The phantom-green light within Fengxi's right eye slowly receded as Sato's memory fragments seamlessly transitioned back to that storm-swept night following the ambush.
In that chaotic frenzy ultimately brought to a halt by the Golden Loong itself, Captain Chen Haoran of the Long Nation's Blue Tiger Commando Unit—leading a massive contingent of military and police forces—had finally arrived on the scene exactly three minutes after the "Leviathan" operatives had been completely, physically obliterated. At that time, the streets were littered with the jagged, mangled remains of exoskeletons and charred engine oil, with the relentless downpour washing the evidence away into unrecognisable ruins.
Standing directly behind Captain Chen Haoran was a middle-aged man carrying an incredibly solemn expression and clutching a high-precision vital-signs detector. That man belonged to the [Guardian Sequence] designated by the Goddess in the mortal realm: Top Pet and Behavioral Expert, Guardian No. 612.
It was precisely due to the presence of Guardian No. 612—coupled with the cross-dimensional integration and real-time prompting of [The Hive], the colossal mental network responsible for coordinating every single "collared Guardian" across the Blue Planet—that Zhizhi, who then possessed only the cognitive depth of a fancy rat, was able to sit expressionless atop the armored vehicle's hood on that freezing rainy night. With seamless fluency and absolute perfection, he negotiated a deal with the supreme will of Long Nation, forever altering the geopolitical landscape of the entire world.
At that time, as an anomaly wielding the "Patient Zero Genetic Asset" and absolute authority over the wind, Long Nation's high command overcame their initial shock. Driven by superb strategic foresight, they offered two absolute, non-negotiable terms:
First, Long Nation would mobilize every available resource and its most classified bio-laboratories to do everything in their power to save and treat her family. In exchange, however, she had to transform into an absolute, swift blade on Long Nation's map—codenamed "The Cleaner"—to purge the rot of treason, slaughter, and contraband smuggling festering in the deep subterranean shadows where the light of conventional law could never reach.
This term aligned perfectly with her desires. She inherently craved vengeance, yearning to utilize absolute violence to liquidate the wicked who inflicted agony upon weak and defenseless lives.
Yet, the second condition presented by Long Nation was brutally direct and pragmatic:
To prevent the "Patient Zero Genetic Asset" from being exploited by hostile foreign powers, and to monitor the upper limits of her destructive capacity at any given moment, she had to undergo surgery. Before officially accepting the divine inheritance and reshaping this young girl's physical form, Dean Hao Xue of the Academy of Sciences had to personally operate, injecting a high-energy, stable tracker utilizing the latest molecular-cutting technology deep into the vertebrae of her spine. That tracker emitted no electronic signal; instead, it relied entirely on the lowest physical frequency wave oscillations unique to the bedrock of Long Nation's territory.
"A transaction so fair it borders on bloodless," Fengxi murmured, lifting a fingertip to gently touch the back of her neck. There, beneath the skin directly below the Golden Loong totem, a miniscule hard object was radiating a faint warmth.
She felt no sorrow. In this world where the strong devour the weak, possessing a value great enough to be utilized by the massive engine of Long Nation was, in itself, the most potent bargaining chip.
Precisely because she had accepted that locator, the moment she pressed her hand down today—physically purging every single foreign special ops unit within a five-kilometer radius of the First Hospital inside a single second—the elder Chief at the central desk possessed the absolute empirical data backing required to sign that red-labeled, top-secret document without a shred of hesitation: [From this moment forth, "The Cleaner" is a First-Grade Pillar of our Long Nation. Anyone attempting to lay hands on her genetic code shall be deemed as declaring war upon our national providence.]
Long Nation had provided her with the most unyielding worldly defense shield.
And she, at this exact millisecond, had thoroughly severed her past as a fragile fancy rat, officially stepping onto the grand chessboard of the ultimate restructuring between myth and reality.
The grey surveillance screens across her retinas instantly dissolved, and the metallic, blood-soaked air of reality rushed back into her nasal passages. Her grandmother's life and her mother's coordinates had been completely, irreversibly welded shut. At this exact second, the final shackle of mortal morality weighing down the depths of her spine shattered into absolute dust.
