Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

98: Chapter 98 Spiritual PurificationThe entire underground space was terrifyingly silent, like a graveyard sunken into the earth’s core.

And just a second ago—

All equipment vibrated violently without warning!

It wasn’t a frequency hop in the power system, nor an anomaly in the structural layer, but rather—

A resonant impact in the mental domain.

On the main screen, the red lines representing the stable status of each cabin section surged dramatically.

Each one was like a blood vessel forcibly injected with high pressure, stretched taut, then bursting.

The alarm pierced through the neural network. As a duty engineer was about to confirm, Lin Muran had already stood up, his eyes cold:

”Switch to No. 3 Cabin’s real-time footage.”

—Snap!

The cabin footage popped up.

The next second, everyone was stunned.

It wasn’t a single line going out of control.

It wasn’t one cabin depressurizing.

It was—the entire Zero Point, from its skeleton to its blood vessels, from its logical system to its neural network, progressively losing control.

[Alpha Zone · Mental Lock Control Layer]

The moment No. 3 Body opened his eyes, the neural containment chain fractured, as if the entire system core was torn apart by a resonant mental shockwave.

The high-pressure mental chair was like an ”awakened coffin.” He rose from it, mechanical arms breaking, electrical sparks flying.

The cabin wall monitoring crystals shattered into dust.

All the injection arms and sensory needles that had been controlling him around him exploded outwards in reverse, as if thrown by an invisible force field!

He stepped out of the device, his figure silent, and wherever his feet landed, the metal floor subtly dented.

His consciousness was like a heavy warhammer, pressing down on all surrounding neural nodes.

[Gamma Zone · Modified Body Cold Storage]

—This was the most restricted area of the entire Zero Point.

It stored dozens of failed or incomplete ”experimental zombies,” most of which had entered long-term cryogenic preservation.

But at this moment.

With the release of No. 3 Body’s mental unlock signal, the cold lock chains were simultaneously disengaged.

”Click, click, click—”

It was the sound of rows of metal chains springing open one by one, like some deep-sea cage gradually opening.

”Bang—!”

The first cabin door was smashed open.

A modified body with a twisted skeletal structure and high-frequency vibrating blades on its back roared out!

Its voice was no longer the low growl of a zombie, but a mad babble mixed with fragments of human language:

”—Pain... tear it open... throat... brain!!”

[Delta Section · Medical and Staff Passage]

The supposedly safe internal staff area became a ”breach” at this moment—

Large numbers of unsuspecting researchers, who had just received a system notification for an ”alarm test,” collided with groups of modified bodies surging up from the lower levels.

Screams, sirens, and alarms for malfunctioning access control systems intertwined into a sonic boom-level reverberation!

The crowd scattered in a panic, and security robots attempted to block the pathways, but the system’s main brain had been corrupted, and all commands had a 7.2-second delay in reaction!

—That was the fatal difference between life and death.

A female research assistant had just run into an airtight door; before it could lock, a hand full of bone spikes reached through the gap.

With a ”snap,” her neck was crushed.

Before her consciousness could even grasp ”what happened,” all that remained before her eyes was a mist of blood.

[Lambda Layer · Central Control Tower]

Lin Muran stood at the top of the Central Control Tower, calmly overlooking everything.

On the screens below, the system status was entirely red, and the logical feedback delay index soared to 100%.

—The loss of control was not an ”accident.”

It was ”manually activated.”

[Control Chain: Broken]

[Spinal Nerve Signal: Reverse Inflow]

[Mental Central Authority: Forcibly Rewritten]

”Intruder not found...”

”...No, they are.”

Lin Muran’s gaze fixed on a coordinate point:

[Delta-13 · Bottom of Abandoned Rail Shaft]

A string of codenames—

[Target Number: 04]

[Resonance Source Confirmed: Ye Nanxing · Mental Link Status Active]

He pressed a finger, and the crimson defensive line in the system began to tremble.

”We messed up.”

He murmured, a never-before-seen solemnity surfacing in his eyes:

”This isn’t a loss of control.”

”This is an intentional counterattack.”

Bottom of the ventilation shaft.

Red light exploded, and Yan’s eyes were open, calm like a silent lake before a volcanic eruption.

