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

Qin Meng squatted in a collapsed military warehouse in Kyoto, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

This place is buried quite deep, with a four-story underground structure, and the dry goods area is on the bottom floor.

The semi-finished sample of the abyss serum, the genetic sequence chip of the modified soldier, and several high-dimensional energy conversion devices that were half dismantled.

There wasn't much stuff, but Hu Biao and his gang could chew on it for quite a while.

He stuffed what he could fit into a military backpack he'd dug out of the rubble, and broke off the rest to shrink them—after all, the casings of those precision instruments were as brittle as cookies in his hands.

Jiang Nuonuo's voice came through the communicator, but the signal was intermittent.

"...Boss, all the supplies from the provincial capital have been transferred to the Jiangcheng base... Hu Biao said the analysis of the fragments of the Martial God Tower in Beijing is 70% complete... When are you coming back?"

"I'll leave once I'm done finishing up." Qin Meng slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Have Hu Biao prepare a large freezer; I still have quite a few samples to take back."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communicator.

"Boss, you wouldn't have killed all those people over there...?"

Why ask so many questions?

Qin Meng hung up the communication and jumped out of the shaft of the underground warehouse.

The night breeze, carrying the salty smell of the sea, rushed towards me.

Kyoto's skyline has vanished; high-rise buildings have been broken into jagged concrete pillars, and the streets are flooded up to knee-deep, with various debris floating in the water.

In the distance, the occasional muffled thud of collapsing buildings could be heard, the aftershocks still slowly dissolving the city's final skeleton.

He found a relatively clean concrete slab to sit on, opened the last package of alien beast jerky, and slowly chewed it in his mouth.

The black hole engine suddenly jerked as the teeth snapped together.

It wasn't the normal peristalsis that occurs when digesting food; it was a holistic tremor.

It spreads from the engine core to the spine, and then along the nerve endings throughout the body.

Qin Meng stopped chewing.

He looked up at the sky.

The night sky was very clear.

Without any clouds to obscure the view, the stars shone brightly over the tsunami-ravaged land of Japan.

But the starlight is fading.

It wasn't that it was covered by clouds; it was extinguished piece by piece.

Starting directly above the zenith, with an unseen center as the origin, starlight gradually annihilates within an expanding circular region.

Darkness spread outwards from the highest point of the sky, swallowing up all sources of light.

wrong.

That is not darkness.

Qin Meng's extrasensory perception was conveying a message to him: in that expanding "void" region, the photons had not disappeared—they had been folded.

The light rays are bent along a surface of non-Euclidean geometry, deviating entirely from their original propagation path.

Something is pressing towards this coordinate from the outside of three-dimensional space.

The vibration frequency of the black hole engine suddenly increased.

Qin Meng paused for three seconds while chewing the jerky.

Then he stuffed the remaining half of the jerky into his mouth, swallowed it in a few bites, stood up, and patted the dust off his buttocks.

The engine is not alarming.

It's crying out for food.

The longing that surged from the depths of my core was similar to my reaction when I saw the pillar of light from the dimensional bridge, but several times stronger.

The last time the engine roared this loudly was when it was devouring the energy core of a twelfth-tier Grand Lord.

This time, the guests are much more formidable than the Grand Lord.

The diameter of the "hole" in the sky has expanded to a visible size, spanning half of the sky.

Visible light deflection began to appear at the edge of the void—water vapor in the air condensed into concentric circles along the gravitational gradient, spreading from the sky to the ground.

The air pressure is changing.

It's not a change in natural weather, but rather that the measurement system of space itself has been altered by external forces.

The water beneath Qin Meng's feet began to flow abnormally. Instead of flowing downhill, it spread out in all directions simultaneously, making the surface unusually flat, like a mirror pressed forcefully onto the ground.

The gravity vector is being re-edited by an external force field.

The center of the cavity lit up.

A dark purple crack cleaved vertically down from the highest point of the sky. It wasn't a beam of light, nor a passage.

It's as if space itself has been slashed open by a sharp blade.

The three-dimensional spatial structures on both sides of the crack curled up and exposed the underlying topological network—those spatial lines of latitude and longitude that were invisible to the naked eye were now all visible under the high-energy overflow.

The crack is widening.

Something is sticking out of the crack.

It was a geometric solid, a columnar structure composed of countless nested regular polyhedra. Each polyhedron was covered with densely packed symbols, which were rotating and iterating on themselves.

The columnar structure slowly slid out of the crack, like a magic needle piercing down from the sky.

Its diameter is expanding.

From one meter to ten meters, to one hundred meters, to one kilometer.

Then Qin Meng saw the whole picture.

That wasn't a pillar; it was a chain.

The links are composed of high-dimensional geometric shapes connected end to end, and each link is of a different size, with the largest link having a diameter of more than three kilometers.

The entire chain descended from the crack in the sky, its end trailing a swirling cloud of dark matter.

The cloud cluster is contracting and condensing.

An outline emerged from the clouds.

Qin Meng saw two eyes.

Calling them "eyes" isn't quite accurate; they are two high-dimensional projection ports embedded in the dark matter substrate. On the surface, they appear as two dark red spheres of light, hundreds of meters in diameter. However, Qin Meng's extrasensory perception tells him that the information density of these two spheres far exceeds that of any opponent he has ever faced.

Each photon's position is filled with a complete set of dimensional equations.

Two eyes were looking at him.

It is viewed through a lens of "evaluation" in a biological sense.

The chain in the sky continued to fall, and the sound of the chain links colliding was not the sound of metal clashing, but the vacuum decay noise caused by the folding of spatial dimensions.

The piercing frequency exceeded the limits of human hearing, but Qin Meng's cochlea, modified with 2,500 points of physique, could detect it—it was like someone scratching an infinitely large blackboard with their fingernail.

The end of the chain was almost touching the ground.

The outline within the dark matter cloud has become completely solidified.

The judge does not have a specific "body".

In other words, its projection in three-dimensional space is not a fixed shape.

What Qin Meng saw was a constantly changing geometric structure—one second it was an icosahedron, the next it collapsed into a hypercube, and the next second it unfolded into a three-dimensional cross-section of some kind of four-dimensional hypersphere.

The only constant is those two dark red "eyes," which always hang at the highest point of the geometric structure.

The size of the Judge continues to expand. Its current three-dimensional projection diameter exceeds ten kilometers, covering most of the Kyoto ruins.

The remaining buildings on the ground began to deform under the mass field of the judge.

It wasn't flattened, but "stretched"—under the influence of the judge's force field, the three-dimensional object was forcibly stretched along the fourth dimension, turning into thin, linear structures.

Dimensional reduction is happening.

The water beneath Qin Meng's feet suddenly thinned.

It's not that the amount of water is decreasing, but rather that the water itself is being compressed from a three-dimensional liquid state into a two-dimensional film.

The thickness of the water molecules is reduced to zero, turning into a layer of "painting" that is stuck to the ground and has no volume.

This thing can really flatten an entire piece of land into a single sheet of paper.

The chains were dropping at an increasing speed.

Qin Meng did not back down.

He took two steps forward and looked up at the huge geometric shape that was constantly changing.

The black hole engine roared in his chest cavity, and the temperature of his entire abdominal cavity soared by three thousand degrees in two seconds.

The engine's gravity valve opened to 70% on its own—this was the first time it had opened the valve automatically without Qin Meng's manual intervention.

I'm starving.

The high-dimensional energy density emanating from that chain was dozens of times that of a twelfth-order Grand Lord.

The engine was frantically secreting digestive fluids, as if it wanted to swallow the iron chain along with the large lantern hanging on it right now.