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

206: Chapter 206 Unlock ConditionsA faint humming came from the palm, and a low, blurred system feedback sound echoed in the ear:

“Identifying access identity...”

“Detected: Ye Nanxing, Spatial Anchor Core compatible body.”

“Temporary permission granted.”

The next moment, the halo interface began to change, and several pieces of information slowly appeared:

System Name: SERAPH-13

Function Status: Partially running, attempting to reconstruct

Remaining Module Availability: Extremely low

Operable Functions: Ecological Simulation / Mental Trial

Overall System Damage Rate: 91%

Ye Nanxing’s expression remained unchanged, but she frowned slightly.

“With only this much of the skeleton left, it’s still holding on...”

Then, a new prompt appeared in the halo:

“Warning: Core area is in a locked state.”

“Front access channel — ‘Gate of Blood’ not unlocked.”

“Unlocking condition: Requires biological psionic guidance + memory pathway mapping.”

“Hint: This door is an old-era core security door · Level 3 permission · Memory/consciousness recognition type structure.”

Ye Nanxing’s eyes turned slightly cold as she spat out two words:

“As expected.”

She slowly lowered her hand and looked up at the strange “door” at the end of the passage.

It was not an ordinary metal door.

It was a “hybrid door” that fused metal with biological-like tissue—the surface was covered with vein-like patterns, and a shimmering pulse stone was embedded in the center, like a heart that hadn’t completely cooled down.

The wall vibrated at a low frequency, like a faint heartbeat, and a very slight echo came from under her feet, as if something huge was sleeping.

She spoke softly, as if to herself, and as if to this sleeping hive:

“‘Gate of Blood’...”

“In the old era, you even had to offer ‘blood’ to open a core.”

“Not everyone can open this door.”

“It is only ‘those who escaped from here’ who are qualified to return.”

Just as the team went thirty meters deep into the passage, Flame Born suddenly stopped, his body trembling violently as if constricted by an invisible force.

He clutched his head with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, his face pale, and cold sweat the size of beans sliding down his cheeks.

“My head... something is moving in my head!”

His voice was painful and hoarse, as if his consciousness was being torn alive, but he still gritted his teeth and did not fall.

The group immediately gathered around, and Zhao Wei tried to grab his arm but was repelled by an invisible flame.

Ye Nanxing quickly opened the monitoring panel, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice:

“...He has a deep connection with this system.”

“Flame Born is a test subject who escaped from the old era. When the machine heart restarted, his memory fragments were pulled back into the main structure.”

Flame Born finally couldn’t hold on, fell to his knees, slammed a palm onto the cold metal floor, and muttered:

“...I didn’t escape.”

“It let me go.”

“But it... left one of me behind.”

Flame Born’s vision suddenly blurred, and he fell into an abyss of memory.

The scene in front of him flashed rapidly until it settled in a cold, dark, circular laboratory.

— A young version of himself, about seven years old, fixed on a floating crystal platform, surrounded by intersecting energy tracks.

— Below the platform was a circle of blood-red biological tissue walls. On the translucent soft flesh, dozens of twisted human faces appeared, as if some residual consciousness was “watching” him.

— The air was filled with a nauseating mix of high temperature and corrosive substances.

A voice rang out from the system’s high-frequency speaker:

[Test Subject Number: Ignis-07]

[Status: Initializing]

[Module: Psionic Cleavage x Consciousness Separation x Spark Backup]

The crystal halo lit up, dense electrodes pierced into his body, and psionic energy was forcibly guided.

He let out a shrill scream, and flames burst out from between his bones and flesh—not a normal energy release, but a tearing reaction from the depths of his soul.

His consciousness was cut in half, and a part of it was forcibly cast into the suspended data sac layer, sealed and frozen.

He saw another “self” stripped from his body, an expressionless boy with hollow eyes, submerged into the center of the dark red capsule.

Before his consciousness collapsed, the last thing he heard was a cold, mechanical voice:

“Ignis-07: Spark has fissioned.”

“Backup successful.”

Flame Born opened his eyes abruptly, and a very thin beam of fire sprayed out from the center of his pupils, then quickly extinguished.

He gasped, his face as pale as paper, as if he had just been fished out of a fire—

But at this moment, he was no longer just the young man with psionic powers,

But an existence split in two by the system, with only half having escaped.

He whispered tremblingly:

“I was backed up...”

“The other me—is still alive in the deepest part of the hive.”

“He never grew up.”

“But he... remembers everything.”

Just then, at the end of the passage, the giant door shaped like a heart valve suddenly made a low “thumping sound.”

Like a heart... being awakened.

The surface of the door was covered with a layer of translucent red membrane, and inside, slowly pulsating muscle fiber stripes could be vaguely seen, like some kind of living nerve reacting.

At the junction of metal and flesh, dense, spiderweb-like energy-conducting lines and tubular veins were covered. Those tentacle-like structures automatically contracted, squirmed, and reorganized, weaving into an arc-shaped “biological chain,” as if the defense system was consciously refusing identification.

Zhao Wei’s throat tightened, and he roared:

“This... this is not a door!”

“This is some kind of fusion body—half biological, half mechanical, possessing sensory capabilities!”

Shen Qingyan’s scanner gave out a sharp alarm at this moment:

[Danger Level: III+]

[Assimilation Recognition Mechanism Discovered x Perception Frequency Fluctuation x Consciousness Fragment Resonance Reaction]

“This door itself is a low-intelligence biological entity—it can read memories, and it can also swallow consciousness it doesn’t recognize.”

Ye Nanxing was almost overly calm, turning her head slightly to look at Flame Born.

“It’s waiting for a key.”

“That key is inside you.”

Flame Born was silent, sweat dripping down his temples.

He stepped forward, raised his palm slowly, and the psionic energy gathered in his palm into a golden-red heart-flame seal, hot, tranquil, as if burning from the depths of his bone marrow.

He whispered, as if speaking to a memory:

“I don’t know who I am.”

“But if I was the one who came out of here... I can also open the door again.”

The mark in his palm bloomed suddenly in the air, like a heart beating again the moment it stopped.

— “Boom.”

A clear and shocking low-frequency thumping sound, as if the entire passage vibrated slightly in response.

An ancient fire pattern suddenly appeared in the center of the Gate of Blood, exactly the same as the rune in Flame Born’s hand, corresponding precisely.

The next second, those chains, entwined like vines, began to shrink, coil, and retreat on their own.

“Chi—ka—hua—”

The sound of mechanical buckles and biological tissue fusion points breaking sounded one after another, like the spine of an old god being unlocked section by section.