Dark clouds continued along the silent black sea surface, reaching the end of the sky, where flashing lightning swelled over the stormy sea, its dim glow revealing patches and cracks between the clouds. The undulating waters slapped against the shore’s rocks, and the cold, silent sea breeze brushed against the man’s cheeks. He raised his wristband and glanced at a message signed by Yiluo, taking a deep breath. A small boat slowly approached from the dark sea surface, a resolute blond man standing at the bow, gazing toward the shore. As the boat was about to dock, it stopped, and the blond man looked at the figure on the shore, asking softly, "Mister Gast?" Gast nodded, staring at the blond man, "Captain Kevin?" Kevin nodded, turning to look at the thunder and storm at the end of the dark sea, then back at Gast, "This journey will be very dangerous." Gast took a deep breath and smiled, "I’m ready." He leapt onto the small boat. Kevin pulled the lever, steering the boat around a bend and heading deep into the dark sea. Moving away from the direction of the Storm Sea, traveling along snow-covered continuous mountains to the east, and after thousands of kilometers on land, huge tracked machinery was rumbling vigorously. "Ha, looks like it’s still not there." The investigator, clad in thick work attire, jumped down from the tracked vehicle and, under powerful floodlights, glanced at the sample the machine had mined from the underground. Inside the vehicle, accompanied by a series of beeping sounds, the minerals detector’s screen dimmed. "Hey, you’ve got a keen eye, kid." The driver also hopped down from the vehicle, standing beside the investigator. He exhaled, his breath forming a thick white fog. "Lithium samples don’t look ," The investigator pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to the driver, lit it with an electric lighter, then took and lit one for himself. He looked up at the resplendent stars in the sky, "The stars are truly beautiful tonight, looks like good weather tomorrow too." "You see it every day," Smoking his cigarette, the driver responded, "No matter how beautiful, it’s always the same." "You’ve only had a few good days, and you’re already ," The investigator glanced at the driver, scoffing, "Two years ago, you were mining in an underground mine. You couldn’t even see the sun, let alone the stars." "Didn’t you mine underground too?" The driver retorted with a smile, "I was ten meters underground, you were fifty meters deep, you probably couldn’t see even a shadow of the sun." "The hell, my life is more important, so of course I had to dig deeper." The investigator laughed, took another puff, and looked up at the dimly glowing snow-covered plain under the night sky. The contours of the mountains intertwined with the shadows of the stars. "Life is gradually getting better." Using his hand to shield his cigarette, the driver followed the investigator’s gaze, watching the surrounding snowfield and stars, remarking with a hint of a smile. The investigator flicked his ash, letting the cool breeze carry it into the snow, then turned his head to look at the driver beside him, "You’ve got the night shift, so you’re off tomorrow? Where are you planning to go? Standby at the mine for a supplemental salary?" "I’m definitely heading back to Rock City," The driver rolled his eyes at the investigator, thick ash drifting from the tip of his cigarette, "I’m not like you without a wife and kids. It all feels the same wherever you are." "Hey, I forgot you were old," the investigator put out his cigarette, "Married men do have it different, huh?" With his hands clasped behind his head, he walked towards the cockpit, "Aren’t you bringing something back for your sister-in-law and the others? That strawberry-flavored steak from Nolanka Group that they launched a couple of days ago is incredibly delicious, I suggest you try it." "Strawberry-flavored steak?" The driver was startled, "What the hell? Can that even taste proper?" "I don’t know about proper, but it tasted good to me," the investigator hopped into the vehicle, sitting in the driver’s seat, his calloused hands resting on the window, "Speaking of which, why not take some strawberries back? I heard that the taste of fresh strawberries comes from hundreds of volatile compounds, with various flavors. It’s definitely not the same as strawberry-flavored cookies or ice cream, the taste is completely different." The driver, climbing into the vehicle, widened his eyes, "Do we have such things in our mining division? Can we afford them?" "Yes, they’re supposedly from some greenhouse technology in Nolanka. The merchant group that came to collect the ores brought some along, they’re a bit pricey but not too much," the investigator pondered, "About a dozen federal coins for a small box, and the taste is really good, your daughter would definitely like it." The driver was a bit taken aback, "I remember a few years ago, I