May 3, 2097 at 3 a.m.

Yin Le looked down again at the delicate women's watch on his wrist and determined the time.

The living area on the lower deck, which is perfectly soundproofed, is quiet and silent, and the main light in the small living room between the living rooms has not been turned on, but the orange night light is on, intertwined with the soft light of the projection work area, illuminating the silhouette of the human body in the corners, the floor, and the sofa that has been sitting for a long time...... Or empty shells.

Over the past 10 hours or so, the area has seen little change except for the lighting adjustments.

Compared to the material level, the perception results of the spiritual level are diametrically opposed, especially the shock from the Blood Soul Temple in the Yuan District, which is almost the same as the time of Ronan's "sleep", and has not stopped from the beginning.

There are also several intervals, the shock is so fierce that it looks like it is about to disintegrate in the next moment, almost turning Yin Le's heart out of his chest, throbbing, anxiety and fear, like a shadow. Even so, she had to keep her composure, trying to appease the unwitting high-ups within the Order and prevent them from doing stupid things.

Well, in fact, her so-called "informed" is only half-tone, and at the moment she can only passively wait on the yacht.

A few minutes ago, the Blood Soul Temple in the Yuan District had just passed through a fierce range, and now the momentum of operation was very smooth, Yin Le also breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, and divided his mind to look at the long-term psychic diagram on the projection work area.

Perhaps it was the illusion caused by a long period of observation, but she always felt that this picture of a tornado at sea had a strange strangeness, as if she didn't recognize it after reading a word for a long time.

At this time, the sound of electricity sounded in the built-in headphones, and the captain of the yacht took the initiative to contact her: "Manager Yin, there is a situation." The hull suddenly became heavier. ”

Yin Le didn't understand for the first time: "What did you say?" ”

"The hull draft is increasing, like smashing ten tons of cargo, which has exceeded the design draft at the moment, but it is still ...... It is also not far from the upper limit of the structural draft. We may be on the way! ”

The captain had just retired from the army, and his speech was already tinged with a gangster, and in fact the sound of a bolt was also heard over there, and it was obvious that the crew quarters were already nervous.

Yin Le's heart was also tight, but the situation she was facing was much more complicated than the captain's consideration, how could she make a decision easily?

Just as his scalp was aching, there was a slight sound from the other side of the sofa, and it seemed that Ronan had an "um" sound in his nostrils. Yin Le couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that Ronan woke up, his eyelids were moving, and a slit was opened, but he hadn't fully lifted it, just like waking up after a long sleep, and half of his consciousness was still in a dream.

Yin Le was stunned, and his heart suddenly swelled with ecstasy.

At this moment, the hull of the ship shook slightly, and the coughing roar of the stern could be heard in the living area, which was originally well-insulated. The yacht Ray was cruising on the lake, and its speed plummeted, and someone like Yin Le who was sensitive even had an obvious sense of sinking.

Apparently, the situation reported by the captain is continuing to deteriorate.

It was also at this time that Ronan opened his eyes.

Yin Le noticed that the color of Ronan's pupils was a little strange, first a layer of gray and then a dark red background. But as the eyelids blinked, the noise quickly peeled off and was replaced by a vibrant glow that seemed brighter than the light source in the room, so much so that the projection workspace was darkened...... Not?

"Sir!"

Yin Le subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and greeted that side. Ronan on the couch apparently heard and turned his face. However, with his movements, the air in the small living room made a "collapse" sound, as if the ropes of the strangles were overwhelmed and broke together.

At this moment, Yin Le seemed to be pushed head-on, staggered back, and fell onto the steps that came in. And she was obviously lucky, because right in front of her, the sofa group carrying Ronan directly shattered, and the coffee table around it and even the bar in the distance were twisted and deformed, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and even the deck at the bottom collapsed.

But in the midst of this change, Ronan remained in a relaxed sitting position, even though there were already crumbling scraps and cavities up to the bilge.

Ronan's state is indeed relaxed, and it is clear that there is some invisible force carrying him, not like he was attacked...... So is it more appropriate to call him the initiator?

"Manager Yin, Manager Yin!"

The captain shouted loudly, obviously discovering the change in the living quarters, Yin Le just sat down on the steps, unable to understand the current situation, and it was difficult to respond.

Ronan sat calmly, and moved the work area in front of him for a moment - this virtual projection was probably the only thing that remained unchanged except for him.

Then he turned his face again and smiled at Yin Le who was not far away: "Clean it up." ”

As he spoke, the bulkhead behind Ronan burst open in the twisting of the planks and steel plates, and he shrugged his shoulders, his body floating backwards, still with a virtual workspace that shimmered with light, penetrated the side of the yacht, sank downward, and soon sank into the depths of the lake.

