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

207: Chapter 207 StartThe entire gate—like a heart valve—slowly opened toward both sides along its central axis.

A blast of ghostly red, high-heat airflow surged from deep within the crack of the door, carrying an unspeakable, damp, and viscous scent.

A ghostly red passage appeared ahead, shaped like a spinal cord—its four walls smooth and faintly squirming, with a central ’bloodline’ composed of energy liquid veins extending into the invisible depths.

Shen Qingyan’s eye twitched slightly as she whispered,

”This isn’t a designed pipeline... it grew this way.”

Ye Nanxing did not answer. She simply stepped into that path, her silhouette elongated by the dim red light.

She left behind a sentence, low and firm:

”Let’s go.”

”The destination is its final consciousness.”

Everyone stepped into that ghostly red passage, and the blood gate behind them slowly closed.

A dull *thump—* like a heartbeat from the deepest part of the earth, accompanied by a rapid rise in air temperature and the suddenly sharp beeping of instruments.

The psionic detectors began to flicker irregularly, and the data feedback showed clear characteristics of hallucinogenic interference.

Zhao Chenwu cursed under his breath, ”It feels like... being watched by some kind of ’consciousness field’.”

Further ahead, the passage suddenly opened up.

Before them was a massive circular dome hall, its surrounding walls woven from translucent organic glass and metal fibers, as if encased within a biological body.

And right in the center, a glowing neural tissue mass suspended in mid-air resembled an enlarged ’human brain’.

Densely packed optical cables hung from its underside, connecting to the neatly arranged—

Consciousness Preservation Vats.

Each vat was a two-meter-high silver-gray cylinder, completely transparent. Inside floated semi-solid human figures, their bodies lifelike but their faces blank, with only subtle psionic waves diffusing from their foreheads,

Like memory fragments rippling on the surface of water, appearing and disappearing.

The air was filled with a strange sense of whispering, like countless thoughts talking to themselves in low voices, yet unable to piece together a complete language.

Shock appeared in Shen Qingyan’s eyes: ”These people... are ’backup bodies’ of consciousness.”

”They have no bodies, but—they are still alive.”

Lin Sui took a step back, her voice trembling: ”No, they aren’t alive.”

”They are ghosts locked in simulated memories, having never truly died.”

And at that moment—several information interfaces simultaneously popped up on Ye Nanxing’s spatial terminal:

[Welcome to the SERAPH-13 Hive Terminal]

[You have entered the Collective Consciousness Calculation Model Sector]

[Identification Passed - Command-level Visitor: Ye Nanxing]

[Status: Memory Fragment Module - Unsealing]

[Do you wish to initiate the ’Group Simulated Memory Fragment Import’ program?]

Ye Nanxing slowly took a step forward, looking up at that ’Neural Brain Core’ glowing with psionic pulses.

At this moment, all the consciousness remnants inside the surrounding preservation vats seemed to sense the proximity of the ’Connector’.

They slowly raised their heads, all looking toward her position—they had no faces,

But that hollow gaze was more oppressive than any words.

The air was thick with the smell of static electricity.

The entire neural core chamber was like a slowly heating high-pressure vessel. The fiber optic cables embedded in the walls began to pulse, as if biological nerves were being jolted awake by electric current.

The consciousness preservation vats arranged around them vibrated in sync. The floating remnants inside, which should have been as silent as ghosts, collectively began to twist slightly, like sleepers twitching in a dream.

On the main control console, a line of flashing red text suddenly jumped out:

[Group Consciousness Calculation Program: Initiating]

[Collective Memory Fragment Link Channel: Activated]

[Current Status: Irreversible - Forced Synchronization]

[Link Objects: All individuals present - Brain domain identification complete]

[Import Target Area: ’Hall of the Forgotten’]

The system emitted a *clack—clack—* metallic unlocking sound, like countless logic gates opening in sequence from their slumber.

The air seemed to become viscous in an instant. Ye Nanxing suddenly realized her heart rate was out of control—not a physiological reaction, but her consciousness being pulled into another plane.

The next second, a voice rang out in everyone’s ears simultaneously:

”Sensation of falling—begin.”

That was not a sound, but some kind of structural signal acting directly on the soul,

Like a sharp data knife, directly slicing through the connection between consciousness and reality.

—An indescribable tremor struck.

—Vision distorted, colors collapsed.

—The direction of gravity was erased, language was compressed, and emotions were ’drained’.

The world shattered.

When perception returned, they found they were no longer in reality.

Beneath their feet was an infinite black mirror-like ground, reflecting unlocatable starlight;

Distorted columnar phantoms towered around them, like the convergence and condensation of consciousness remnants.

On the dome, metallic rings like ’satellites of a consciousness storm’ rotated slowly, radiating a cold sense of oppression.

A massive and silent spatial projection slowly unfolded:

[This place is: The Hall of the Forgotten]

[Authority Trial Initiated]

[Each individual will face their own deepest memory rift]

[No escape, no spectating; only direct confrontation]

And at their feet, rings of psionic light boundaries began to emerge,

Step by step cutting out independent consciousness fields, isolating everyone within their respective memories.

There were no doors.

There were no paths.

Only—oneself.

At that moment, everyone’s consciousness was forcibly dragged into the deep layers of the system.

Sight, hearing, and touch were severed simultaneously, as if being thrown into a cold void—

When they ”opened their eyes” again, the world had changed.

The surrounding area was no longer the metallic dome of the neural core chamber; instead, it was a massive, empty, and infinite black hall.

The dome was ellipsoidal, soaring into the clouds, embedded with flowing light veins and memory fragments, like stars hanging upside down or dreams looping back.

Every point of light pulsed slightly, like tens of millions of consciousness fragments remembering themselves, uniformly contained within this domain.

The air had no temperature, no wind, and no direction.

The only thing with a powerful sense of presence was the black-red interface floating in the center, flowing like blood.

Large ancient words slowly appeared above it, as if someone had burned them into the void with the fire of memory:

[This place is: The Hall of the Forgotten]

[Please face what you have lost—the ’Decisive Memory’]

The characters dripped like blood, turning into trails of psionic patterns that slowly seeped into the ground.

The ground was as silent as stone, but the floor beneath everyone’s feet *lit up* at this moment.

A soft psionic circle expanded outward from their toes, precisely marking an independent ’consciousness calculation unit’ to the millimeter.

Everyone—was cut into an independent consciousness space.

A psionic boundary like a glass barrier cut off speech, energy, and perception between them; even emotional resonance was blocked.

It was as if in a holographic trial, each consciousness had been pulled into an independent courtroom of memories.

Lin Sui lowered her head, looking at the glowing ring beneath her feet, and murmured, ”This is... Consciousness Locking.”