Fengxi's dual pupils constricted slightly. Pressing her right hand against the cold Golden Loong totem on the back of her neck, her icy divine will instantly pierced through the void: "Lord Golden Loong, Fengxi requests to interface with The Great One's main godhead pipeline."
Within the ruins of the deathly silent Level 7 command center, the sounds of the thunderstorm across the ocean seemed to be forcibly muted at this exact moment. After a long pause, that familiar whisper—bypassing all mortal electronic mediums and slamming directly into her central nervous system—descended once more. The Beast God's voice carried no oppressive divine aura; it was calm, gentle, yet laced with the weariness of one who had watched the transition of countless eras. "What is it?"
Fengxi straightened her spine, where the Long Nation locator was deeply embedded. Facing that ineffable, supreme existence, her words were as sharp and clear as cast iron: "The Great One, Fengxi requests to reactivate Global Livestream Room B."
On the other side of the cross-dimensional information link, a brief silence ensued. Her tone carried no anger, only the detached observation of a variable in fate: "Those little fellows preferred to let their souls return to the void just to absolve humanity of its karma. You are choosing a path completely opposite to theirs. Fengxi, do you not regret it?"
She was asking: Do you not regret becoming a complete anomaly?
"The Great One, all living spirits are all living spirits, but I am Fengxi." The young girl with the dual pupils lifted her head, the shattered golden divine light in her left eye instantly tearing through the lead-grey shadows of the ruins. Her voice was as ruthless as a execution machine that had just rolled off the assembly line. "To this day, I have not regretted for a single second using the most desperate methods to personally slaughter Sato. As long as the vile pests of this mortal realm are not eradicated, my swift blade will never be sheathed."
The sensory link to the Divine Realm was completely severed with a low-frequency rumble.
Fengxi was left suspended entirely alone in the dead center of the silent Level 7 strategic command center. The surrounding vacuum domain resembled an absolutely motionless tomb. She hesitated no longer; the locator welded tightly to the Golden Loong totem deep within her cervical vertebrae instantly began to radiate high-frequency heat. Dual-colored divine authority energy—dark red and shattered gold—surged violently through her mortal neural pathways, blasting straight into her pale right hand.
Beneath her feet, the cold, rigid, three-dimensional alloy space began to warp and collapse violently toward a single central point, peeling away like a torn canvas. In the Beast God's ledger, high-value "sinner assets" possessed absolutely no right to remain on the surface to rot.
A terrifying, miniature gravitational vortex—completely invisible to the mortal naked eye—was forcibly torn open above the specialized alloy floor. Every single intact human body was scooped into the air by an invisible, high-dimensional giant hand.
It wasn't just the corpses. Even the hundreds of quantum master-control servers around the hall, worth hundreds of millions of dollars and whose internal silicon circuits had been sliced to ribbons by the wind-blades, were forcibly dragged into the shredding matrix like worthless scrap metal by this violent gravitational pull.
Collapse, compress.
Because the hall was in an absolute vacuum, there was no deafening roar of metal being crushed; there was only a scalp-numbing, soundless compression of space. Within a mere three seconds, those machines were forcibly formatted, purified, and packed into an absolutely solid cube measuring two meters on each side.
Shuck.
The spatial rift snapped shut instantly. That grey particle block, weighing tens of thousands of tons, along with the human bodies, was hurled into the spatial tunnel and sent directly to where they belonged. The entire Level 7 command center hall was stripped completely bare. The surrounding specialized lead plating and alloy walls were scraped whiter than snow, leaving behind not a single wire thread, a single grain of data, or a single trace of human bone. It was as if this place had never existed at all.
Fengxi did not withdraw her right hand. The pure gold vertical slit in her left eye suddenly constricted into a microscopic pinprick, her gaze piercing straight through the subterranean barriers to look across the vast ocean.
The top conglomerates and ambitious schemers of the West believed that the departure of the Goddess meant the rules of the world had reverted to the hands of mortals. They believed that once the screens lit up again, they could continue to shrink into the shadows, using their capital and high-tech suicide operatives to plunder the high-dimensional genetic assets of other nations.
