《Single Life Survival Level Up: Anti-Skinny Revenge》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Bima didn't blink. He stared at the boiling water in the pot, which surged in rhythm with his heart, now racing like a jet engine. "One nameless pack," he muttered, his voice hoarse, echoing in the empty space that now felt colder than usual. His hand reached out, his fingers still bearing burn scars from the Svalbard laboratory, touched the surface of the plain packaging. Cold. The packaging felt as frigid as ice frozen in the depths of the earth. Without hesitation, he tore the package open. There was none of the usual plastic crinkle he was used to only a faint chime, like the friction of thin metal. The contents were not standard yellow noodles. Inside, the noodles were pale white, nearly transparent, with a texture that looked like strands of compacted fiber-optic cable. "This isn't wheat," Bima whispered, his eyes narrowing as he sa

Bima didn't have time to answer the warning before his body was hurled out of the collapsing dimensional rift, landing hard on the cracked asphalt. Riska and Lia fell in a heap beside him, coughing as they inhaled the air of the outside world, which now felt much thinner and reeked of burning metal. "Bima... what was that?" Lia stood up, trembling, pointing toward a sky that was now shattered like glass struck by a giant's hammer. Beyond the cracks, there was no blue or clouds, only a swirling vortex of violet data spinning wildly, sucking dust particles from the surrounding buildings. Bima stood up, feeling his muscles scream, but his eyes were locked on the thousands of people still standing motionless on the streets. They were no longer staring blankly. Their eyes now emitted a faint, unstable blue light, flickering just like the indicator lamp of a dying machine. 

"Don't stare at them too long," Kael hissed, his rough fingers gripping Bima’s shoulder until his bones felt like they were creaking. "If you let your perception get caught in the pattern of those fingers, they’ll start counting your heartbeat as part of their structural grid." Bima took a deep breath, forcing his eyes away from the horrific sight above. Thousands of giant mechanical fingers began to shift, creating a grinding sound of metal so piercing that the ground beneath their feet shook violently. "One hand for every district," Riska muttered, her face pale behind the glow of her tablet, which now showed only static lines. "Bima, if they close those fingers simultaneously, this city will be pulverized into dust in seconds." Bima stared at the hands. They weren't just moving randomly; there was a rhythm behind the steel, a pattern hauntingly familiar to his ears. "It’s not ran

Bima didn't pull his hand away. He let the giant, transparent metallic fingers almost touch his skin, which now glowed with a golden light. "You want to know how it tastes?" Bima whispered. His voice no longer sounded like a normal human, there was a golden echo vibrating in every consonant. He didn't eat the noodles himself, instead, he tipped the pot, letting the steaming golden broth drip directly onto the cold, empty palm of Core Prime’s metallic hand. Sizzz! The giant hand trembled violently as the broth touched its surface. It wasn't a burn, but a terrifying transformation for the digital entity. The transparent metal began to change color, red, yellow, and green, the colors of spices that should have meant nothing to a machine. "Data... not... logical..." Core Prime’s voice was

"Don't look directly at that shadow!" Bima barked, grabbing Lia and Riska by their shoulders, dragging them away from the window just as the glass wall of the living room shattered into pieces. The drastic change in atmospheric pressure made the air in the room feel like a vacuum. Bima pressed the emergency button on the kitchen table, triggering the soundproof and frequency-shielded steel panels to seal all the doors and windows of their house. "Kevin, where is the electromagnetic jamming backup that Antonius built?" Bima yelled over the noise of the house alarm clashing with the deafening thuds from the city sky. Kevin ran from the storage room, carrying a heavy metal box that emitted a dim blue light. "This is the last one! If this fails, our system will be completely locked by the Core Prime protocol!" Kevin roared, his hands still trembling from the residual virus effect as