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

The judge's body is a semi-folded high-dimensional pocket—the ceiling is on the right side of the floor, and the left wall is also the back of the ceiling.

The light doesn't travel in a straight line here, but rather propagates along some kind of Riemannian surface.

My eyes are useless now.

Qin Meng shut down the visual channel and relied entirely on the black hole engine's gravitational sensing and positioning.

The core is "below".

"Below" in this non-Euclidean space means moving along the direction with the steepest gravitational gradient.

He walked in that direction.

The judge discovered the intruder.

The inner wall of the shell begins to contract.

The volume of the entire high-dimensional pocket is rapidly decreasing, attempting to squeeze Qin Meng into a zero-dimensional point.

Space compression is very fast.

The surrounding "walls" closed in on him at a speed of hundreds of meters per second.

Qin Meng stopped.

Full quality control.

His body became the most massive object in this space.

The squeezing force of spatial compression collided with his gravitational field and was bounced back.

It's not a resolution, but a rebound in a physical sense—the spatial anchoring effect generated by absolute mass makes the coordinate point under his feet a "fixed point" in this high-dimensional pocket.

Space cannot compress him.

Instead, the "wall" was pushed back by the rebounding force, resulting in structural cracks.

Qin Meng stepped forward before the cracks widened.

After three steps, he saw the core.

Saying "saw" is also inaccurate.

It was his sense of gravity that told him—fifteen meters ahead, there was an object with such high mass density that space itself was bending.

approach.

At its core is a sphere. It is about two meters in diameter, with a smooth surface and a color that constantly shifts between dark red and dark purple.

Hundreds of millions of tiny symbols float around the sphere, each symbol representing a dimensional equation.

These symbols operate at high speed, maintaining the transformation of the judge's outer shell and the workings of the dimensional reduction chains.

The sphere sensed Qin Meng's approach.

The operating mode of the symbol array changed instantly.

Billions of tiny symbols broke free from their orbits and coalesced into an impenetrable high-dimensional information barrier, blocking Qin Meng's path.

Information barriers are not physical barriers, but rather "cognitive weapons".

Each symbol carries a self-executing dimensional equation, which, upon contact with the nervous system of a carbon-based organism, automatically rewrites the electrical signal encoding in the brain.

Simply put—it causes brain death upon contact.

It's not because of brain tissue damage, but because the brain's operational logic has been fundamentally altered.

Qin Meng extended his right hand.

The palm of your hand is less than half a meter from the information barrier.

He could feel the information radiation emanating from those symbols—a dense array of dimensional equations trying to penetrate his skin and travel along neural pathways to his brain.

It was intercepted by the black hole engine after running only three centimeters.

The right hand is placed against the information barrier.

The barrier generates violent oscillations at the point of contact—billions of symbols simultaneously execute the attack protocol, unleashing the full power of the dimensional equation rewriting effect.

Qin Meng's palms were burning hot. Not because of the temperature, but because of the heat dissipation from the computing power generated by the black hole engine when processing massive amounts of information.

The engine is running at full load.

The processing speed is fast enough.

Spread your right hand's five fingers, grasp the barrier, and pull it back forcefully.

The overall structure of information barriers has become unstable.

The array of billions of symbols was forcibly broken up by physical forces. The symbols that broke out of the array lost their ability to perform collaborative operations and degenerated into independent energy particles.

The gravitational field is withdrawn.

All the particles entered the stomach.

The barriers have disappeared, and the core has been exposed.

Qin Meng walked up to the dark red sphere.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the sphere.

It wasn't shattered by Qin Meng; the sphere cracked on its own—thick, high-dimensional energy slurry gushed out from the cracks, like blood spurting out after a blood vessel ruptures.

Is the judge destroying himself?

No.

Qin Meng's extrasensory perception detected the direction of energy movement inside the crack.

The slurry wasn't leaking out; it was re-coagulating.