To correct this foolish worldly logic, in the ten-thousandth of a second before she withdrew back into Long Nation territory, Fengxi casually reached into the void. Her delicate hand transformed into a shadow-like dragon claw, forcibly ripping away the [Electromagnetic & Gravitational Constant Stability Patch] over the West Coast of B.E.N. and its surrounding private islands.
Three thousand miles away, inside a top-secret private manor in the Caribbean Sea.
Several directors and high-ranking executives of the Vanguard Technology Group—the largest transnational conglomerate in North America—were standing on a luxurious open deck. They had just received the initial tactical report that the "Leviathan" special forces had successfully breached Long Nation's First Hospital.
In the logic of the old world, as long as this non-electronic heavy crossbow live-purges were initiated, Long Nation would be completely defenceless.
The champagne cork popped open under high pressure with a loud bang. This group of elders, who controlled the economic lifelines of half of B.E.N., raised their crystal glasses filled with top-tier champagne, smiling as they brought them to their mouths.
However, in this exact microsecond.
The gravitational constant of the zone shuddered and inverted by three decimal places within a millionth of a second, entirely without warning.
Shhh—!!!
The golden liquid in the crystal glasses did not follow gravity down their throats. Because of the instantaneous reversal of physical inertia, the carbonated alcohol—packed with high-pressure bubbles—acted like high-pressure industrial water jets. At terrifying, supersonic speeds, it shot violently backward out of the cups!
The high-pressure fluid instantly transformed into a lethal weapon of pure kinetic energy. The wine did not splash; instead, it acted like steel needles. Following an absolutely smooth trajectory, it pierced straight through the aged corneas of two conglomerate directors, ruthlessly mincing the optic nerves behind them!
"Ahhh! My eyes! I'm blind! My eyes!!"
A seventy-year-old financial titan worth hundreds of billions tumbled onto the luxurious mahogany floor, screaming in agony. His hands clawed desperately at his eye sockets as large swathes of blood, mixed with dark red champagne, surged wildly through his fingers.
Even more terrifyingly, because the physical constants of this zone had completely broken down, the moment any top-tier conventional medical instrument touched their wounds, the internal metal tweezers and suturing needles softened into butter due to altered molecular bonding forces. There was no divine thunder. Yet the backlash of the rules was colder than any lightning.
At the exact same moment, across the entire West Coast of B.E.N., the ultra-high-voltage power grid and automated light rail systems suffered a chain-reaction physical collapse due to an instantaneous drift in friction coefficients and electromagnetic force. A maglev train traveling at three hundred kilometers per hour did not suffer a traditional derailment explosion. Instead, because the metallic properties of the tracks were rewritten within a ten-millionth of a second, the hundred-meter-long steel beast twisted itself into an absolutely solid metallic knot mid-flight, without warning, like a soft noodle.
Inside the B.E.N. White Palace master control hall, the cold-light screens did not go dark. However, all strategic missile parameters and economic indices were forcibly wiped clean, leaving behind only a single line of flashing, brutally blunt red system warnings:
[WARNING: LOCAL PHYSICAL CONSTANT LOGIC DEADLOCK DETECTED. ALL RECENT SOCIAL CONTRACTS AND TECHNOLOGICAL COMMANDS WITHIN THESE COORDINATES HAVE BEEN FORCIBLY REVERTED TO PRIMITIVE FACTORY LOGIC.]
Though the Goddess had departed, the ledger She left behind brooked no errors. If mortals miscalculated a single entry, the high-dimensional geometric rules would forcibly reclaim the lives of an entire street.
Fengxi withdrew her distant gaze. Tapping her toes against the empty air, her body tore through countless currents of wind. Shattering the Level 7 bunker's rooftop fortifications, she shot straight into the ten-thousand-meter stratosphere.
Deep within her bone marrow, the molecular-cutting locator from Long Nation emitted a stable infrasound frequency, transmitting her full-speed return tactical data in real-time back to the underground headquarters. She had thoroughly severed her past as a fragile fancy rat.
Deep within the phantom-green storm cyclone of her right eye, the underlying code representing mass collective karmic liquidation began to align frantically. Humanity across the Blue Planet would soon wake from their champagne-fueled delusion of "science conquering miracles."
Because Global Livestream Room B was about to light up.