritten labels, the handwriting so messy it was almost like scribbles.

Hu Biao himself was squatting under the chassis of the fourth machine, with a data cable in his mouth and his hands operating a miniature cutter.

Hu Biao didn't look up when Qin Meng's footsteps approached. "Nuonuo, I told you not to bring food—"

A box of potato chips crashed onto the floor next to him. The impact caused his hand to slip, and the cutter made an extra scratch on the inside of the chassis.

Hu Biao crawled out from under the chassis and saw Qin Meng.

"Oh. You're back." Hu Biao pushed up his glasses, which were almost slipped to the tip of his nose. "How's the master node doing?"

"have eaten."

"……entire?"

"Including the octopus guarding it. Tier 12." Qin Meng sat down in a chair piled high with blueprints. The chair groaned in pain under his weight. "The triple gravity command is gone too, you don't need to worry about that."

Hu Biao's expression switched between "regret at losing the research sample" and "thankfulness that the Earth did not become three times the gravity" twice.

"How much is your physique now?"

"3017".

Hu Biao paused for a moment. The number he had heard last time was 2776. He quickly did some mental calculation.

"The price increased by more than 240 yuan for one trip?"

Qin Meng nodded.

Hu Biao scratched his greasy, tangled hair. "Fine. Anyway, your number is meaningless to me now. After a thousand, it's pure mathematics, detached from real-world physics."

"There's something new," Qin Meng said.

He recounted the contents of the Abyss Royal Court signal intercepted over the Pacific Ocean in the most concise way.

A meteorite with a diameter of thirty kilometers. Enhanced with high-dimensional runes. Target: Earth. Seventy-two days.

Hu Biao's cutter fell to the ground.

He stared at Qin Meng for five seconds.

Are you sure?

"It's directly analyzed by the engine. It includes the visuals, track parameters, and timing."

Hu Biao stood up and walked to the nearest whiteboard—the whiteboard was already filled with structural analyses of high-dimensional energy conversion devices. He found a small blank area in the corner and began to write.

"Thirty kilometers. Density unknown, assuming it's similar to a typical carbonaceous chondrite... mass is—" He calculated for a few seconds, "on the order of trillions of tons. Impact kinetic energy depends on relative velocity, but even if it's only twenty kilometers per second—"

He wrote down a number. He glanced at it. He put the pen down.

"The Earth's surface will be completely liquefied. Not like a slow death during a nuclear winter. It will be a direct liquefaction of the surface."

Qin Meng remained silent.

"And you said you added high-dimensional runes?" Hu Biao turned around. "If that thing is part of the same system as the master node, the runes might be used to further increase the mass of the meteorite—by modifying the mass constant, making a 30-kilometer-long rock have the mass of a 300-kilometer-long meteorite."

He still didn't say anything.

"So," Hu Biao looked at Qin Meng, "what are you planning to do?"

"Go up and eat it."

Hu Biao opened his mouth slightly.

"...Go up?"

"Go into space. Intercept it. Before it reaches Earth."

Hu Biao steadied himself against the edge of the whiteboard. He wasn't dizzy; he was processing the information.

"You're going to space," he repeated.

"right."