Chapter 8 - 8: Dragon's Son

Tasting the hint in the subordinate's words, the team leader pondered for a moment, then gave a cold smile. "Although no memetic contamination was observed, the existence of Abyss Level information itself can cause reality distortion. According to regulations, His information will only be decrypted to a very few key personnel. The vast majority of people have no right to know of His existence…" Sёarᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Seeing the subordinate's disappointed look, the team leader laughed more mockingly. "I know what ideas the people behind you are playing with, and I know how tempting a living, infant, controllable Abyss can be…" Speaking, the team leader leaned forward slightly, his aura like a tangible mountain pressing on the subordinate, pointed his finger at himself, then at him. "But I warn you, small fry like you and me had better stick to professional principles, always stay neutral, and don't get involved in the power struggles between those big countries. The fights on the nine-layered heaven, even a speck of dust could crush us!" With an oppressive gaze fixed on the subordinate, the team leader threatened in a low voice, word by word. "If you want to die yourself, fine, but don't damn well drag me down with you!" The subordinate, who was struggling to breathe, nodded stiffly and quickly promised, "I understand, team leader, I will definitely abide by the work regulations and will never disclose any information to the outside world!" Upon hearing this, the team leader satisfactorily withdrew, changing the subject. "However, pre-archiving is still necessary. After all, those qualified big shots need to fully understand such entities that can threaten world peace. Let's first establish an internal exclusive codename, and once the Supreme Committee approves, we'll synchronize His information to the database…" Saying this, the team leader covered his mouth and pondered for a moment, then murmured to himself. "A new Abyss, according to tradition, we have to give Him a codename first… hmm… since the Abyss was born in that country, let's call Him 'Dragon's Son'!" ......... "Ugh~~~~~~" Lying in bed, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but let out a painful moan, as if every muscle fiber in his body was torn apart, conveying a heart-wrenching ache through his nerves. He couldn't even remember whether he fell asleep or fainted after collapsing in bed yesterday, he only knew that waking up did not improve his condition but only worsened it. How did he manage to make it back home yesterday anyway? Was it pure adrenaline gambling on holding on until he got back inside? With a wry smile amidst the pain, which only made his muscles twitch with more agony, Zhu Haomiao gradually woke from the haze after sleep, recalling everything that happened last night. Right! That mass of darkness! Enduring the searing pain, he propped up his body and looked at his heart, only to see the filthy jacket stained by dried milk tea, which was no surprise. However, even without entering that surreal supernatural sensation from last night, he still clearly sensed a mass of {darkness} nestled deep within his heart, as if it was inherently a part of him! As if guided by some innate animal instinct, without any need for learning, Zhu Haomiao raised his hand and made a gesture of grasping something in the air. A mass of writhing, twisted chaos, embodying all hues, materialized from the ethereal, shifting like a weightless fluid in his palm. Then, the tangible, dense darkness expanded and transformed, manifesting some conceptual, incomprehensible {Transcendent Object} into a form that could be observed and comprehended by humans. Soon, a dark and thick book the size of an A4 paper appeared, floating in Zhu Haomiao's palm. The cover felt like human skin to the touch, yet exuded a metallic sheen. Vaguely, countless streams of colorful lights, thin as mosquitos singing, could be seen condensing from the surrounding air, plunging into the book's cover like moths to a flame, making the entire book appear like a black hole that could swallow even light! [Book of Black] — It is the source of sin and also the long staircase to godhood. Instinctively, Zhu Haomiao knew the name of this book and the significance it held… With the control of his will, the cover of the [Book of Black] opened autonomously, naturally revealing a pure white flyleaf within. [Stay true to oneself, do as one wishes] The message left on the flyleaf was unknown in origin, but it was like a thunderbolt tearing through the confusion in Zhu Haomiao's mind, enlightening him in an instant! "Stay true to oneself, do as one wishes…" "Staying true to oneself comes first, doing as one wishes comes later…" "Control desires, instead of being controlled by desires…" "Regardless of good or evil, I am who I am!" The spiritual light deep in his eyes flickered, and Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully. With a thought, the flyleaf turned, revealing darkened pages within. On the page, a mass of twisting, writhing characters constantly transformed, materializing into various concepts recognizable to Zhu Haomiao. [Soul Strength] [Sanity Value] [Willpower] ... Ultimately, the mass of characters settled into two more precise words — [Dao Heart]! "Release Original Sin, [anger] +30, [Dao Heart] -10" "Subdue uncontrolled Original Sin [anger], Dao Heart +30" The recording text slowly faded away, seemingly alluding to the battle from last night. Afterwards, a mysterious and exquisite pattern surfaced at the center of the page. It was a hexagram composed of two equilateral triangles, with ancient, heavy seal scripts shining at each tip. [Strength], [Body], [Dexterity], [Essence], [Qi], [God]… Complex and intricate ornate patterns and words intermingled, seemingly reflecting some supreme truth of the cosmos' underlying layers. Subsequently, rows of information quietly emerged, combining with the hexagram to form an interface much like a game panel. [Zhu Haomiao] Bloodline: Mortal Rank: Primordial Sin Lifespan: 89 Dao Heart: LV.0 (20/50) [God]: 0.6 [Dexterity]: 0.5 [Strength]: 0.4 [Essence]: 0.3 [Qi]: 0.3 [Body]: 0.4 Looking at this data that resembled an attribute panel, Zhu Haomiao's expression turned oddly grim. Lifespan 89, great! Far exceeds the average lifespan! Rank [Primordial Sin], not quite understandable, needs careful study. As for the six-dimensional attributes… hmm… Though he had no clue what standard these values were categorized under, in any case, uniform decimal points made it rather abstract… He knew he was weak, but didn't anticipate being this weak! If it wasn't for the uncontrolled [Original Sin·Anger] Burst Seed, he would have definitely been overwhelmed by that lunatic last night. However, Burst Seed does not come without a cost… With a sigh, Zhu Haomiao looked intently towards the very bottom of the page, where a line of blood-red text pulsed like a heartbeat, silently warning him. [Extreme Overdraft] There wasn't even a need for its warning, as every cell of Zhu Haomiao's body, every wisp of his soul was fiercely protesting against the brutal overuse from last night.