Yin Le got up, took a few steps to the broken sideboard, looked at the crack of the twisted steel plate in a daze, and only after a few seconds did he remember to reply to the captain and ask him to send the crew over and start the sad overhaul process.

It was night, and there was a heavy fog on Beishan Lake. The distorted populations in the surrounding area were clearly restless, the sound of the wind, the sound of the water, and the howls were endless, and the people on the entire yacht were frightened and confused in the thick fog.

As for Ronan, the "initiator", he walked slowly underwater, getting deeper and deeper.

Beishan Lake is essentially a dammed lake, with a maximum depth of more than 200 meters, and the bottom of the lake has a large number of remnants of pre-World War III city buildings, all of which have become a nest for all kinds of underwater creatures and even aberrants.

It is said that the Hanjo City Government has been trying to explore excavations, and they also want to build a memorial to the bottom of the lake. It's just that with the arrival of Ronan tonight, the remains of buildings at the bottom of the lake are really unlucky.

The invisible pressure comes from the originally untouched space-time, but because of Ronan's existence, part of the structure interferes with the local space-time, causing fine shocks. Moreover, in this part of the external space-time structure, there is still a large amount of "undigested gambling money", which adds to the intensity and weight of interference.

These "gambling funds" come from the gamble that sacrificed one's life in the framework of the altar built by the magic talisman. The gamblers were Gong Qi, Mrs. Halder, and Raven, who intervened last.

The dealer who presided over the gambling game was undoubtedly Ronan.

It's just that he has completely lost his impartial position, and together with the magic talisman that built the framework, he bet thousands shirtlessly, and put the only opponent Gong Qi to death. In the case that Gong Qi was powerless to destroy and didn't even see through the essence of this gamble, the final result was in line with its proper logic.

The only surprise was that the course of events was much easier than expected.

From beginning to end, Gong Qi's counterattack failed to really touch the flaws and fatalities on their side, and all of Gong Qi's struggles did not deviate from Ronan's early plan. This is undoubtedly the foundation laid by the half-year-long planning and configuration knowledge system, and it is an instant explosive result obtained in exchange for a large amount of efficient time accumulation.

In the face of such a result, Ronan's reason can analyze and explain, but in some periods, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of flying spirit.

It turns out that I was able to do so much and do so well!

It turned out that the power I was able to mobilize was so powerful!

Ronan stopped at a high point in the dark waters, a high-end office building from before World War III, perhaps a landmark of the year, with surprisingly good quality, resisting the flood peaks and mudslides of decades ago, and resisting the water pressure and distortion of the years ago.

Ronan stood on the edge of the roof, arms outstretched, and breathed deeply. He's controlling his emotions, and he's enjoying the moment.

The bottom of the lake did not give him a normal environment to live in, but the structure of different time and space that was interfering with was Ronan's strongest guarantee.

There, Gong Qi lost all of his transcendental-level spirit structure and magnificent energy, and became a further asset for Lady Halder...... And far more.

Ruiwen ticked off Gong Qi's vitality, and it stands to reason that she wants to get a large share, but she seems to have reached a certain bottleneck and has not taken too much; In addition to this, the Talisman Guide diverted a portion of it as a running cost and future reserve for the Cobweb Altar; Each of the three Blood Soul Temples shares some, and the built-in puppets and related believers all share in the profits.

But just like that, it's still not finished.

The rest was stored here by Ronan, making his soul power skyrocket again.

Previously, every explosive increase in Ronan's soul power was accompanied by a near-fatal risk of imbalance in the form and spirit. But this time, the risk did not come as expected. Because between the structures that are still seriously unbalanced, a sturdy and efficient "water conservancy project" has emerged - perhaps it can be called "Roche Domain".

The devastating expansion of soul power, as well as a large amount of undigested "gambling money", together with the configuration fragments that are constantly mobilizing combinations, infiltrate into the precise space-time structure point by point for deeper transformation.

From the torrential peak, to the continuous flow of electricity, everything is obviously natural and smooth.

Ronan understands that the most crucial factor in this is the formation theory that he has gradually mastered. This body of knowledge, which is clearly higher than the current level of the earth, is rapidly consolidating the foundation of his existence.

It's a good start, and it's just the beginning.

In the virtual workspace ahead, the psychic map is constantly flashing.

Ronan's gaze fell on the seaspout that originally belonged to Gong Qi, and as he gazed, the structure of the lines and shadows of its details continued to change. In the process, the previous fluttering mood also continued to precipitate with the change of the details, and gradually returned to calm.

It's time to enter.

From a "pseudo-detached" framer, to a real participant. Because at this moment, he has the ability to stand up to the rest of the "seaspouts".

As mentioned earlier, it's just getting started.