The Beast God sat high upon Her pitch-black obsidian throne. Her colossal divine silhouette pressed down into the deathly silent space, entirely devoid of warmth. Her dark gold eyes, with pupils slit like straightened iron razors, looked coldly down upon the void.
She did not look back at any of the Blue Planet's documents. Instead, She merely raised Her right hand slowly, condensing Her palm into a brief clench.
Hum.
Without any world-shattering divine light, a ring of invisible, ultra-high frequency physical shockwaves severed the spatial barriers in an instant. The classified data recorded within those seventeen microchips—every dark web financial stream, smuggling ledger, and the core executive list of the global animal retribution industry accumulated by Frontier Technology over a decade—was dismantled within a single microsecond into the rawest, most fundamental source code of rules.
This code required no satellite grids or fiber-optic networks. Following the residual high-voltage physical wave bands vibrating through the air, it erupted with a thunderous roar, flowing directly back into the core network of every "Guardian Collar" across the Blue Planet—the Hive.
Beep—
High above the freezing, sub-zero mountain ranges of the northern region of the Long Nation, a torrential storm carrying winds of two hundred kilometers per hour slammed down across the sky.
Fengqi's physical form abruptly locked in mid-air, completely rigid. Beneath the flesh of her nape, the locator welded directly onto her spine by the Academy of Sciences using molecular-cutting technology flared with immense thermal energy, burning as hot as a branding iron.
Within her retinas, her gold-and-green double pupils contracted frantically. What she saw before her was no longer the pitch-black peaks of the mountains, but a dense, overwhelming grid of black-and-crimson data columns refreshing at microsecond intervals.
The cold, mechanical voice of the Hive, entirely stripped of any living human emotion, detonated directly inside her brainstem:
[CORE KARMIC DATA HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY SETTLED.]
[SOURCE: EXTRACTED BY HUMAN ACTOR HANS THROUGH THE SHATTERING OF HIS OWN FLESH AND BONE.]
[CONTENT: PRECISE COORDINATES OF THE ENTIRE GLOBAL RETRIBUTION PROFIT CHAIN, CORE DARK WEB CRIMINAL ORGANIZATIONS, AND OFFSHORE FINANCIAL BLACK MARKETS.]
[HIVE INTERFACE PROMPT: SCAVENGER FENGQI, ALL STRONGHOLDS LOCKED. PLEASE ISSUE THE FIRST STEP OF THE CLEARING MANDATE.]
Fengqi hovered three thousand meters up in the sky, the gale-force winds whipping her oversized black trench coat until it snapped like a sheet of iron. Her porcelain-doll face remained completely expressionless. The pure gold vertical pupil in her left eye was as cold as a freshly forged iron blade.
Staring at the layout of the Blue Planet inside her mind—a map violently strangled by countless dark purple karmic lines—she asked calmly within her thoughts, What is the next move? Do we leak these names to the Blue Planet's media outlets now?
Within a ten-thousandth of a second, the intellectual network of the Hive generated its most direct, clinical calculation:
[RECOMMENDATION: IMMEDIATELY OPPOSE PUBLIC EXPOSURE.]
[REASON: THE LEGAL SYSTEM AND BUREAUCRATIC APPARATUS OF HUMAN SOCIETY OPERATE TOO SLOWLY. ONCE THE DATA IS DISTRIBUTED IN ADVANCE, THE TOP-TIER CORPORATE SYNDICATES WILL EXPLOIT THEIR WEALTH AND ASYLUMS TO SECURE ASSET TRANSFERS AND FLEE OVERNIGHT.]
[HIVE PROPOSAL: EXECUTE PHYSICAL CONTAINMENT FIRST. UTILIZE VACUUM AND GRAVITATIONAL CONSTANTS TO UTTERLY ERASE AND FORMAT EVERY LIVING TARGET WITHIN THE COORDINATES.]
[FINAL EXECUTION: KILL THEM ALL FIRST. THEN, SMASH EVERY HIDDEN LEDGER AND IRREFUTABLE VIDEO EVIDENCE ACROSS EVERY SINGLE SCREEN OF THE BLUE PLANET, PROCLAIMING IT TO THE ENTIRE WORLD.]
Kill them all first, then balance the ledger.
The ghostly-green storm vortex within Fengqi's right eye accelerated exponentially. Touching the searing hot Long Nation locator at her nape, her lips moved slightly, uttering only two words:
"Lock down."
