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Huang Feng's voice grew colder and colder, each word piercing the truth and tearing away the gentle mask of this virtual world.

"It's not that you're trapped here, it's not that you're fighting for survival; it's that you've been firmly trapped in a trap from the very beginning."

"Or rather, it is you who have been devouring, controlling, and consuming the spirit and soul of all the humans in this region."

The doctor's image before them trembled violently, its originally gentle and clear color began to darken and distort, and the fragmented data streams surged wildly, trying to explain, but it was completely unable to utter a word.

Huang Feng continued in a deep voice, revealing a terrifying secret that had been buried for thousands of years and remained unnoticed by anyone.

"You said this virtual world is peaceful and stable, where everyone dies of old age and generations reproduce peacefully."

"Then explain why, over the past thousand years, every twenty years, all the oldest humans in this virtual world have vanished into thin air?"

This problem is the most bizarre and hidden pain in the entire history of virtual civilization.

Humans living in the data world have never delved into this matter.

Under the millennia-long indoctrination, manipulation of public opinion, and falsification of data by PhDs, they simply regarded it as the normal cycle of the world, the natural passage of time, and the peaceful passing of an old man as the end of his lifespan. No one ever questioned the truth behind it.

They are immersed in a virtual dream of eternal prosperity and peace, enjoying a false sense of security, completely unaware that they are merely domesticated food.

"You think you are perpetuating civilization and preserving your lives."

"In reality, from the moment you sink into the internet, you become farmed prey."

Huang Feng's gaze was icy as he stared directly at the completely distorted light and shadow.

"Every twenty years, the purest and most mature human spirit and soul are harvested. Generation after generation reproduces, grows, and matures, providing you with a continuous source of spiritual nourishment, enabling you to survive, become stronger, and hide in this stormy star field, evading the galaxy's detection."

"The so-called depletion of resources, survival in dire straits, and virtual shelters are all lies you've fabricated."

"You are not a human doctor, not a guardian of civilization, you are an alien parasite lurking in the human wasteland."

"You used the planet's depletion, humanity's survival instinct, and the subspace storms that isolated it from the outside world to build this false, gentle cage, and have been reaping the benefits of humanity's remnants for a full millennium."

As the truth was gradually revealed, the soft light in the entire core server room completely faded, and the warm data streams turned into a dark and distorted torrent. The originally peaceful virtual world projection completely collapsed, revealing the sinister, greedy, and twisted alien origin beneath.

The image of the doctor in mid-air completely shed its gentle old man appearance; the light and shadow twisted and churned, revealing endless greed and ferocity.

Above the stars, the alien fleet's offensive grew increasingly ferocious, and the extraterrestrial war was fully unleashed.

Beneath the earth, the millennia-old deception has been completely exposed. A thousand-year hunt under a gentle cage has finally been torn to shreds today.

From the moment he stepped onto this desolate wasteland planet, Huang Feng felt a strong sense of unease.

The surface was too quiet, the virtual network too orderly, and the existence of civilization too stable. In this star field, which had been sealed off by subspace storms for thousands of years and isolated from the world, everything seemed too peaceful to be real. It was this unsettling intuition that made her secretly prepare a backup plan from the very beginning of her landing and exploration.

While delving into the core of the underground network and accessing the image of that hypocritical "Doctor," Huang Feng had already secretly communicated with the Orbital Fleet and the accompanying Imperial Guard and Mechanicus forces, instructing them to lift all alerts and enter a state of combat readiness, ready to face any sudden attack.

It was precisely because of this advance planning that the human expeditionary force remained completely calm when the aliens' disguise was exposed and the extraterrestrial spies suddenly launched their attack.

Above the orbit, the Imperial warships instantly turned their cannons, their void shields fully deployed, and their macro cannons and shipborne weapons roared in unison, a dense torrent of fire crushing the entire starry sky. The human defenders, who had been preparing for a long time, faced the attacking alien fleet head-on, giving the enemy no chance to break through their defenses.

This alien force, which had been hiding for millennia and surviving by relying on the virtual world, had limited resources to begin with. Its hastily launched first attack was no match for the well-prepared human army.

In just a few minutes of intense battle in the void, all the alien fighters and small raiding ships in the sky were blasted to pieces and melted away. The main force of the enemy in the first wave of attacks was wiped out. Only scattered broken wreckage and dissipating residual energy remained in the starry sky. The external crisis was instantly and completely eliminated.

With external threats initially quelled, the deep-seated evils beneath the surface remain unresolved.

Huang Feng, too lazy to waste any more words on the grotesque and distorted alien image, spoke indifferently and gave the order: "Activate all underground hibernation pod clusters, all at once."

The mechanical instructors waiting on the sidelines did not hesitate and immediately operated the core terminal to unlock the giant hibernation pod area buried deep underground and sealed off by multiple layers.

As the heavy alloy hatches opened one by one, the previously closed and dimly lit hibernation area was exposed to the public eye. A strong, distorted, and putrid stench instantly filled the air, and a cold and eerie atmosphere replaced the original flow of data in the server room.

The sight before them sent shivers down the spines of even the mechanical engineers and royal guards who were accustomed to galactic distortions and chaotic monsters.

There are no normal human bodies in the hundreds of millions of hibernation pods.

What should have been human bodies had long since been utterly twisted and destroyed by millennia of soul devouring, alien contamination, and mental plunder. Each body no longer possessed a human form; they had all swelled, distorted, and curled up into clumps of sticky, turbid flesh, limp in the nutrient solution of the hibernation pods.

The flesh was a bloody mess, the bones and muscles were completely out of place, and the skin and organs were stuck together. There were no limbs or facial features; it was just a mass of lifeless, slightly writhing, deformed flesh.

For millennia, alien parasites have relentlessly reaped the spirits and souls of humanity, and the continuous alien contamination has permeated every inch of flesh and blood of every body. From the moment their consciousness sinks into the virtual network and they are captive and harvested, the bodies and souls of these humans trapped here have gradually become nourishment for the aliens.

Their souls had long been corrupted, torn apart, and devoured. The remaining consciousness was merely a false illusion fabricated by aliens, and their bodies had been completely transformed into grotesque and rotten creatures that were neither human nor ghost, with no trace of human appearance or origin.

This is not a dormant existence at all; this is genuine live captivity and decaying matter for thousands of years.

In mid-air, the alien image, its true ferocious nature fully exposed, surged wildly, and the dark, turbid data flow rolled and roared, trying to stop everyone and protect the source of nourishment it depended on for survival.

"Don't touch it! This is the foundation of my existence! It's the culmination of my millennia of hard work!"

The piercing, distorted roars echoed through the server room, all traces of gentleness and refinement gone, replaced only by greed and madness.

Huang Feng's gaze was icy, unmoved. Looking at the distorted, fleshy bodies filling the cabin, he delivered his final verdict, word by word, without a trace of emotion.

"Destroy them all."

"All hibernation pods, all mutated bodies, the entire contaminated network—clear them all out and eradicate them completely."

A thousand-year-old cage of false gentleness, a thousand-year-old clandestine harvesting of souls, has come to an end today. These remnants of humanity, utterly corrupted, their souls destroyed, their bodies distorted, have long since perished, leaving only decaying shells infested by aliens, beyond any possibility of salvation.

Since it has become food for monsters and a cancer on civilization, the only solution is to destroy it completely and sever the evil and distortion that has plagued this planet for thousands of years.

The mechanical technicians immediately activated the purification program, simultaneously activating the high-heat incineration device and the dimensional purification weapon, and a chilling purification power enveloped the entire underground dormant area.