It’s 3 a.m. on May 3, 2097.
Yin Le lowered his head again, looked at the exquisite women's watch on his wrist, and confirmed the time.
The perfectly soundproof living area on the lower deck is quiet and quiet. In the small living room between the rooms, the main light has not been turned on. The orange night light is on, intertwined with the soft light of the projection work area, illuminating the corners and floor. There is also the outline of the human body on the sofa that remains seated but has been sleeping for a long time...or it can be said to be an empty shell.
In the past ten hours or so, except for the adjustment of lighting, almost nothing has changed in this area.
Compared with the material level, the perception results on the spiritual level are completely opposite, especially the shock coming from the Blood Soul Temple in the Abyss District, which is almost the same time as Ronan's "sleep" and has never stopped from the beginning.
There are still several sections where the vibrations and transformations are so intense that it looks like it will disintegrate in the next moment, almost knocking Yin Le's heart out of his chest, with palpitations, anxiety and fear accompanying him like a shadow. Even so, she still had to stay calm and try to appease the uninformed senior leaders within the sect to prevent them from doing stupid things.
Well, in fact, her so-called "knowledge" is only half-hearted, and she can only wait passively on the yacht.
A few minutes ago, the Blood Soul Temple in Yuan District had just gone through a fierce period, and now its operation momentum was very gentle. Yin Le also breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and focused on looking at the psychic picture that had been displayed on the projection work area for a long time.
Perhaps it was an illusion caused by long-term observation, but she always felt that this picture of a tornado on the sea had a strange sense of strangeness, as if after looking at a word for a long time, she suddenly didn't recognize it.
At this time, the sound of electricity sounded in the built-in earphones, and the captain of the yacht took the initiative to contact her: "Manager Yin, there is a situation. The hull suddenly became heavy."
Yin Le didn't understand at first: "What did you say?"
"The draft of the hull is increasing, as if ten tons of cargo were thrown onto it. It has already exceeded the design draft, but it is still continuing... It is not far from the upper limit of the structure's draft. We may be on the hook!"
The captain had just retired from the army, and his words were already full of gangsterism. In fact, there was also the sound of gun triggering, and it was obvious that the crew area was already tense.
Yin Le was also worried, but the situation she faced was much more complicated than the captain's. How could she make a decision easily?
Just when his scalp was aching, there was a slight sound coming from the other side of the sofa, which seemed to be a "hmm" sound from Ronan's nostrils. Yin Le couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that Ronan had woken up. His eyelids were moving and opened a little, but they were not fully raised yet. It was like waking up after a long sleep, and half of his consciousness was still in a dream.
Yin Le was stunned, and ecstasy suddenly surged in his heart.
At this moment, the hull of the ship shook slightly, and a coughing roar at the stern of the ship could be heard in the originally well-insulated living area. The speed of the yacht Ray, which was cruising on the lake, dropped sharply. People like Yin Le, who had a keen sense, even felt an obvious sinking sensation.
Apparently, the situation reported by the captain was continuing to worsen.
It was also at this time that Ronan opened his eyes.
Yin Le noticed that the color of Ronan's pupils was a bit strange, with a layer of gray at first and a dark red background. But as the eyelids blinked, these variegated colors were quickly peeled off, replaced by a bright and dancing light, which seemed to be brighter than the indoor light source, so that the projection work area became dark... Huh?
"gentlemen!"
Yin Le subconsciously felt something was wrong and said hello over there. Ronan on the sofa obviously heard it and turned around. However, as he moved, the air in the small living room made a "collapse" sound, as if the ropes were overwhelmed and collapsed.
At this moment, Yin Le seemed to have been pushed hard by someone. He staggered back and fell onto the steps coming in. And she was obviously lucky, because right in front of her, the sofa set carrying Ronan collapsed directly, and the surrounding coffee tables and even the bar further away were twisted and deformed, as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, even the bottom part. The decks collapsed.
But even under such a turn of events, Ronan still maintained a relaxed sitting posture, even though there were already disintegrated waste materials under his body and a hole that reached the bottom of the cabin.
Ronan's state is indeed relaxed. It is clear that there is some invisible force carrying him. It doesn't look like he was attacked... So might it be more appropriate to call him the instigator?
"Manager Yin, Manager Yin!"
The captain shouted loudly, obviously discovering the change in the living area. Yin Le just sat down on the steps, unable to understand the current situation, and it was difficult to respond.
Ronan, who was sitting calmly, had time to move the workspace in front of him - 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: "Take care of it."
While he was speaking, a hole opened in the bulkhead behind Ronan due to the distortion of the wooden and steel plates. He shrugged his shoulders and moved back, still carrying the flickering virtual workspace, penetrating the side of the yacht. , sank downwards, and soon submerged into the depths of the lake.
