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A rusty brass lock hung on the iron door to the basement, with half a broken pen inserted in the keyhole. As Lin Yu pried open the lock with his rock-crack gun, he noticed the "Li Group" emblem engraved on the pen cap—it was an heirloom of Li Ming's father.

“My father…” Li Ming choked up and couldn’t speak.

Su Yao pressed down on his shoulder, her eyes resolute: "Now is not the time to be sad. Your family might be inside."

Inside the door was a long corridor, with faded oil paintings hanging on the walls; the eyes of the figures in the paintings seemed to move with their movements. Lin Yu's rock elemental power suddenly sensed a metallic fluctuation ahead, and he abruptly shoved Li Ming aside—

"boom!"

A bullet grazed Li Ming's ear and embedded itself in the wall. Several masked bodyguards emerged from the shadows, their weapons bearing the Black Ebony Society's skull and crossbones insignia.

"Put down your weapons, or you will be killed without mercy." The lead bodyguard pulled back the bolt of his gun.

Lin Yu noticed that their grip on the gun was clumsy, and there were no calluses on their hands. "You're not professional assassins," he sneered, "just ordinary people being coerced."

The bodyguards exchanged glances, and one of the young men's Adam's apple bobbed: "Enough talk! We'll shoot if you come any closer!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Su Yao threw an EMP grenade. The explosion caused all electronic devices to malfunction simultaneously. Lin Yu moved with lightning speed, striking the other woman's wrist with a palm strike: "Tell me, where are the hostages being held? I can guarantee your safety."

The young man fell to the ground, trembling as he pointed to the red door at the end of the corridor: "It's...it's in the Blood Rose room, but you can't get out. There are three traps there..."

Li Ming suddenly rushed towards the red door, but was jolted back by an electric shock the moment he touched the doorknob. Lin Yu caught him and saw that the fingerprint scanner on the door was flashing red, with a line of small characters engraved next to it: "Water the roses with blood."

“It’s a gene lock.” Su Yao took out a portable DNA testing device. “It requires blood samples from Li Ming’s family to unlock.”

Li Ming gritted his teeth and resolutely cut his palm, pressing it onto the scanner. A red light flashed, and a woman's scream came from inside the door—it was his wife's voice.

"Wife!" Li Ming rushed into the room, but froze when he saw the scene before him.

In the center of the room was a circular altar. Li Ming's wife and daughter were bound to a black rose-shaped stone pillar, surrounded by dozens of glass jars filled with purple liquid. Even more shocking, at the bottom of each jar lay a skeleton, with a spice bottle identical to Li Ming's hanging from its chest.

"Welcome to the ceremony." A familiar voice came from above the altar. Lin Yu looked up and saw the waiter dressed in a priest's robe, holding a bloodstained dagger. "You think you can save people? Actually, you are the sacrifices."

Su Yao quickly analyzed the scene: "The altar is surrounded by star charts. They are going to perform some kind of blood sacrifice during the lunar eclipse." She kicked aside the ancient book at her feet, and the pages were drawn with star trails that were the same as those marked by the Ebony Society.

"Li Ming, take your family and leave. Leave this to me." Lin Yu's rock spear condensed into spikes. "Su Yao, destroy the energy sources at the four corners of the altar."

The waiter grinned maliciously and swung his knife at Lin Yu, but Lin Yu blocked it with his rock shield. In the sparks from the blade scraping against the rock, Lin Yu saw a tattoo peeking out from the waiter's sleeve—a twisted "79," matching the mark on the clone.

"Who are you? How do you know our plans?" The waiter's voice was filled with panic.

“Because your master is afraid of the truth.” Lin Yu’s rock spear suddenly split into countless spikes, “afraid that someone will discover that the so-called ‘Ebony Society’ is nothing more than a puppet of a higher dimension.”

At the same time, Su Yao detonated an EMP grenade, and the crystal balls at the four corners of the altar shattered one after another. Li Ming took the opportunity to untie his family members, but when he helped his daughter up, he saw the chip on the back of her neck—it was exactly the same as the chip in Kafka's clone.

