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

Qin Meng just closed his eyes.

It really only closed for less than two seconds.

A high-frequency tingling sensation came from the special steel boots on the soles of my feet.

The ground was shaking. This was not the normal transverse or longitudinal wave of a seismic wave. It was more like some huge living creature repeatedly striking the rock strata with its skull deep underground.

He opened his eyes and focused on the lines moving on his retina.

The aftereffects of the concussion are still lingering; the left side of my head hurts so badly it feels like someone is drilling inside it.

The epicenter was not elsewhere, but right in the heart of the ruins of the Martial God Tower.

There are tens of thousands of tons of dark gold metal debris and high-strength composite materials piled up there.

A main load-bearing column weighing hundreds of tons suddenly tilted upwards without warning, then was forcibly overturned by a tremendous force, tumbling twice in mid-air before crashing into a nearby office building that was now only half intact. Concrete fragments rained down.

A bottomless crack spread out from the bottom of the ruins.

At first it was only a finger's width wide, then the earth's crust shifted, and the piercing sound of the rock breaking drowned out the sound of the wind.

The crack quickly expanded to a width of over ten meters, spanning the entire main road.

Black mist gushed forth from the ground.

It is worth noting that this is not ordinary smoke or dust, nor does it contain any heat.

It was extremely cold; the moment it came into contact with the air, the water on the surrounding road surface would freeze into black ice crystals.

The fog was so thick it could even swallow up light; when the halo of the streetlights shone through, not a single reflection could be seen.

Qin Meng rubbed his teeth.

The lingering taste of the cheap tomato-flavored potato chip seasoning in my mouth hadn't completely dissipated.

A thought flashed through his mind: Ji Wudao, that old corpse, has stayed on the top floor of the Martial God Tower for thirty years without moving an inch.

Rumors circulated that he was comprehending the Dao and maintaining a higher-dimensional form, but now it seems that was pure nonsense.

That tower was not a symbol of power in the capital at all.

It is a plug, a physical manhole cover weighing millions of tons and inlaid with high-dimensional regular patterns.

Ji Wudao used his extraordinary crystalline state and the weight of the entire tower to suppress something underground.

Now that Qin Meng has smashed the plug with one punch, the thing in the sewer naturally wants to crawl out for some fresh air.

"They're already dead, why didn't they close the door?" Qin Meng muttered.

A claw reached up to the edge of the crack.

It was a three-toed claw, without skin, covered with a layer of dark red bone hyperplasia, the tip of the nail curved into a hook shape, digging deeply into the asphalt road surface.

Immediately afterwards, a huge head emerged from the ground.

A water buffalo with a body size close to that of an adult, standing on all fours.

It has no fur; its entire body is covered by a layer of shiny, black keratinous exoskeleton.

This thing has no eyes; its face is just a gaping maw that splits open to its cheeks, filled with three layers of inward-sloping serrations.

Dark green slime dripped from its mouth and onto the ground, immediately corroding the asphalt and creating sizzling, white-smoking potholes.

Abyss Hound.

After the first one crawled out, a dense grinding sound came from deep within the crack.

The second, the fifth, the twentieth.

The dark, monstrous creatures swiftly climbed up the steep rock face, spreading outwards like black ink spilled on a table.

Eight hundred meters away from the ruins were the remnants of the 7th Armored Division of the Beijing Garrison.

Approximately two thousand soldiers and a dozen damaged heavy mechs were on standby.

Their guns had been pointed fixedly at the edge of the pit where Qin Meng was, but no one dared to fire the first shot; they were all waiting for their superiors to give them a death sentence.

Now, there's no need to wait anymore.

"Fire! Left flank, free fire!"

A commander, his face covered in blood, roared hoarsely.

Blue tracer rounds from Gauss rifles crisscrossed the streets at dawn, creating a dense web of fire.

The six-barreled electromagnetic cannon rotates, unleashing hundreds of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds per second.

The torrent of metal crashed into the Abyss Hounds that were at the forefront.

A chilling scene unfolded.

The depleted uranium warhead, powerful enough to penetrate a light armored vehicle, left only shallow white dents when it struck the hound's keratinous exoskeleton.

Only a very small number of bullets that hit the joint gaps can splatter a handful of dark green fluid.

They have no sense of pain.

Injury, on the contrary, stimulated their ferocity.

A hunting dog propelled itself across fifty meters with a powerful thud from its hind legs, crashing directly into the soldiers' defensive formation.

The massive, serrated mouth opened and snapped into a machine gunner wearing an exoskeleton.

The alloy armor was as fragile as a wafer in its mouth. The sickening chewing sounds mingled with the cracking of bones.

The defenses collapsed completely at the very first contact.

Screams rose and fell, as severed limbs flew through the air.

Abyssal hounds are extremely efficient killers; they don't kill for food, but purely for the thrill of tearing apart carbon-based creatures.

Interestingly, after these monsters devoured human flesh, the black mist surrounding their bodies became even denser.

Qin Meng stood at the edge of the deep pit, one hand in his tattered pocket, coldly watching the massacre in the distance.

He didn't rush to rescue the people.

The garrison of the capital had just tried to roast him to a crisp with the Death Star ray, but he didn't have the saintly act of taking the blow for his enemy.

His attention was focused on the black mist.

The system's evaluation panel popped up in the lower right corner of the retina.

[An unknown energy field has been detected.]

[Energy Attributes: High-dimensional erosion, deconstruction of carbon-based life.]

[Antimatter Furnace Feedback: This energy structure is extremely stable and cannot be broken down by conventional digestive systems. It is recommended to use extreme high temperatures for physical dimensional reduction before consuming it.]

Qin Meng's stomach spasmed.

That was the instinctive reaction of the antimatter furnace after a long period of starvation, when it encountered a high-density energy source.

The strange beasts on Earth have qi and blood flowing through their bodies, along with mutated true qi.

Those things are like plain water to Qin Meng now; no matter how much he drinks, it won't fill his stomach.

But these ugly things that look like mutated huskies are different.

Their energy structure completely violates the physical laws of Earth.

High-dimensional erosion? That sounds very sophisticated.

But in Qin Meng's digestive system, this only means three words: high calories.

It's definitely hard to digest.

But it's definitely enough to fill you up.

A deep-sea hound seemed to have sensed Qin Meng's presence.

It has no eyes; it relies on its perception of the magnetic field of life.

In its perception, what stood at the edge of the deep pit ahead was not a person, but a living volcano radiating terrifying heat.

Instinct made it fearful, but the bloodlust of the abyss overwhelmed the fear.

The hound lowered its body, its limbs dragging deep furrows in the ground, and pounced on Qin Meng as a black afterimage.

It was extremely fast, even breaking the sound barrier, and created a white shockwave.

Qin Meng didn't dodge. He didn't even move a step.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers, revealing dark gold bones, spread out.

The hound's gaping maw snapped directly at his head.

Qin Meng reached forward and precisely caught the hound's upper and lower jaws.

The impact was immense, equivalent to a heavy truck crashing head-on at 200 kilometers per hour. Several cracks appeared in the ground beneath Qin Meng's feet, but he remained completely still.

With a physical strength of 1,300 points, even in a severely injured and weakened state, this level of physical energy is about the same as a gentle breeze.

"He's really ugly," Qin Meng commented.