Netherworld, Control Center.

  This was no longer the quiet command room.

  As Singularity inserted the red USB drive into the interface, the lighting in the entire control room instantly turned alarm-red. Countless golden streams of data, like dragons and snakes, surged from the depths of the underground, converging around Singularity to form a visible Eight Trigrams array.

  Singularity was no longer the Logistics Minister who just followed the Slayer to pick up trash.

  He took off the somewhat comical analysis glasses, revealing eyes that had long been assimilated by data streams, glowing with an eerie blue light.

  He unbuttoned his Taoist robe, revealing a "Psionic Reactor" composed of countless micro-runes spinning madly on his chest.

  "Three hundred years ago, this humble Taoist was just an inconspicuous 'SkyNet Maintainer' in the Heavenly Court."

  Singularity's hands formed seals rapidly in the void. Each seal struck left a golden code character in the air.

  "Back then, I was thinking, are the so-called 'Inner Demons' essentially just malicious programs implanted in the brain?"

  "Is the so-called 'Tribulation' just a high-intensity stress test of the system?"

  On the screen, the mind control network representing the Thousand-Eyed Tyrant was like a purple, sticky spider web, firmly covering the cerebral cortex of every Spirit slave. It was an extremely precise biological LAN with self-repair capabilities.

  "You want to play LAN party? Fine."

  Singularity sneered, his finger pointing violently at the largest purple node in the center of the screen—the Tyrant itself.

  "Then this humble Taoist will give you a... 'Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring the Heart' level Port Intrusion!"

  *HUMMMM————!!!*

  An invisible signal beam, carrying a Trojan Horse written by Singularity, rushed backwards into the Abyss's Command Tower along the Slayer's still-broadcasting communication channel.

  ...

  Abyss, Command Tower Top Floor.

  The Thousand-Eyed Tyrant, enjoying the thrill of "cat and mouse," suddenly felt a strangeness.

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  Its keen psychic tentacles captured an extremely weak, but unusually sharp signal trying to access its neural network.

  "Hmm? Where is this noise coming from?"

  The Tyrant didn't care. Its psychic power was as vast as the sea; a little noise was like a drop of ink in the ocean, instantly diluted.

  It even actively opened its firewall, wanting to see which fool dared to provoke it.

  However.

  The moment that signal actually accessed.

  It wasn't diluted.

  It was like a virus, instantly self-replicating and fissioning.

  1 became 2, 2 became 4, 4 became billions.

  In the originally calm psychic network, countless noisy voices suddenly sounded.

  It wasn't ordinary noise.

  It was the purest "Roar of Evil Ghosts" extracted by Singularity from the database of the 18th Layer of Hell, precipitated over tens of thousands of years.

  "Give me back my life..."

  "It hurts..."

  "Why me..."

  The whispers of billions of wronged souls poured into the Tyrant's brain without reservation through that opened port.

  "AHHH!!!"

  The Tyrant screamed.

  It felt like a vegetable market had been stuffed into its brain, a market filled only with madmen and malicious ghosts.

  "Get out! This is my network! This is my territory!"

  The Tyrant angrily mobilized psychic power, trying to expel this foreign data.

  But Singularity had anticipated this.

  "Trying to run antivirus? Not that easy."

  In the Netherworld Control Room, Singularity clasped his hands together and shouted:

  "Firewall Inversion! Data Lock!"

  He implanted a "Logic Deadlock" in the Tyrant's psychic network.

  The more the Tyrant wanted to expel those voices, the tighter they stuck. The more it wanted to cut the connection, the stronger the connection port became.

  Like telling someone "Don't think about a pink elephant," and their brain becomes filled with nothing but pink elephants.

  Command Tower Top Floor.

  The Spirits who were methodically besieging the Slayer suddenly became chaotic in their movements.

  Some Spirits stopped, clutching their heads and screaming.

  Some Spirits began to twitch uncontrollably, dropping their weapons.

  Some even started attacking their companions nearby.

  Severe latency and packet loss appeared in that incredibly precise control network.

  The Slayer felt the pressure lighten.

  He was still pinned in the corner, but he keenly sensed the enemy's confusion.

  He looked up at the Thousand-Eyed Tyrant floating in mid-air, rolling in pain.

  Although he didn't know what the Taoist did, this was clearly an opportunity.

  However, Singularity knew this wasn't enough.

  "This is just interference! It can't seize total power yet!"

  Singularity looked at the still stubborn purple main node on the screen.

  "This guy's CPU (brain capacity) is too big; junk data alone won't burst it."

  "We need to give it something... more impactful."

  "Something... it has never heard in its life, something that can directly scrub its filthy soul."

  Singularity suddenly pulled out a gleaming gold "CD Disc" covered in Sanskrit from his robe.

  This was the original recording of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva preaching the scriptures back in the day.

  It was the Netherworld's ultimate weapon for saving the most stubborn evil ghosts.

  Singularity shoved the disc into the external optical drive.

  A smile that was both extremely insidious and extremely holy appeared on his lips.

  "Old thing, I heard you like playing mind control?"

  "Then have you heard the saying..."

  "The Dharma is boundless; turn back and you are on the shore."

  Singularity pressed the play button.

  At the same time, he cranked the volume to the max.

  MAX.

  *Next Chapter: Playing "Tao Te Ching". Singularity starts a single-song loop mode inside the Tyrant's brain. The Tyrant: Stop chanting! Master, stop chanting!*