"Daddy, I'm so scared..." The little girl trembled and shrank into Li Ming's arms, the chip on the back of her neck emitting a faint blue light.

Just as Lin Yu pressed his rock spear against the waiter's throat, he suddenly heard police sirens outside the manor. Interpol reinforcements had arrived.

“It’s over,” he said coldly.

The waiter suddenly revealed a strange smile: "You thought it was over? The real ritual has just begun." He bit open the poison sac hidden between his teeth, and in the purple smoke, the black rose in the center of the altar suddenly bloomed, and the same giant eye pattern as the observer appeared on the petals.

Li Ming's daughter suddenly broke free from his embrace and walked blankly toward the altar. The chip on the back of her neck resonated with the rose, emitting piercing high-frequency sound waves. Lin Yu tried to stop her, but found that his rock elemental power couldn't get close. At the same time, Su Yao's communicator transmitted an encrypted message from the already "dead" Kafka: Don't believe what you see, Rose Manor is a projection of the Quantum Sea.

Chapter 158: Caught in Crisis

Just as Lin Yu's fingertips touched the brass doorknob at the end of the corridor, a buzzing vibration suddenly came from the ground. Li Ming instinctively grabbed the wall for support, but instead touched the alarm button in the recessed part of the wall—his sleeve had accidentally brushed against the button while he was hiding from the patrol team, and the red warning light was spreading outwards from his feet.

"Hide!" Lin Yu whispered, shoving the two of them into the closet on the left. In the cramped space, Su Yao's earpiece brushed against his chin, the sound of her heartbeat clearly audible. Footsteps approached from outside, the rhythm of leather shoes hitting the marble floor strikingly synchronized with the alarm.

"Sector 3 alarm triggered, coordinates B-07." The lead guard's voice was hoarse, thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol. "Check all the hidden compartments. The employer says we have important guests visiting tonight."

Li Ming's fingernails dug into his palms. He counted the footsteps from 17 to 0, and only when the last beam of light swept across the crack of the closet door did he dare to slowly exhale the breath he had been holding for half a minute.

"They're gone?" Su Yao's voice trembled, but at that moment, a crack suddenly appeared on the top of the closet, and some kind of viscous liquid dripped onto the back of her neck—it was the lubricant from the surveillance camera.

Lin Yu suddenly pushed open the cabinet door, and the scene before him made his pupils shrink: the walls on both sides of the corridor flipped up, revealing hidden firing ports, from which dozens of submachine guns were protruding, their muzzles flashing red aiming dots.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass here!"

The sound came from above. Lin Yu looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses standing behind the second-floor railing. He was toying with a mechanical pocket watch in his hand, the Ebony Society's skull and crossbones symbol engraved on the inside of the watch cover.

"We're here to rescue people." Lin Yu stood in front of Li Ming, his palm forming a shield of rock element. "Hand over Li Ming's family, and I can guarantee your safe return."

The middle-aged man burst into laughter, his pocket watch snapping open to reveal a photograph on the inside—the moment Li Ming's daughter was injected with a chip. "Just the three of you?" He snapped his fingers, and all the gun barrels rose simultaneously. "The last person who dared to say something like that is currently soaking in formaldehyde in the basement."

Su Yao quickly assessed the situation: the firing ports were 1.2 meters apart, there were at least 30 guards, and the ammunition was rubber bullets—the enemy didn't want to kill anyone, they just wanted to capture them alive.

"They want to capture him alive," she whispered a reminder. "Be careful to dodge, don't get entangled in a fight."

Just as the first wave of bullets struck, Lin Yu's rock shield was fully formed. The rubber bullets struck the shield with a dull thud, and he took the opportunity to observe the guards' movements—everyone's tactical movements were uniform, yet they exuded a mechanical stiffness, as if they were being remotely controlled by some kind of consciousness.

"Li Ming, go to the right!" Lin Yu pushed open the side door leading to the garden, but stopped the moment he stepped out—the garden was full of bodyguards in black suits, their pupils glowing with an eerie purple light; they were the chip victims he had seen in the basement.