His voice was silent, yet each word pounded into Chu Yunting’s mind:

[I can feel her pain.]

[She has endured for too long.]

[...It’s my turn.]

Mental fluctuations swept through again.

This time, it wasn’t ”release.”

It was—

Opening all valves.

Central Main Brain System, Alarm Core.

High-density data flooded the central control core, dozens of logical links were interrupted, and information synchronization rate plummeted to 31%.

The system core alarm popped up accordingly:

[Lock Control Failed · Internal System Intrusion]

[System Level: Highest · Omega-level Anomaly Alert Activated]

[Estimated Interference Source: External Mental Domain High-Frequency Resonance]

[Resonance Intensity: F-Class Limit Threshold Exceeded]

[Target Number: 04]

[Source Coordinates: Bottom of Ventilation Shaft · Delta-13 Abandoned Rail Section]

[Linked Individual: Ye Nanxing · Mental Binding State]

Zero Point Base, Main Brain Area.

Red light spread everywhere, battle raged in the lower levels, and the system interface continuously displayed messages like ”out of control,” ”collapsed,” and ”abnormal intrusion.” The alarm buzzed like insects, echoing incessantly in the command hall.

Lin Muran stood before the main brain console, his face like ice.

He no longer asked questions, nor did he order the Hound Team, Garrison Department, or Passage Suppression Department to deploy—

These tactical units were meaningless under the mental interference of Number 04.

”...He is not an ability user.”

”Nor is he a zombie.”

”He is an undefinable mental anomaly domain,” his voice was low, yet very clear.

”Now, activate V-79.”

”Sir, V-79 is—”

”An old-era black-label weapon—the ’Mental Purification Module.’”

The adjutant was stunned.

”...Wasn’t that listed by the military as one of the ’inhumane weapons’?

Lin Muran glanced at him indifferently:

”He is not ’human.’”

[V-79 · Activation Authorization Approved]

[Target Confirmed: Number 04 · Non-Structural Mental Source]

[Purification Method: Consciousness Extraction + Neural Incineration]

[Three-Stage Attack Process Begins · Countdown 30 seconds]

At the bottom of the ventilation shaft, Yan still leaned in Ye Nanxing’s arms, his small body as quiet as a stone resting on her chest.

Warm, trusting, without a trace of wariness.

His eyes were clear, so pure they didn’t resemble an ”experiment subject”—rather, they were more like an infant yet to be contaminated.

The next second, an extremely subtle but piercing ”snap” echoed in the air—

Like the sound of a nerve directly breaking inside the eardrum.

[Second Stage · Consciousness Extraction Initiated]

A high-frequency mental wave, from a distant control center, crossed physical space and precisely pressed into Yan’s mental core.

Silent and formless, yet like a sharp surgical knife descending from the sky, piercing directly into the softest neural core deep within the brain.

Yan’s body trembled slightly.

His posture, originally nestled in Ye Nanxing’s embrace, suddenly stiffened like a rag doll.

His spine was taut, but his muscles were trembling ever so slightly.

A clear crimson crack appeared on his brow, radiating tiny blood threads upwards from the center, as if some mental current was tearing open his brain region!

His fingertips, which had been resting naturally on Ye Nanxing’s shoulder, suddenly tightened unconsciously.

It was as if his entire being was being ”pulled upward” by invisible strings, but he himself was desperately grasping onto something, staying in place.

Then, Ye Nanxing clearly saw—

Yan’s eye whites faintly rippled with grayish-blue patterns, and his pupils showed a multi-layered, misaligned double-image structure.

This was not a level that ordinary ability users could withstand.

This was using a system-level weapon to directly destroy the structure of the ”self”!

His body did not convulse.

There was no pain.

But that silent struggle was more oppressive than any pain.

Like a Child who hadn’t learned to cry out in pain, sealed in a black box, being erased alive from the world—

Yet still, unwilling to let go.

Ye Nanxing held him tightly, her eyes tinged with an extremely suppressed red.

”Yan.”

She called him softly, her fingers clutching his cold hand, her entire arm trembling.

”Don’t be afraid, do you hear me? You need to be here.”

”You are here, and so am I.”