Yin Le stood up and took a few steps to the damaged side. He stared at the cracks in the twisted steel plate in a daze. After a few seconds, he remembered to reply to the captain and asked him to send the crew over to start the miserable comprehensive overhaul process.
It was night and there was heavy fog on Beishan Lake. The aberrant population in the surrounding area was clearly restless, and the sounds of wind, water, and howling were continuous. The people on the entire yacht lived in fear and confusion in the thick fog.
As for the "initiator" Ronan, he walked slowly underwater, going deeper and deeper.
Beishan Lake is essentially a barrier lake, with the deepest point exceeding two hundred meters. There are a large number of relics of urban buildings before the Third World War at the bottom of the lake. At this time, they have become the nests of various underwater creatures and even aberrations.
It is said that the Sakamoto City government has been trying to explore and excavation, and also wants to build a lake bottom memorial or something. But with the arrival of Ronan tonight, the ruins of the buildings at the bottom of the lake are really in bad luck.
The invisible pressure comes from the originally unrelated time and space. Just because of Ronan's existence, some structures interfered with the local time and space, causing fine vibrations. Moreover, there is still a large amount of "undigested gambling money" flowing in this external space-time structure, which adds to the intensity and weight of the intervention.
These "gambling funds" come from the huge gamble that cost one's fortune and life in the altar frame built by the magic talisman. The participants in the bet were Gong Qi, Mrs. Halder, and Ruiwen, who finally intervened.
The banker who presided over the gambling game was undoubtedly Ronan.
However, he has completely lost his impartial stance, and together with the magic talisman that built the framework, he bet thousands of dollars without any shirt, and his only opponent, Gong Qi, was trapped in a trap. Under the circumstances that Gong Qi was unable to destroy or even see through the essence of this gamble, the final result was in line with the logic it should have.
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 flaw and fatality of their side. All Gong Qi's struggles did not deviate from Ronan's advance plan. This is undoubtedly the foundation of half a year of planning and configuration knowledge system. It is a massive and efficient accumulation of time, in exchange for instant explosive results.
Faced with such a result, Ronan's rationality was able to analyze and explain it, but at certain times, it was inevitable that he would feel a sense of soaring ambition.
It turns out that I can do so much and do so well!
It turns out that the power I can mobilize is so powerful!
Ronan stopped at a high point somewhere under the dark water. This should have been a high-end office building before the Third World War. It might have been a landmark building back then. The construction quality was surprisingly good and it had withstood the floods and mudslides decades ago. It has also withstood the water pressure and distortion of the abnormality over the years.
Ronan stood on the outer edge of the roof, opened his arms and took a deep breath. He is controlling his emotions and enjoying the achievement of this moment.
There is no environment for him to survive normally at the bottom of the lake, but the alien space-time structure that is realizing interference is Ronan's strongest guarantee.
There, Gong Qi lost everything he had, his extraordinary spiritual structure and tremendous energy, and became Mrs. Halder's further qualifications... and far beyond.
Ruiwen took away Gong Qi's vitality and was supposed to get a big share. However, she seemed to have reached a certain bottleneck and did not take too much. In addition, the magic talisman guide diverted part of it as a spider web. The operating costs and future reserves of the altar; each of the three Blood Soul Temples will share some, and the built-in puppets and related believers will all share the profits.
But just like that, it’s still not finished.
The rest was stored in Ronan's place, allowing his soul power to skyrocket again.
Previously, every explosive growth of Ronan's soul power was accompanied by a near-fatal risk of physical and spiritual imbalance. But this time, the risk did not come as expected. Because there is a solid and efficient "water conservancy project" between his still severely imbalanced physical and spiritual structure - it may be called the "Roche Domain".
The destructively expanding soul power, as well as a large amount of "gambling money" that has not yet been digested, together with the configuration fragments that are constantly mobilized and combined, gradually penetrate into the precise space-time structure to undergo deeper transformation.
From the sky-shattering flood peak to a steady stream of electricity, everything seems to be natural and smooth.
Ronan understood that the most critical factor was the configuration theory that he gradually mastered. This knowledge system, which is obviously higher than the current level of the earth, is quickly consolidating the foundation for his existence in the world.
This is a good start, and it's just the beginning.
In the virtual workspace ahead, the psychic diagram continued to flash.
Ronan's gaze fell on the seaspout that originally belonged to Gong Qi. As he watched, its detailed line and shadow structure continued to change. In the process, the previously fluttering mood continued to settle and gradually returned to calm as the outline of the details changed.
It’s time to enter.
From a "pseudo-detached" framer to a real participant. Because at this moment, he has the ability to stand on a foothold with other "seaspouts".
As mentioned before, everything has just begun.