"Dad?" A familiar voice came from the crowd. Li Ming's daughter stood in the center, the chip on the back of her neck glowing faintly. "They said you're a bad person and that you want to turn us into spices."

Li Ming trembled all over: "Xiao Wei, Daddy is here to save you!" He tried to get closer, but Lin Yu grabbed him.

"She's been mind-controlled." Lin Yu's rock spear split into spikes. "Su Yao, use EMP to jam the chip signal!"

Just as Su Yao took out her device, the middle-aged man suddenly leaped down from the second floor with astonishing speed. The pocket watch in his hand unfolded into a serrated weapon, the blade still stained with undried blood: "Let me tell you a secret—" His attack grazed Lin Yu's cheek, "Everyone who enters the manor will become a living specimen of the 'Ebony Society'."

Lin Yu then noticed the other person's cuff—embroidered with the same "79" mark as the waiter. At the same time, the Interpol countdown came through his earpiece: "Backup will arrive in 5 minutes, hold on!"

"Li Ming, take Su Yao and go first." Lin Yu's rock elemental power was exhausted to the limit, and cracks appeared in his shield. "I'll cover the rear."

"No!" Li Ming pulled out a dagger hidden in the sole of his shoe, a craft project his daughter had made in kindergarten. "They kidnapped my family to lure me here." As he rushed toward his daughter, the crowd suddenly parted, revealing the altar in the center—a rose-shaped structure identical to the one in the basement.

Su Yao's EMP device finally activated, and the purple-glowing crowd simultaneously covered their ears. Li Ming took the opportunity to hug his daughter, only to discover that the chip on the back of her neck was melting, revealing the tattoo underneath—the Ebony Society's initiation mark.

“Daddy, you’ve finally come.” The little girl’s tone suddenly turned cold. “My master said that your blood can make the roses bloom forever.”

The middle-aged man approached with a sinister grin, the serrated edge of his pocket watch slicing through Lin Yu's sleeve. At the critical moment, the roar of a helicopter echoed outside the manor. The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he waved for a retreat: "Retreat! Leave the employer alive."

As the bullets struck again, Lin Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his rock elemental power seeped into the ground. He sensed that the foundation of the manor was hollow, and deeper still, something enormous was writhing—it was a portal connecting to the Sea of ​​Quanta.

"Jump!" he shouted, grabbing Li Ming and Su Yao as the rock spear blasted a large hole in the ground. In the instant of the fall, he saw the middle-aged man's shocked expression and the giant star trail pattern appearing on the top of the manor.

Just before darkness engulfed them, Su Yao's drone captured crucial footage: the middle-aged man removed the bandage from his sleeve, revealing a star trail tattoo identical to Kafka's, and his true face turned out to be Li Ming's long-lost brother.

In the formalin of the basement, dozens of clones identical to Lin Yu floated; the photograph on Li Ming's brother's pocket watch was flipped over, the back inscribed with "79th Perfect Specimen"; residual data from Su Yao's EMP device showed that the manor's chip signal originated from the eighth level of the Quantum Sea. And at the bottom of the abyss where the three had fallen, Kafka's soft laughter echoed: "Welcome to the real game, my pawns."

Chapter 159: Fierce Breakthrough

As Lin Yu's rock elemental power condensed into a fan-shaped barrier in his palm, the first wave of bullets grazed past Su Yao's hair. She spun around and swung her sword, shattering the masks of the three guards and revealing identical mechanical prosthetic eyes beneath—the same purple data stream flickering in their pupils, the chip markers used by the Ebony Society for remote control.

"They're puppets!" Su Yao shouted, severing another control cable. "Attack the chip interface at the back of their necks!"

Li Ming squatted behind the flower bed, changing magazines, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He saw the cartoon stickers his daughter had made in kindergarten art class still stuck to the magazine, and suddenly remembered the last message his wife had sent before he left: Xiao Wei said her dad was Superman. This thought ignited in his chest like a flame; he abruptly stood up and plunged a dagger into the back of the nearest puppet's neck.