saw near the Mining Group building, a small cake with a couple of fresh strawberries for 48 federal coins, I couldn’t make that much money in two months. Back then, after my wife and I paid off our rent and food, and settled our credit cards, "I’d mine for a whole month and couldn’t save that much." He smiled, "I always thought that only the big bosses at the Mining Group could afford this kind of fruit." Fresh fruits and synthesized foods are completely different. The Federation’s native ingredients are scarce and usually highly priced, and strawberries are both rare and delicate, which makes their price consistently high. "The Mining Group is gone now; nowadays, you save at least a dozen federal coins each day. If you economize, you could save thirty to forty, and that’s just from you, not including your wife who works at the Nolanka factory," the investigator chuckled playfully, "If it’s still selling for 48, you can afford it now." "Times really are changing," the driver grinned slyly, his rough hands grasping the steering wheel, "You’re right, let’s buy some for my daughter to try." He started the vehicle, turning it around while glancing at the investigator beside him, "Aren’t you buying some to try?" "I’ve tried it already," the investigator shrugged, "otherwise how would I know the price?" He looked up again at the tranquil night scene outside the window, "The scenery out here in the wilderness is so beautiful." "The dangers out here in the wilderness are pretty formidable too," the driver’s hands on the steering wheel, "The security personnel cleaned up the exotic beasts around here a while back, that’s why we can safely survey here. If you walked a few steps further, you’d be outside the range of the exploration team’s artillery, then it has nothing to do with the beautiful scenery." "In terms of spoiling the mood, you’re really good at that, old boy," the investigator withdrew his gaze, "Want to go out for some late-night snacks later? Recently, the prices of synthetic flour and synthetic meat have dropped again, and the prices of other foods have dropped as well." "Why have they dropped again?" the driver seemed puzzled, "Hasn’t it dropped several times over the past half year?" "I heard it’s because the food production at Nolanka Group has increased a lot, there’s always a reason," the investigator shrugged, "As long as the price drops, it’s fine." The driver, gently humming a tune, touched the steering wheel. "Hey, what do you think," the investigator turned his head again, glancing at the mountain ridges under the stars, "is out there in the depths of the wilderness?" the driver shook his head, "Exotic beasts? Monsters? Surely there can’t be a divine being protecting us?" "Who can say for sure?" the investigator withdrew his gaze, sitting back in the chair, "Maybe among those mountains, there lies a divine being that has been protecting us all along." The window of the tracked vehicle was slowly raised, and the sound of their conversation gradually dissipated into the quiet night. A pair of cold eyes emerged from the deep darkness. A pure white tiger with luminescent skin slowly walked out from the snowy plains, following the glow of the stars and moon. It stared at the distant tracked vehicle, slowly tensing its body, preparing to sprint. Just then, a few shrill cries emerged from the darkness. Immediately following, a flock of pitch-black crows swiftly flew under the starlight, heading into the distance. The tiger looked up, glancing at the crows that flew across the sky, and then towards the direction they had flown. Suddenly, a shiver ran through its heart, its body involuntarily tensed as if some extremely terrifying entity was awakening within the mountains. Without hesitation, it leapt forward, following the direction of the crows, turning into an illusion as it fled. The shrill sounds echoed in the silent night; the birds and beasts within the mountains seemed to be driven by an invisible pressure, frantically fleeing in all directions. Some unable to escape, not fast enough, instinctively sprawled on the ground, burying their heads in the snow. An invisible, twisted pressure covered several majestic peaks. And in the center of these mountains, in a sunken valley, a towering building covered with snow and seemingly sheared at the top, stood between the valley and the rocks. Thick snow covered the surface of the building. Looking down from above, a massive vertical "wound" spanning the entire building was faintly visible. Many windows of the building were shattered, yet not a hint of greenery was visible, likewise for the surrounding sudden burst of crimson barely visible under the thin snow. Under the brilliance of the stars, this giant building, though only half its original height, still standing at a hundred meters, subtly "shivered". Snow cascaded off the building’s facade like an avalanche. The starlight in the sky seemed twisted by some eerie