Control rate: 25%... 28%... 30%...!
Ding! Minimum objective for the Reversal Mission "Theft of Great Dao Origin" completed! Rewards pending collection. The system's prompt rang in Lu Chen's mind.
Yet Lu Chen remained silent, holding his breath as he poured his all into maintaining that thread of connection!
He knew there was only one chance! He had to steal as much as he could with every scrap of time! How was stealing thirty percent enough?
Fifty percent, at the very least!
Yuan Thirteen hadn't stopped either!
He was completely hyped up! He was immersed in this unprecedented "theft feast"!
Steal! Steal! Steal!
To him, the power origin of the entire Mech Spirit Federation was like an undefended vault!
Control rate: 31%... 32%... 35%... 40%...!
The eleven rulers still remained completely unaware!
Yuan One had even started discussing the aftermath.
"Yuan Thirteen's designation can be revoked and archived. The next successor must undergo the highest level of logical screening and loyalty testing."
"Seconded."
"Target consciousness annihilation countdown: ..."
The exact moment they finished their countdown, having concluded that Yuan Thirteen was thoroughly dead and had turned into a pile of basic energy!
Control rate: 50%!!!
Yuan Thirteen's consciousness core gave a violent jolt!
It succeeded!
Fully half of the control rights!
He had reached a delicate equilibrium point!
At this very moment, he decisively executed the final step—feigned death!
All active consciousness signals instantly plummeted into silence!
His remaining mechanical shell completely melted, thoroughly absorbed by the Origin, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
That fluctuation of the Great Dao theft was also perfectly concealed, fusing seamlessly with the intrinsic fluctuations of the Origin as one undivided entity.
From the outside and across all monitoring data...
Yuan Thirteen had been completely disassembled, purged, and annihilated! Not even a scrap remained!
"Origin