Breaking the Rules? I Call This Turning In Early!

That enormous geometric face floated in the gray-white mist, every line radiating absolute coldness.

It did not move, yet its scrutiny from a higher dimension seemed intent on formatting the Abyss inside and out all over again.

"Breaking the rules?"

Yang Yu stood atop the outermost Barrier of the Abyss, his trench coat snapping in the void energy. He lowered his head to look at his hands absorbing High-Dimensional Energy, then looked back up at the face.

Not only did he not run, he instead took a step forward, walking directly beyond the Abyss's protective range. Barefoot, he stepped onto the gray-white Zero-Point Dimension.

"Brother, you have to be reasonable when you talk."

As if performing a magic trick, Yang Yu produced another cigar. He lit it with the lingering void lightning on his fingertips, took a deep drag, and eyed the giant face askance.

"When Moro delivered the notice, it clearly said in black and white that the winner would be decided in three years. I never said I wouldn't participate. I was just thinking my place was too shabby, so I packed up my belongings ahead of time and came over to scope things out, wasn't I?"

The lines of the geometric face twisted slightly, seemingly searching its database for the logical connection between "scoping things out" and "bringing all your belongings."

[You devoured all underlying data from Experiment Site No. 9527. According to the Zero-Point Pact, this constitutes the destruction of an experiment sample and is subject to physical erasure by Law.]

The majestic voice bore thunderous pressure, crushing the ground within the Abyss until fine cracks appeared.

"Erase your grandmother's leg!"

Yang Yu spat out a mouthful of thick smoke and pointed at the Abyss Continent behind him. "Open your damn eyes and look!