The Gray Fog was thick as undispersed rotten blood, and the keel of the Gods and Demons Black Ship let out dry grinding sounds within the heavy mist.
Deep in the ruins, fragments of system panels that had been Violently Dismantled lay scattered among platinum-white rubble. Their faint blue glow flickered on and off like the eyes of drowned men.
The Investigation Team members were scattered among these "corpses."
Chu Qing stood barefoot atop the black ship's highest vertebra. He did not lower his head, but every faint tremor beneath his soles was clearly reflected in his mind.
Ye Wushuang of the Tian Lan World trembled as he stroked a palm-sized piece of scrap iron, his breathing growing extraordinarily heavy, his chest heaving like a bellows. On the other side, the executor from the Mechanical Divine Domain had the lenses in his eyeballs spinning wildly with faint mechanical grinding sounds, while his metal knuckles tapped urgently against his thigh.
(Motive): The Heavenly Prides were tempted by the high-dimensional logic contained within the System Remnant, producing the illusion of seizing power to protect themselves. (Behavior): The executor secretly stuffed three Red Light-glowing chips into the interface in his chest. (Result): Several tiny conduits at the back of the executor's neck suddenly began twitching, spurting out a stream of foul-smelling blue smoke.
Chu Qing still stood with his hands behind his back.
(Micro-expression): The corners of his mouth were flat as a line, without the slightest ripple. Only the Liuli-colored shadow in his eyes was as cold as a block of mysterious ice that had never melted for ten thousand years.
He watched.
He watched to see just how rotten these "seeds" could become in the face of temptation.
Late at night.
The black