Chapter 192: It's 'Hei Cang'! 【Thank you, Alliance Leader 'Demon Emperor Dragon Emperor'】

"Hahahaha! Finally coming out! I'm free!"

Just as Tian Dao managed to stabilize the Permanent Magnet Sphere in B4 Prison Zone, a thunderous laugh erupted from nearby.

In the next instant, the reinforced alloy door of B4 Zone 03 Cell exploded outward—shattered by a single, earth-shattering punch. The heavy door crashed to the ground with a deafening screech.

From the wreckage emerged a colossal figure, towering over two meters tall, resembling a living, humanoid mechanized weapon. As he stepped forward, a shrill, piercing alarm tore through the entire B4 zone.

[ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!]

[High-Risk Individual – Heavy Fist – Charliek has breached containment!]

But before the warning could finish, it abruptly cut off—like a voice choked mid-sentence.

"Huh? Why’d the damn alarm cut off?"

Heavy Fist – Charliek scratched his head, his mechanical eye flickering with red, confused light.

"I turned it off."

Tian Dao didn’t even glance over. His voice remained calm—so casually indifferent, it was as if he were commenting on the weather.

Charliek spun around sharply, eyes locking onto Tian Dao’s position. Seeing that the man was still absorbed in stabilizing the massive sphere, seemingly unbothered by him, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. Rows of gleaming metal teeth flashed in the dim light.

"Kid… you did just help me out, big time. But—"

He slowly raised his massive, steam-venting iron fist, his grin twisting into something feral.

"—the way you spoke to me? I really don’t like it. So… think hard. Which part of your body do you wanna sacrifice to make it up to me?"

As Charliek finished speaking, a data panel appeared on screen.

[Name: Charliek (Destruction Fist)]

[Stellar Source: Steam Compression]

[Rank: Upper Third Rank]

[Description: Former underground combat champion of the early Steam Capital. 90% of his body is mechanized. Possesses superhuman combat skills and physical resilience. Severe Quantum Psychosis patient.]

[Quantum Psychosis Symptoms]

1. Blurred Human-Machine Boundary: Excessive mechanical augmentation erodes self-identity, leading to cognitive dissonance.

2. Emotional Detachment: Over-mechanization weakens empathy, resulting in coldness, violence, or antisocial behavior.

3. Reality Perception Distortion: Excessive immersion in Quantum Space causes hallucinations, memory lapses, and an inability to distinguish reality from simulation.

Through Charliek, the Stellar production team introduced the Dimensional Audience to Quantum Psychosis for the first time.

And Tian Dao wasn’t unfamiliar with this condition.

In fact, had it not been for his intervention in Season 1, Kalolin—having left Quantum Space too early—would have developed nearly identical symptoms. The initial phase: Personality Fragmentation.

Even geniuses like Kalolin, dual-star mechanized beings, struggled with Quantum Psychosis. So it made perfect sense that someone like Charliek—90% machine, former champion of the Steam Capital underground arenas—was utterly consumed by it.

He was a full-blown madman.

All reason, all rationality—traits expected of a Stellar Envoy—had vanished. Only raw, unrestrained frenzy remained.

But madmen had their uses.

That was precisely why Tian Dao had deliberately disabled the alarm, giving Charliek the perfect opening to escape.

The unstable Permanent Magnet Sphere needed a tool—someone unpredictable, someone violent—someone who could force it back into balance.

And the moment it stabilized, the upper Steam Branch would never suspect anything.

"Hey, kid! I’m talkin’ to you! You deaf or somethin’?!"

Frustrated by Tian Dao’s silence, Charliek’s voice boomed eight octaves higher. He stomped over, towering over the smaller man, his massive frame casting a shadow.

"Hide-and-seek freak—first I’m takin’ off that mask, then I’ll teach you how to speak to a legend."

"Too high."

Tian Dao suddenly spoke.

Charliek paused, mechanical eye blinking in confusion.

"Too high? What’s too high?"

Then—seconds later—he understood.

"I said… you’re standing too high."

The moment the words left Tian Dao’s lips, an invisible force slammed down on Charliek.

Suddenly, it felt as though an entire mountain had settled onto his back. His mechanical joints groaned under the crushing weight. He gritted his teeth, enduring for just a few seconds—then his knees buckled.

He crashed to one knee, then fully knelt before Tian Dao.

The sheer force of his body caused the reinforced metal floor to dent beneath him.

To emphasize the sheer pressure, the animation glitched—screen distortion erupted around Charliek. Thin, jagged black lines spiderwebbed across the frame, merging with his snarling expression. In stark contrast, Tian Dao’s masked face remained eerily calm.

True strength needed no action—only a single word, and the aura of dominance was absolute.

The Dimensional Audience felt it instantly—that familiar sensation.

The kind of presence where just standing there was enough to declare you a master.

They’d only felt it before—on the original Tian Dao, and on Doctor.

Could it be…?

[Permanent Magnet Prison, B4 Zone]

"…No way…"

Charliek strained against the ground, head forced down, his electronic eyes flashing violently red.

Even after years of imprisonment—his mechanized systems mostly dormant, his power reduced to a fraction—he was still a Third Rank Stellar Envoy.

Even at half-strength, his mechanical enhancements should’ve been enough to crush most Third Rank opponents.

And yet—this kid had made him kneel with a single sentence?

Who the hell was this guy?!

No… he had to get up.

With that thought, the dormant mechanized engine within Charliek roared to life.

One by one, his dormant systems flickered back online. Power surged through his limbs.

As strength returned, his expression twisted into a snarl of fury.

Slowly, painfully, he broke free from Tian Dao’s Gravity Field—and rose to his feet.

Now standing again, facing Tian Dao still beside the sphere, Charliek felt in control once more.

"Kid, I—"

His words died in his throat.

A sphere of black energy hovered just above his forehead—pulsing with lethal intent.

From it, he felt the unmistakable whisper of death.

On the screen, the Dimensional Audience erupted.

They knew that energy.

They’d seen it before.

Tian Dao’s signature Stellar Energy Technique—Black Azure.

‘!! Hei Cang! It’s Tian Dao’s Hei Cang!’

‘OMG, nostalgia overload! Who can survive this?!’

‘Charliek: just stood up, gets blasted in the face? What kind of script is this, director?!’

And then, Tian Dao’s voice—raw, unmasked, no disguise—echoed from behind the mask.

"Did I say you could stand up?"

(End of Chapter)

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