National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

What I saw was a mess.

The computer screen was black, the daffodils had wilted like dried vegetables, and the most outrageous thing was the glass of red wine on the table...it was still bubbling with tiny bubbles?! Is this a perpetual motion machine?!

But the most eye-catching thing is the one lying on the ground——

Su Mohui.

There was a hideous crack on her chest, but at this moment it seemed to be forcibly covered by a layer of flowing, dreamy and somewhat tacky pink light film. Her whole body looked like a piece of inferior porcelain that was violently glued together, and her breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"Hiss..." Su Yu'an gasped, not out of fear, but out of anger. He took a long step towards Su Mohui, his eyes, always filled with gentleness, now filled with a pain and anxiety that was almost tangible, almost collapsing on Yu Wenjin.

His fingers hovered above the pink seal, not daring to touch it. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, carefully sensing the aura emanating from the seal. The more he sensed, the darker his face grew.

That aura was both familiar and unsettling. "The Recorder?! Why would she interfere with the Netherworld Reincarnation?! Is she saying the universe isn't collapsing fast enough?! And this pinky thing... what kind of aesthetic is that?!"

Yu Wenjin swung her dragon tail covered with red-gold scales in annoyance, and with a "snap", she smashed the conjured gaming chair next to her into pieces (it wasn't real anyway).

His gaze paused as he scanned Su Mohui's pale face and the dried tears and blood on her cheeks. A subtle solemnity flashed through his irritability. But the next second, his gaze suddenly fixed on the faint old scar just below Su Mohui's collarbone!

"Fuck! Something terrible has happened!" Yu Wenjin's voice trembled with disbelief. He quickly transformed into a human form and pointed at the scar. When he met Su Yu'an's eyes that were about to spit fire, his tone changed:

"Yu An! This scar! Isn't this the scar she got when she was caught by poison ivy during the rescue in the Shennongjia primeval forest?! How... How could it appear here?! This is a soul mark!"

Su Yu'an's heartache and anger suddenly froze! His brain felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and with a buzzing sound, countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning -

Soul mark?

The scars of the real world are imprinted on the body of the low-dimensional universe? What the hell does this mean?!

He raised his head suddenly, the pity in his heart replaced by an even more fierce anger. He roared into the air, "System! Get out here! Explain!!"

[Your Highness Yu Lei (Su Yu'an's Buddhist name in the underworld), Your Excellency Zhulong, the system is online——] The familiar electronic sound rang out quite quickly.

"Explain! What's wrong with her? What the hell are these cracks on her body and this... pink stuff? And this penetrating wound on her heart! Who did it?!" Su Yu'an pointed at Su Mohui's heart, his tone like he was interrogating a criminal.

[Ding Dong: Analyzing...]

[Host Su Mohui: The spirit structure was impacted by unknown high-dimensional information, and the anchor point stability dropped to zero, causing the spirit to overload and reach the brink of structural collapse.]

[Heart injury: The host forcibly invoked the highest authority of the Judgment Pen, locking onto and attacking a high-dimensional target (suspected to be the Netherworld Kingdom where the recorder resides), resulting in backlash from the rules. Risk Level: Fatal.]

[Surface cracks and pink energy seal: The unique energy spectrum of the recorder has been detected. Preliminary assessment: The recorder has intervened, temporarily mending the host's spiritual structure through unknown means, suppressing the collapse process. Seal status: unstable, energy continues to decay. Estimated duration: unknown (affected by the host's soul strength and external stimuli).]

[Warning: The current seal is only an emergency measure. If the seal fails or suffers a secondary impact, the host's spirit is at risk of complete disintegration. Recommendation: Immediately initiate deep hibernation, or...]

"Bullshit! Get to the point!" Yu Wenjin interrupted impatiently.

[...Or immediately execute the "Urobuchi Final Battle" plan and prepare the final layout for the "Battle of the Gods of All Realms." Leverage the resonance between the Urobuchi and the Anchor Point of All Realms to stabilize the host's spirit and activate the deep repair mechanism.] The system was unusually concise.

Su Yu'an's brows knitted together, and he and Yu Wenjin exchanged glances, both with expressions of confusion. "'Battle of Gods of All Realms'? Isn't that crappy dungeon still being debugged? Isn't it said that the risks are too high and it will easily mess up the minds of the participating gods?"

[Risks and opportunities coexist, so you two should weigh your options carefully.]

Don’t be fooled by the way this system usually acts cute in front of Su Mohui. At this moment, its electronic voice carries a cold customer service tone of “work if you want, get out if you don’t”, and it continues to beep without any emotion.

[Reiterate: Host Su Mohui's current vital signs (spiritual version): Conventional treatment has been declared ineffective. The "Urobuchi Final Battle" contingency plan is the only theoretically feasible proactive rescue plan at this time.]

[Passively waiting—whether it's seeing how long the pink seal can last, or choosing to remain in deep hibernation like an ice sculpture for eternity—is the same as signing a consent form to forgo treatment...]

The system paused for a rare two seconds, then beeped:

The result will be the same. The host's spirit will slowly decay as its energy decays, like an old piece of porcelain that has been left for a long time. It will silently break into pieces and then... turn into ashes.

Yu Wenjin grumbled in his throat, his back teeth grinding loudly. He couldn't utter a single word, so he could only raise his hand in frustration and scratch the hard, red-gold dragon scales on the back of his head, which were standing upright from the heat. It was so severe that sparks were about to fly.

The golden flame flickered in the dragon's eyes. He looked down at Su Mohui, who was lying on the ground like Sleeping Beauty with a pink "patch" on her chest. Then he thought about how frustrated he was when he was thrown back to the Ninth Heaven like garbage to clean up the mess by the newly returned Lingbao Tianzun (that bastard Shen Jia'an!).

And there were those in Heaven waiting to see whether the "fire" would burn brightly or die out, especially that old Jehovah in the West holding the Bible, his eyes like searchlights...

His eyes flicked aside, and he happened to meet Su Yu'an's gaze. Well, the eyes of this Lord Judge of the Underworld, usually filled with moonlight, now only contained a resigned expression of "I'm truly convinced" and "What else can I do?"

No words were needed. Their eyes met, their expressions crackling in mid-air. They didn't even bother to nod. They instantly understood the ruthlessness suppressed beneath the hint of heartache in each other's eyes. Do it! There's no other way!

"I'm really impressed," Su Yu'an cursed softly. The evil fire was uncontrollable, as if it could ignite the Netherworld in the next second. "Start! What the hell is this plan and layout? Tell me! What do you need me for?!"

[Respected His Highness Yu Lei (actually a temporary laborer)...] The electronic voice of the system uttered a respectful title that sounded somewhat sarcastic, but the content was not polite at all: