Chapter 206: The Setup Targeting the Dimensional Audience 【Monthly Ticket Bonus】

“Ah!!!”

Not long after Tian Dao finished speaking, a blood-curdling scream erupted from Vivian inside the Steam Furnace.

Though her exposed skin showed no visible wounds, her face had turned deathly pale. Her expression twisted in agony, her body convulsing violently—uncontrollable, wracked with torment.

This was not physical pain.

It was soul-deep—burning, tearing, remaking her from within.

At this moment, Vivian felt as though every nerve in her being had been amplified ten thousand times over, then pierced through with fingers of fire—brutal, merciless torture.

And yet, she could not pass out.

Due to the nature of her soul, even if her body attempted to shut down through self-preservation, her consciousness remained fully awake—forced to endure an endless punishment.

Inside the Steam Furnace, Vivian stared, wide-eyed, at the figure standing silently beyond the barrier.

She wanted to say something—anything—but the agony had drained every ounce of strength from her. She couldn’t even lift her eyelids, let alone speak.

And in that moment, even the most devoted fans of Tian Dao began to question.

After all, they were living in peace, watching the story unfold from an omniscient perspective.

Most of them held pure, black-and-white moral views, judging every character through the lens of Will—not based on personality, but on inherent stance.

“I always knew Tian Dao was ruthless, never caring for anyone’s feelings… but is this really necessary?”

“Vivian looks so broken…”

“Oh no… why does Tian Dao’s character feel like it’s falling apart?”

“Wait—didn’t you all forget what Tian Dao said to Dannika earlier? He’s not hurting her—he’s helping her!”

“Just because there’s a reason doesn’t mean you can torture someone like this. Is the pain fake? Does she look like she’s being saved?”

“I still believe in Tian Dao. After all, he once risked himself just to achieve a Perfection ending!”

The raw suffering of Vivian, coupled with Tian Dao’s cold detachment, began to fracture the once-unified flood of “Tian Dao-sama” in the comments.

More and more doubts, more and more pity began to creep in.

After all, to feel for the innocent and the weak—this was the most basic, fundamental kindness any moral person possessed.

But Tian Dao never once responded to the commentary.

He didn’t need to.

He wanted the Dimensional Audience to discover the truth on their own—to understand it, and ultimately, to apologize.

Because the deeper the misunderstanding, the greater the emotional damage caused by it.

The more profound the guilt afterward, the more desperate they would become to make up for it.

They would go to any length, use every means possible, to give Tian Dao more attention, more fame—driven by the need to redeem themselves.

In a way, then, Tian Dao’s “Above the Heavens” was not just a scheme to boost Chen Kong’s popularity—it was also a trap designed specifically for the Dimensional Audience.

On the path of “beautiful, powerful, tragic”—Tian Dao had long surpassed every other Stellar Prodigy.

He knew exactly how to craft unbearable sorrow in the hearts of the audience—without ever suffering himself.

Children choose.

But Tian Dao, grown and mature, wanted everything.

And just as Vivian screamed, a soul-shattering cry from the depths of her being—Chen Kong, who had just stepped into this Quantum Space, suddenly snapped his head up, eyes locking onto the source of the sound.

But before he could pinpoint her location…

A violent ripple tore through the air around them.

“Watch out! It’s a Quantum Translocation Storm!”

Lias, Captain of Steam Branch’s Second Squad, roared, his mechanical eye flashing frantically through streams of data.

“Grab your Quantum Beacons—drop one, and you’ll vanish forever in the Data Surge, not even a speck of ash left!”

Before he could finish, a tsunami of data slammed into them.

In the shallow-green torrent, Chen Kong clenched his blade-shaped totem with instinctive resolve.

He wanted to help—but against this overwhelming force, he could only watch helplessly as his companions were swept away like leaves, disappearing in an instant from sight.

And then—so did he.

The Data Surge swallowed him whole.

On the other side of Quantum Space, within a unique chamber replicating the old Yujin Base Training Ground, Chen Xing sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, eyes closed, meditating.

Behind her loomed a massive quantum screen.

It displayed the real-time positions of all ten team captains and deputies who had entered Quantum Space—along with their basic Stellar Energy Values and corresponding power rankings.

The strongest among them? Yazuka—the so-called “Mechanical Mad Bone,” Captain of Steam Branch’s First Squad.

Name: Yazuka

Rank: Captain, First Squad, Steam Branch

Stellar Energy Value: 9,870

Rank: Third Rank, Upper Tier

As a swirling rift of green and black Quantum Space split open above the training arena, a massive man crashed down from the ceiling with a heavy clang, landing hard on the Kong floor just a few meters from Chen Xing.

Yazuka rose to his feet, brushing dust off his moon-white captain’s robe.

Then, his single exposed eye—uncovered by his metal eye patch—locked onto the high ponytail woman in the center.

“Huh? Yao Dao from the Liyang Family… what are you doing here?”

Chen Xing slowly opened her eyes.

Her crimson pupils glowed faintly in the dim light.

She stood up, the Yao Dao at her waist clicking softly against her hip.

“Two choices,” she said, voice calm, cold. “Defeat me… or die here.”

Yazuka blinked—then his lone eye flared with sudden, wild excitement.

“Ah… so you’re one of Tian Dao’s allies?” He grinned, a jagged, feral smile. “Now this is exactly what I’ve been waiting for!”

Swish!

He drew his rust-covered, crumbling blade—on the verge of breaking at any moment.

Then, with a sharp tug, he tore off his robe, revealing his bare chest.

Beneath his black combat suit, his Power Core pulsed with energy so intense it warped the air, making the Kong gas feel scorching hot.

“Hahaha! Come on—let’s fight! I’ve wanted to do this for years, but Liam old fool kept saying it wasn’t proper hospitality! Said I couldn’t be so rude! It’s been killing me!”

He laughed, wild and unbridled.

“But now you asked for it! Even if Liam finds out—he can’t say a word! Hahaha!”

Gazing at the scars crisscrossing Yazuka’s skin, feeling the raw, unfiltered hunger for battle—unburdened by morality, justice, or ethics—Chen Xing smiled.

For the first time in a long while.

She liked this feeling.

Not for justice. Not for ideals. Just for the sheer, twisted joy of combat.

This pure, insane craving for bloodshed—the kind that echoed deep within her own soul.

And so, she had summoned Yazuka here.

Not for war.

But to play.

After all, rare as they were, fun toys like this were hard to come by.

(End of Chapter)

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