"This can't go on!" Lin Yu's rock shield was cracked by the energy impact. He looked at the reinforcements in the distance and suddenly noticed that the water flow in the fountain was abnormal—all the water droplets were converging towards the ventilation opening on the second basement level. "Su Yao, look at the fountain! There's a ventilation system underground, which may lead to the depths of the manor."

Su Yao understood and swung her sword, severing the base of the fountain sculpture. The water instantly formed a whirlpool, revealing a hidden metal ladder. Li Ming was about to climb up when Lin Yu pressed down on his shoulder: "You stay here to guard against pursuers; Su Yao and I will go down and scout ahead."

"No! My family is down there!" Li Ming's voice was choked with sobs.

“Because we’re down there, you need to make sure we can escape.” Lin Yu handed him the rock spear. “Use this to guard the cave entrance. Change your position every ten minutes and don’t let them seal off the exit.”

The corridor on the second basement level reeked of formaldehyde. Su Yao's tactical flashlight swept across the walls, revealing countless specimen bottles filled with bizarre biological organs, each labeled with the number "LB-79". When Lin Yu's fingertip touched one of the bottles, the heart inside suddenly beat, startling Su Yao so much that she almost fired her gun.

“It’s a bioelectric sensing device.” Lin Yu tore off the label, revealing the words “Save us” written in blood on the back. “These are all failed experimental subjects, just like Kafka’s clones.”

A metallic scraping sound suddenly came from ahead. Su Yao gestured for Lin Yu to be quiet, and the two slowly advanced, hugging the wall. In the shadows around the corner, a dozen researchers in white lab coats were operating a control panel, the screen displaying Li Ming's daughter's vital signs data.

"Heart rate 140, chip resonance 67%".

"The employer said the ceremony must be completed tonight, regardless of whether the victims are alive or dead."

Lin Yu's geomantic power erupted instantly, blasting the entire wall into dust. The researchers screamed and scattered, only to be knocked unconscious one by one by Su Yao's sword sheath. The holographic map on the control panel automatically unfolded, with a red dot marking "Ritual Room" flashing, and next to it written in purple: Countdown 00:47:12.

"Li Ming's daughter is in danger!" Su Yao quickly took a screenshot. "This time should correspond to a lunar eclipse. They need to complete the blood sacrifice when the celestial phenomena align."

The two rushed towards the red dot, only to encounter a wall of puppets at the end of the corridor. Lin Yu's rock spear transformed into countless spikes, while Su Yao's sword energy formed a vacuum blade, their movements perfectly coordinated. However, the number of puppets seemed endless; for every one they defeated, two more would emerge from the shadows to take their place.

"Look up!" Su Yao suddenly pointed to the ceiling. The ventilation grille was pushed open, and dozens of glass bottles filled with purple liquid poured down. Lin Yu recognized it as the spice solution he had seen in the basement and quickly shielded the two of them with a rock shield. Amid the hissing sound of the liquid corroding the shield, he heard the researcher's communication: "Activate Plan B, blow up the ventilation system!"

The violent explosion sent the two flying. In the moments before Lin Yu lost consciousness, he saw Su Yao's arm pierced by steel bars, while she still used her other hand to desperately protect the holographic map in her arms. As he struggled to crawl toward her, the ground suddenly cracked open, revealing a deeper laboratory—where hundreds of cryogenic chambers were stored, each containing a clone identical to Li Ming's wife.

“Lin Yu…” Su Yao’s voice was weak, “The map… the ritual room is on the fifth basement level…”

Suddenly, Li Ming shouted from above, "They blew open the entrance! Come up quickly!"

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, hoisted Su Yao onto his shoulder, and rushed towards the ladder. When the sunlight shone on his face again, he saw Li Ming using a rock spear to support the rickety cave entrance, his hair singed black by the flames, yet still yelling into the communicator: "Interpol? This is Rose Manor, I want to report the Ebony Society's human experimentation!"

A police siren sounded in the distance. Lin Yu looked down at the map in Su Yao's hand and saw that the red dot had moved to the rose garden on the ground floor. In the shadow of the lunar eclipse, Li Ming's daughter was bound to the central altar, the chip on the back of her neck resonating eerily with the star trails in the sky.

