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The enormous gear let out one last grating scrape. ### GOOGLE SEARCH TWKAN ### The Flesh Mill stopped turning. The unbelievably heavy bronze base slowly sank, smashing vast stretches of crystal floor tiles. ### The trembling completely disappeared. ### The Coliseum fell utterly silent. It was so quiet that the faint friction of Void particles could be heard. ### Above the dome, those Geometric Bodies Observers showed no emotional fluctuation. On their interwoven-line faces, only cold streams of data flashed frantically. ### [First Trial: Flesh Mill, settlement complete.] ### [Origin Matter rankings are as follows.] ### The voice held no inflection, yet it made everyone's eardrums tingle. ### A huge light screen suddenly unfolded across the dome. Its radiance pierced the dim Void. ### The ranking was simple and blunt. There was no nonsense, only numbers and percentages. ### First place: Experiment Site 9527. Share of total Origin Matter: 99%. ### The golden numbers on the screen were blindingly large. ### A string of names followed below. ### Second place, Murphy. Total Origin Matter: 0.00... followed by a long string of zeroes. ### How was this second place? This was worse than the scraps Yang Yu's assembly line leaked out. ### Third place, Mechanical Star Rail Giant Snake. Even more pathetic. ### The list continued downward. ### Last place, Experiment Field No. 12's Proxy. Xilan the Dreamweaver. Total Origin Matter: 0. ### In the remarks column, four huge scarlet characters were painfully conspicuous: Assimilated. ### Xilan stood half a step beside Yang Yu. ### She raised her head and stared fixedly at the zero beside her name, along with those four humiliating characters. ### Her hands unconsciously clenched the silver hem of her dress, turning her knuckles white. The corner of her mouth twitched violently, and she forcibly swallowed all