force, swirling around the edge of the building. In the vertical "wound" shaft running through the entire building, a pair of crimson eyes suddenly opened. The sharp cries echoed through the entire sky and earth, the overlapping crows like black clouds covering the sky as they fled into the distance. Meanwhile, fierce beasts between the surrounding mountains trembled as they sprawled on the ground, burying their entire bodies in the snow. However, the figure within the building could not see any of this. The moment He Ao opened his eyes, what he felt was an endless frenzy and distortion. It was as if the deepest fury of hell constantly filled his heart. Craving souls, craving blood, craving sacrifice, craving slaughter... An unending tide of thoughts nearly overwhelmed his entire mind, leaving him incapable of even a bit of rational thought. His two eyes seemed to be in two different spaces, witnessing entirely distinct scenes. On one side were the dark and dilapidated high-rises, on the other side were hills covered in twisted jungles. The scenes on both sides merged together with those insane thoughts, twisting his mind. He tried closing one eye, but he still saw the "two-eyed sight," as if the scene appeared not through his eyes, but directly in his mind. He clenched his teeth, enduring the assaults of insane thoughts. After a long time, he gradually adapted to some of the impacts and could think with some "sanity" amidst this assault. And staring at these insane wills, he began to slowly regain control of his "body." He first confirmed his current state. His lower body seemed to be in the "shaft" of an old building, countless tentacles extending from beneath him deep into the building, suspending his entire person in midair. Above his lower body was a huge "hollow" that almost covered his entire chest and most of his upper body. In this hollow, numerous tiny buds tried to grow a new body, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t repair the hollowness. Some kind of eerie twisted force was "maintaining" this hollow and through it, to some extent, held back the force of the twisted insane wills, preventing the body from being completely dominated by those wills. These eerie forces formed a sort of "seal" effect, creating a balance inside He Ao’s body. This balance meant that this body wasn’t "taken" by the twisted insane forces, allowing He Ao, as the body’s "owner," to control this body to some degree when he returned to it. Soon, He Ao remembered the source of this "hollow." It was the Projection of the God of Knowledge he had summoned. The attack it launched against him before it left. Is this what true friendship is about? Without that attack, He Ao might not have been able to wrest control of this body from the insane will that seemed to come from the War God. After confirming the general situation of his body, He Ao looked down at the tentacles below him. He soon realized that these "tentacles" weren’t "fixed"; he could still control them like limbs. Nell had no experience in controlling tentacles, but He Ao did. His previous control of Yezola’s body had given him rich experience. He quickly adapted to these tentacles and then calmed his mind, slowly controlling all the tentacles. A huge vibration came from the entire building. At the same time, with the "activation" of the body, enormous and terrifying forces crossed the boundless space-time and poured madly into this body. The buds in the chest cavity began to grow rapidly. He Ao calmed his mind and stopped controlling. The whole world quieted down again, and the hollow in his chest returned to calm. His body had actually merged with the entire building, the dense tentacles filling between the building, and if he made any move, the entire building would collapse. Moreover, as the "activation degree" of his body increased, the power from the War God would also increase, shattering the weak balance inside him, and the crazy will from the War God would also strengthen. However, during the recent process, he discovered something else. He slowly calmed his mind and focused his attention on the hill covered with twisted jungles. Soon, he felt he had established a connection with a massive and vast insane will; under the impact of that terrifying twisted will, strands of "subtle" strength were transmitted across space-time into his body. He could, to some extent, "borrow" the War God’s power. Or perhaps in a certain sense, after the final "Divine Descent" in the Copy World of Rock City, his body had completely assimilated with the War God. He was now the incarnation of the deceased War God in the Copy World, and because the War God had died, as long as he could withstand the contamination of those insane wills, he could inversely borrow the strength of the War God’s real body. An incarnation that could manipulate Divine Power to some extent and possessed its own will. Divine body as my body, Arrogant Person.