Chapter 718: True Nature
Sizzle!
A sharp trail of golden lightning violently slashed across the empty air out of thin air. Ruo Linfeng's twin pupils violently shrunk to a razor margin as a massive golden dragon phantom completed its majestic compilation behind his back plates; yet that particular elemental bolt layout-wise, completely failed to detonate, cleanly dissolving into the atmospheric metrics in the very next fraction of a second.
Yet high across the upper air layers, the dense cloud matrices violently convulsed, an exceptionally heavy, suffocating layer of pure thermodynamic rain vapor rapidly assembling across the sky.
Ruo Linfeng had dropped zero farcical data lines across his brief; biding his time near the perimeter of the primary Capital, his private executive parameters masterfully commanded the absolute aggregate Dragon Qi tracking this fractured state machine, to the extent that his fingers possessed more than sufficient priority to casually pilot-steer the localized atmospheric laws.
Consequently, this minor standalone meteorological fluctuation that had completely manual-overrode his internal governance protocols layout-wise, instantaneously flagged his strategic tracking arrays.
That abstract mantle of high-and-mighty self-delusion and supreme Arrogance caking his features vanished clear of his registry within a single microsecond.
"My analytical paths have layout-wise, completely caved through an exceptional pocket of diagnostic error, Mercenary Tao... your biological framework... is layout-wise, intensely, profoundly non-normal!"
Floating directly over a massive succession of evolutionary Ladders, the five-clawed golden dragon phantom framing Ruo Linfeng's spine continuously executed a complex coiling loop. His database had indeed historically logged the blood-drenched infamy tracking Mercenary Tao's identifier, yet his core calculation paths had blindly classified the target under that low-value cohort who merely invaded un-fortified secondary worlds to launch a head-on liquidation campaign against native data NPCs explicitly to build an artificial title prominence.
Even assuming an engine's performance sheet tracked as "Respectable" across the common Reincarnator logs, masterfully weaponizing an unrefined brute methodology of that profile to forcefully hijack and loot [Information Capital] explicitly to scale basic attributes was layout-wise, mathematically locked at a mediocre tier when checked head-on against an authentic battlefield veteran.
That was an automated optimization pathing that closely duplicated a low-tier heterodox cultivation system; its parameters authorized a rapid, runaway progression track across the initial countdown frames, yet correspondingly stripped the biological vessel of any valid option to ever encounter an invincible, maximum-peril enemy cell to naturally catalyze its meridians to fracture the system locks to touch its true primeval Essence.
This explicit mechanical reality was the definitive terminal reason steering the Infinite Dimension Space terminal to continuously process a massive wide-area recruitment cycle across every epoch—authorizing the aggregate density of the mid-tier Reincarnator populace to exponentially swell crossing each block—while the absolute volume of frontliners who successfully cracked the safe parameters to legitimately touch the true power sheets of the top-tier apex milestone remained pathetically, anomalously sparse.
The structural rules native to the public Space terminal caved to an extreme pocket of absolute indulgence, casually permitting the common interlopers to invade diverse task dimensions to exploit and launch a multi-directional torment campaign against native story grids simply to legacy-harvest Singularities and system rewards, fast-tracking the growth metrics of the mid-to-low-tier vanguards.
Yet the exact frame those cells bridged straight into the advanced milestones, the collective cohort began to sustain a massive, multi-directional wave of absolute biological system erasure, completely and flawlessly lacking the priority to ever manual-override a genuine high-order challenge check.
Yet factor-analyzing the live data layouts, a solitary point-blank interface, multiplied head-on across a single standalone wisp of his ambient aura track, was more than sufficient to force Ruo Linfeng's processing matrix to lock down an absolute clinical confirmation: the freak standing before his boots completely and flawlessly refused to track under an un-fortified, hollow template of that profile.
An elite frontliner who had proactivly entered the terminal gates within this active chronological epoch—whose aggregate logged duration models mathematically caved short of clearing twenty independent task dimension deployments—had layout-wise, already forced his metrics to comfortably claim a slot atop an apex tier of this classification...
