115: Does it hurt? If it hurts, that's good.

The knife went deep.

It left no room for error, directly piercing his heart, with the tip emerging from his back.

Chen Mo could feel the cold metal rubbing against his heart muscle.

He could even feel the pumped blood being blocked by the blade, then violently searching for a new exit.

"Cough..."

He opened his mouth, and what came out was not just blood.

There was also a large amount of viscous, black code.

The code was like living insects, dripping down his chin and corroding charred pits into the floor.

"Ugh... Ah!!"

A few meters away.

The black-eyed monster, which originally possessed a "Perfect Divinity," was now kneeling on the ground, clutching its chest tightly.

Its expression was extremely distorted.

Its features were squeezed together, and cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.

It was clearly not injured.

Its chest was smooth as new, without even a red mark.

But it was screaming.

It was a heart-wrenching scream, more miserable than Chen Mo, who had actually taken the knife.

"It hurts... so much..."

The monster writhed on the ground, its fingers digging into the floor, carving ten deep grooves into the hard alloy surface.

"Why... does it hurt so much..."

It felt fear.

It felt pain.

It felt reverence for death.

This was the "gift" Chen Mo gave it.

"It seems... the synchronization rate... is indeed very high."

Chen Mo did not pull out the knife.

Instead, he gripped the hilt and twisted it in his chest cavity.

Pfft.

This self-abusive act was met with an even more agonizing shriek from the monster.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

Arthur went mad.

He lunged at the control panel, his fingers blurring on the virtual keyboard, trying to cut off this damned connection.

The screen was full of red error pop-ups.

[Warning: Core Source Data Damaged]

[Warning: Synchronization Target Logic Collapse]

[Warning: System Unable to Determine Uniqueness]

"Determine my ass."

Chen Mo staggered towards the monster convulsing on the ground.

With every step, the floor beneath his feet turned into a puddle of black sludge.

This was a sign that the entire virtual world was collapsing.

"You gave it my body data, you gave it my combat experience."

Chen Mo walked up to the monster and squatted down.

His vision began to blur, and his health was returning to zero.

But he smiled happily.

"But you forgot to give it the most important thing."

The monster looked up, its eyes, once as cold and indifferent as a god's, were now filled with pleading.

It was a plea to the strong.

"Save... save me..."

"Endure."

Chen Mo reached out his blood-soaked hand and gently patted the monster's cheek.

His movements were as gentle as comforting a startled puppy.

"Does it hurt? Good, it should."

"I've lived for over twenty years, soaking in this pain every single second."

"You want to be Chen Mo?"

Chen Mo suddenly grabbed the monster's collar and brought his face close.

Two identical faces, less than five centimeters apart.

One pale, insane, with a destructive viciousness.

One terrified, distorted, streaming with tears and snot.

"If you can't even stand this much pain, what kind of Chen Mo are you going to be!"

Boom!

The black aura around Chen Mo completely erupted.

The broken blade stuck in his chest suddenly transformed into liquid black light, drilling into his body, then flowing madly along his arm into the monster's body.

Devouring.

This was not simple slaughter.

This was the forced reclamation of a branch by its source.

"No!! That's mine!!"

Arthur roared in despair, trying to rush over and stop it.

But it was too late.

The monster let out a final, inhuman shriek, and its body shriveled instantly like a punctured balloon.

Countless data streams flowed back along Chen Mo's arm.

Strength.

Speed.

And all the optimized logic code contained within that "Perfect Body."

Chen Mo felt the wound in his chest healing.

Not the growth of flesh and blood.

But data reorganization.

The monster's "life" filled the hole made by his knife.

"Hoo..."

Chen Mo let go.

Only an empty set of clothes remained on the ground.

That "Perfect Divinity" was utterly gone.

"What... what did you do..."

Arthur slumped to the ground, his face ashen.

His "God-Making Project," meticulously planned for three years, was ruined. In this instant, it was completely devoured by a madman who played by no rules, using the most primitive and barbaric method.

In this instant, it was completely devoured by a madman who played by no rules, using the most primitive and barbaric method.

"Just a system update."

Chen Mo stood up and stretched his neck.

The feeling of weakness disappeared.

In its place was an unprecedented sense of control.

He looked at his hands.

His neural responses, which were always a bit sluggish, were now astonishingly fast.

The flow of the surrounding world slowed down in his eyes.

The fluttering of clothes in the wind, the frequency of aurora changes in the distance, even the minute details of Arthur's pupils contracting.

Everything became readable data.

"0.3 seconds?"

Chen Mo looked at Arthur, a sneer playing on his lips.

"Now, it's 0 seconds."

Swish!

Only an afterimage remained in place.

Arthur didn't even see how Chen Mo moved.

The next moment, a cold hand had already gripped his neck, lifting him entirely into the air.

The edge of the terrace was a bottomless abyss.

Below was an endless turbulent data stream.

"Let... let go..."

Arthur clutched Chen Mo's wrist, his feet flailing.

He was the creator of this world, the god here.

But in the face of absolute violence, in this area where Chen Mo had tampered with the underlying logic, he was no different from an ordinary old man.

"You like playing with data, don't you?"

Chen Mo lifted him to the edge of the cliff, making him look at the swirling black abyss below.

"How many people's brains are buried in here?"

"How many people did you kill in the Black Tower these past three years?"

"That's not important!"

Arthur's face was beet red, and he squeezed out the words with difficulty.

"This is... evolution! The human body is too fragile! Only consciousness upload... can achieve immortality!"

"Chen! Your current state is proof!"

"You've merged with that data entity! You are now a demigod!"

"We can cooperate! I can give you the entire Black Tower's permissions!"

"We can create a new world!"

Chen Mo listened to these grand words, his expression unfazed.

He just found it noisy.

"A new world?"

Chen Mo picked at his ear with his other hand.

"I stopped liking these cliché villain lines in junior high."

He tightened his fingers.

Crack, crack.

Arthur's neck bones made a brittle sound under the unbearable pressure.

"Besides, I'm a germaphobe."

Chen Mo looked at Arthur's face, flushed from asphyxiation.

"I don't like cooperating with dead people."

"Especially... dead people without brains."

"No! You can't kill me!"

Arthur felt true killing intent, and he struggled madly, his eyes full of fear.

"I'm the administrator! If I die, the entire Black Tower will be formatted!"

"Su Qingxue! That female agent! They're still downstairs!"

"If you kill me, they'll never get out! They'll become permanent vegetative states!"

Chen Mo's hand paused.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Arthur's eyes.

Sure enough, as long as they were human, they had weaknesses.

"That's right, Chen, we can talk..."

"Talk to my ass."

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