Across the ocean, billions of onlookers on the Blue Planet watching the Room B drain the corporate syndicates' bank accounts hadn't even had a single moment to catch their breath.
Clang!
The layer of pale, cold light hanging over the canopy of the sky underwent a massive physical distortion without warning. Before the horrified gazes of humanity, a second colossal holographic screen materialized directly in the center of the previously empty sky, welding itself into the pitch-black night like a steel plate.
The screen possessed no flashy borders. It displayed only a single, massive, deathly iron-black letter—"C".
"Again?! The Room B hasn't even finished freezing those capitalists' bank cards, so what the hell is this 'C' for?!" Along a street in the southern region of the Long Nation, an office worker who had just crawled out of a trash can felt his legs give out entirely from terror.
The comment sections across the entire global network remained locked tight. Humanity possessed no right to post chat logs; they could only serve as the most submissive spectators.
Yet, unlike the Room B that was cluttered with ledgers and financial details, this newly hoisted Room C contained no marble labyrinths, no iron cages, and not even a floor.
Inside the massive display was an ink-black, hollow, deathly silent space where nothing existed but absolute void. It resembled an absolute vacuum fault line deep within the universe, completely devoid of a single star.
And within this sheer nothingness, several dozen human souls were suspended in mid-air, stripped completely bare.
The camera tracking them zoomed in remarkably close. Every single blue vein bulging across their skin due to a lack of oxygen was captured with absolute, terrifying clarity.
These individuals were the elite execution directors of Frontier Technology's offshore liquidation foundations, the hidden financial backers of the dark web's "Red Room," and directors of top-tier pharmaceutical syndicates who had once commanded the wind and rain in the old world. They were not yet dead, but their souls were stripped entirely bare and cast into the absolute zero vacuum of deep space. Because there was no air, not a single sound emerged from the massive screen.
Yet, the pleas, curses, and desperate wails of these human elites were transformed into the most grotesque, terrifying mime show through their wildly distorted, gaping mouths. A once-respectable banker who always looked dignified on television was now flailing his limbs frantically in the void, his mouth moving in a silent, desperate scream. Due to the rapid expulsion of moisture in the vacuum, the saliva on his tongue instantly froze into white crystals, spraying from his mouth like dead flies. Beside him, a pharmaceutical tycoon clawed violently at his own throat, his fingers tearing the skin of his soul form inside out, trying to catch a single breath of air in the absolute nothingness.
Every three seconds, a localized gravitational contraction convulsed through the void. Space would snap tight behind the prisoners like a wrung towel, and high-dimensional geometric rules would instantly snap their spines into a bizarre, ninety-degree angle. Two seconds later, space normalized, restoring their bodies only for them to endure the next agonizing wave of suffocation and fracturing.
At the very bottom of the screen, the grey system logs flashed coldly:
[LIVE STREAM C: HIGH-LEVEL CORE PRISONERS DETENTION SEQUENCE.]
[STATUS: INDEFINITE GRAVITATIONAL DRAINING, SUFFOCATION RESET ACTIVE.]
[EXECUTION NOTE: BEFORE THE MORTAL STRONGHOLDS ARE ENTIRELY ERASED, THE SOULS HERE SHALL NOT BE ANNIHILATED. THEY WILL BE TRAPPED IN A RETRIBUTION DEADLOCK FOR EONS, EXPERIENCING THE EXACT DESPAIR FELT BY THE MYRIAD BEASTS OF THE BLUE PLANET BEFORE DEATH.]
The mandate was simple: the deity was in no rush to let them die. She intended to freeze these ringleaders here like blocks of ice, leaving them begging for death but denied it, until Fengqi thoroughly liquidated every single remaining pocket of filth on the ground.
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Thousands of miles away, along the northernmost border of the Long Nation.
The temperature here had plummeted to minus thirty-five degrees. The surroundings offered nothing but pitch-black obsidian peaks and ancient, compacted ice that was as hard as iron plates. The gale slammed into the face, scraping bone with the agonizing precision of steel knives.
Fengqi dropped down from a height of ten thousand meters, her oversized black trench coat whipping violently in the blizzard. She planted her feet firmly upon the edge of a sheer cliff face without making a single sound. According to the final coordinates extracted from Hans's microchips, the core inner circle of the largest, oldest animal retribution profit chain across the Blue Planet was hidden deep within the hollowed-out foundations of the black mountain right before her.