Kaito Shirogane kept both forearms dropping limply to frame his flanks, his skull tilted back marginally. His private motor pathways had long since calibrated to pilot-steering a predatory, level gaze that unrefinedly weaponized his lower eyelids to parse an asset's data sheets—particularly... whenever his visual arrays intercepted an exceptionally "Fragile" organism of this classification.
Thud, thud, thud.
Kaito Shirogane proactivly driven his muscle groups to execute a linear march to close within point-blank range of Ruo Linfeng's coordinates. Every independent boot plant he driven forward locked down a mathematically identical spatial distance; his physical vessel executed a slow lateral swaying choreography as he stepped across the green slate stones, his internal energy grids completely and flawlessly locked down to flatly withhold a single wisp of an active output track clear of his skin boundaries.
Ruo Linfeng knit his brow in deep frustration, his vocal channels instantaneously unhinging to pre-fire an immediate command:
"Halt!"
The syllables he dropped floured with an supreme mantle of absolute sovereign Majesty, looking layout-wise, identically as if his vocal cadence naturally compiled an un-blockable structural compression wave to shackle an opponent's neural tracks—an advanced capability track functioning under the archetype of an absolute spiritual Imperial Mandate.
Yet Kaito Shirogane's internal focus completely and flawlessly manual-overrode that environmental barrier, his boots unyieldingly continuing their linear advance. Quite the contrary, coordinating across his own instruments, Kaito Shirogane synchronously decoded a critical structural anomaly: nominal-wise explicitly hardcoding a mechanical trajectory holding that a handful of micro-steps would comfortably bridge the horizontal distance, his physical vessel had already processed four or five consecutive boot plants, yet his coordinates layout-wise, still caved short of launching a point-blank melee check.
This was an automated manifestation tracking unique specialized Capability—[Disorder / Chaos / 混乱]—hardcoded straight beneath [The Black Emperor] sequence hierarchy. It authorized the pilot engine to casually drop an absolute programmatic distortion wave to saturate a localized sector, forcing the absolute spatial physics and linear distance metrics to enter a state of total, chaotic confusion.
Yet evaluating the live parameters, the technical precision anchoring this specific capability track occupied an exceptionally high-priority milestone; consequently, this Ruo Linfeng asset layout-wise, comfortably cleared the gate to verify a diagnostic holding that his lineage had successfully mastered the high-tier supernal properties native to the Black Emperor potion track, claiming an active serialization file as a semi-divine Demigod, a high-rank Saint, or conversely... an absolute Angel template.
Ruo Linfeng methodically executed a two-step rearward displacement, his vocal frequencies locking onto Kaito Shirogane's coordinates:
"Step clear of this frantic velocity track, Mercenary Tao; our private calculations require zero supplementary friction. Seven-Seven has layout-wise, completely failed to isolate your coordinate trace to close past my gates; what baseline rule blockades our private thrones from initializing a relaxed, high-value intelligence trade protocol to flush the ledger, hm?"
Seven-Seven's private name was proactivly data-mined via his syllables.
The corners of Kaito Shirogane's mouth split wide to project that standard, theatrical smile, his internal processing loops layer-by-layer and with absolute finality expanding its parameters.
"Your internal programming has layout-wise, caved to a severe pocket of cognitive delusion, misinterpreting the absolute baseline variables defining my active carriage. My counter completely throws out an independent wisp of strategic hesitation; my analytics were merely running a predictive model to isolate a solitary structural riddle..."
"Meticulously review the live market indicators: what baseline rule steers the collective cohort of you veteran interlopers active across this epoch to completely lose your intellectual sanity, to the extent that one after another, your muscle groups proactivly launch a frantic vertical sprint to blindly pop-flash your faceplates straight before my claws, hm?..."
"An operational carriage of this specific description... compresses an exceptionally catastrophic, maximum-peril system erasure probability tracking your lineage, you freak. Heh~"
(End of Chapter)