“Daddy!” the little girl’s voice returned to normal. “They said Mommy is in the well in the garden!”

Li Ming staggered towards the ancient well in the garden, but the moment he lifted the well cover, he let out a desperate scream—floating in the well was not his wife, but a clone that looked exactly like her, with a chip embedded in the back of its neck as well. Lin Yu suddenly realized that the real Li Ming family members might have already been dismantled into genetic samples, and the "daughter" standing on the altar now was nothing more than the last bait created by the Ebony Society.

"The ceremony begins!" The middle-aged man's voice rang out from all directions. The lunar eclipse completely covered the moon, and the black roses around the altar suddenly bloomed, the dewdrops on the petals actually formed from congealed blood. Li Ming's "daughter" revealed a strange smile, her body began to float, and the chip and the roses emitted a bright light simultaneously.

Lin Yu raised his rock spear, only to find his elemental power suppressed by some force. Su Yao struggled to her feet and threw the EMP device into the altar: "Detonate the bomb with your rock elemental power! This is your only chance!"

The moment the rock spear pierced the device, Lin Yu and Li Ming locked eyes. They saw the same unwavering resolve in each other's eyes—even if the child before them was a clone, they couldn't let the Black Ebony Society's plot succeed.

In the blinding light of the explosion, Lin Yu seemed to see Kafka's figure flash by in the flames. She was spinning a die in her hand; the number on it wasn't 1-6, but "79". Meanwhile, in a more distant place, in a certain layer of the Quantum Sea, Li Ming's real wife smiled through a monitor screen, wearing the same star trail bracelet as Kafka on her wrist.

Chapter 160 Trial of the God of Destruction

"Hey, human." Beerus squatted on the floating rock, his tail swishing impatiently, his purple eyes reflecting the churning thunderclouds in the sky. "I'll give you 24 hours to comprehend the rudiments of the Law of Destruction in these ruins—or prepare to be crushed into dust by me."

Lin Ye knelt on one knee, his palm pressed against the scorching stone slab. The system interface flashed red light frantically on his retina. The analytical function, which should have been omnipotent, could only display a string of gibberish in the face of the swirling cyan-gold divine aura in the air.

"The host has detected an unknown energy fluctuation. Analysis progress: 0%." The mechanical voice even carried a rare tremor.

Weiss stood in the space-time rift, his fingertips tracing the surface of the crystal ball. Lin Ye's silhouette was reflected within the sphere—cold sweat beaded on the back of the boy's neck, leaving dark stains on his collar. What concerned him even more was the intermittently appearing silver-blue bloodline aura, identical to that of the Supreme Kai of Time from a thousand years ago.

“Lord God of Destruction, this child’s bloodline…” Whis began, but was interrupted by Beerus waving his hand.

"Enough talk, I just want the results." The God of Destruction snapped his fingers, and the rumble of gears turning suddenly echoed from the depths of the ruins. Twelve colossal stone statues burst from the ground, their eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames—the phantoms of the Gods of Destruction throughout history.

Lin Ye looked up, his gaze drawn to the mural at the foot of the stone statue: a blue-haired Saiyan with one fist clenched, his body swirling with sands of time, facing the Supreme Kai holding a spear—wasn't this the embodiment of the "bloodline conflict" mentioned in the system prompt?

"Hey, kid." Beerus's voice suddenly boomed overhead. Lin Ye looked up and met the destructive energy dancing at the God of Destruction's fingertips. "Use your Saiyan blood to feel it—like this."

The moment the energy ball struck the ground, the entire ruins trembled violently. Lin Ye instinctively activated his Super Saiyan form, his golden hair shooting skyward, but the instant he came into contact with the divine aura, a tearing pain shot through his chest. A piercing system alarm blared: "Warning! There is a fundamental conflict between Saiyan bloodline and destructive energy!"

Weiss frowned: "Lord God of Destruction, this child's body..."

"Conflict? Interesting." Beerus licked his lips, a reddish gleam of excitement in his eyes. "The more impossible the fusion, the more interesting it is once it succeeds—right, Saiyan?"