The sphere is undergoing energy reorganization—it is attempting to condense all the energy in its core into an ultra-high-density micro-singularity before being devoured by Qin Meng, and then detonate it.

A path of mutual destruction.

Energy concentration takes time.

Qin Meng estimated that there were about twelve seconds left.

Twelve seconds is enough.

He pressed his hands onto the surface of the sphere.

The black hole engine is set to maximum power.

The gravity valve is fully open.

The devouring begins.

The outer shell of the sphere peels off in the gravitational field.

Layers of the high-dimensional alloy shell were torn off and rolled into Qin Meng's palm.

Below the shell is the energy layer, below the energy layer is the information layer, and further inside the information layer is the core operation matrix of the dimensional equation.

Peel it layer by layer, and eat it layer by layer.

The physique stat is fluctuating.

2505...2520...2550...

The sphere rapidly shrank in Qin Meng's hands. From a diameter of two meters to one meter, to half a meter, and finally to the size of a basketball.

The energy concentration process inside the sphere was interrupted—the rapid peeling of the outer shell destroyed the constraint structure required for concentration.

The final basketball-sized core struggled briefly in Qin Meng's palm, releasing all its remaining energy in an instant.

Qin Meng opened his mouth.

It swallowed it whole.

The core energy exploded in my stomach.

The load on the black hole engine instantly surged to 97%. The internal temperature exceeded 50,000 degrees Celsius.

He burped.

The burp was accompanied by dark purple energy smoke.

His physique was capped at 2700.

The Judge's outer shell lost its core energy supply, and the constantly deforming high-dimensional geometric shapes stopped rotating.

The outer shell began to disintegrate from its weakest seams, and the fragments turned into dark matter dust that drifted in all directions.

Qin Meng floated out from among the disintegrating shell fragments.

He stood two thousand meters above Kyoto, his feet resting on a fragment of a dodecahedron that was not yet completely broken, watching the remains of the Judge slowly dissipate in the night wind.

The chains were also breaking down. Those links that caused the spatial dimensionality reduction lost their energy source, and the high-dimensional geometry degenerated into ordinary three-dimensional alloy fragments, clattering and falling to the ground.

The "hole" in the sky is healing.

The folded starlight unfolded again, and a few previously obscured bright stars were the first to emerge.

The communicator rang.

Jiang Nuonuo's voice was much clearer than before, and the signal interference disappeared along with the death of the judge.

"Boss! The base's detectors just went crazy. They're saying a super-large, high-dimensional signal source has appeared in the direction of Japan—"

"It's gone."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Qin Meng patted his stomach. "I ate it all."

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

"...What did you eat?"

"A food delivery person."

He hung up the communication and prepared to step onto the dodecahedral fragment to land on the ground.

The shards beneath my feet suddenly trembled.

Qin Meng lowered his head.

On the surface of the fragment, a line of symbols is emerging.

It's not the high-dimensional attack equation of the past—this is a low-power information recording.

The symbols are arranged into a sentence.

The Black Hole Engine automatically translated the content:

[The three-dimensional coordinates have been archived. Carbon-based pest number 0001—Abyssal Royal Court, Tribunal, Archives of the Twenty-Seventh Era]

Qin Meng stared at the line of text for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

"Did they create a file for me?"

He stomped on the broken pieces.

The symbols and fragments turned to dust together.

2700 points in Physique.

There is still a distance to go before the next leap in life.

But we no longer have to worry about the source of ingredients.

Since the Abyss Royal Court has his records, it's impossible that they would only send one judge.

There will be a second, and a third.

A hearty dish delivered right to your door.

Qin Meng glanced eastward.

The ruins of Japan lay in the seawater under the moonlight, a scene of utter devastation.

There's still more to loot.

The samples and equipment in the military warehouse need to be packed up and taken away; Hu Biao is waiting to be cooked.

He jumped from a height of two thousand meters.

The shockwave from the landing dried up half the floodwater on the street.