This was no ordinary black market, nor was it a scientific research laboratory. This was an evil cult. It was a terrifying, demonic organization that had existed across the currents of human history for unknown centuries, its network extending into the upper-class societies of every single nation.
Their doctrines were uncamouflaged, blunt, and utterly sickening: they believed that human bodies and souls were fundamentally filthy, whereas animals, devoid of complex malice, were vessels of pure energy. They advocated for the systematic slaughter of innocent spirits through the most cruel, sadistic methods imaginable. In their twisted logic, the more agonizing the cries of the dying animals and the thicker the flowing blood, the higher the "purification value" the executioners achieved within themselves. They had even written on the dark web that the more they killed and the more blood they spilled, the closer they came to shedding their mortal shells and achieving "sainthood" in the mortal realm.
The premium registered members on the dark web, the doctors, professors, and office workers who paid astronomical sums for custom live vivisection videos—in essence, all of them were merely secular outer-circle disciples cultivated by this evil cult. They did not kill simply out of psychopathy; they treated this systematic torture as a bloody bargaining chip to climb the social ladder, purchase fame, and even buy longevity. Frontier Technology, the dark web networks, and the offshore foundations were all merely secular instruments utilized by this cult to accumulate wealth and shield themselves from the eyes of the Blue Planet.
Fengqi stood in the freezing wind, the fractured gold vertical pupil in her left eye staring fixedly at the stone ground beneath her feet. Within her divine sight, plumes of a dark purple, foul karmic toxic gas were erupting from the fissures of the mountain like volcanic ash.
"Hidden here for eighty whole years," Fengqi's voice was faint.
The surface fortifications here were entirely sealed with thick, anti-radiation lead plating, extending three hundred meters deep into an abandoned ancient copper mine. It was no wonder the border radars of the Long Nation had failed to detect any anomalies for so many years.
The network of the Hive pulsed another notification directly into her mind:
[STRONGHOLD INTERNAL SCAN COMPLETE: 1,204 SURVIVING HUMAN DISCIPLES DETECTED.]
[CAPTIVE LIVING CREATURES COUNT: 45,000 INDIVIDUALS. STATUS: EXTREME TERROR, COGNITIVE SYSTEM DEADLOCK LOGGED.]
Fengqi did not draw her blade, nor did she contact Chen Haoran's specialized assault detachment. If missiles were used to collapse the mountain, the irrefutable evidence buried within would be destroyed alongside these monsters. She intended to tear away this sickening mask of hypocrisy, strip it down to the bone, and expose it completely before the eyes of all humanity.
The young girl slowly extended her right hand, pressing her pale fingertips flat against the frozen, iron-hard obsidian mountain face before her.
"Space, vacuum drain."
Boom.
There was no thunderous crash of shattering rock. The exact microsecond Fengqi's palm made contact with the mountain, the structural density of the rock within a hundred-meter radius was physically formatted. The moisture and molecular structure inside the stone instantly froze and vaporized, reducing it to a grey powder finer than flour, which scattered away into the wind.
A straight, smooth, pitch-black shaft leading three hundred meters deep into the earth tore open without warning amidst the blizzard. Fengqi stepped through, her black coat vanishing into the absolute darkness.
Deep beneath the earth, the biting cold wind began to recede, replaced by a nauseating, stagnant humidity. It was a vile stench unique to the cult's central hall—a mixture of decaying flesh, cheap incense, and pools of dried blood.
At the very end of the passage, a massive bronze gate half a meter thick remained tightly sealed. From within, the fanatical, hysterical chants of human disciples drifted through the heavy air:
"The deities have departed! The high-dimensional clearing has ended! The Blue Planet belongs to us now! Drain the blood of this final dog, and our pool of evolution will be full! Sainthood is ours! Today is the day!!"
Fengqi stood before the gate, the ghostly-green storm vortex within her right eye spinning so fast it left a blur of residual shadows.
Up in the sky, upon the massive Room C monitor that had previously shown nothing but a hollow void, a line of piercing, blood-red characters suddenly flashed in the upper right corner, displaying a localized coordinate:
[LONG NATION NORTHERN MOUNTAIN RANGE, ALTAR NUMBER 1]
Humanity believed the game was over. They had no idea that the execution decree of the Karmic Scavenger had already been nailed directly to their foreheads.