Netherworld, 1st Layer: The Site of the Former Tongue-Ripping Hell.

  Once a playground for demonic torture, it had now transformed into a massive construction site.

  The battle scars left by the Slayer's previous "physical cleaning"—cracked ground, frozen demon statues—were still shockingly visible.

  But now, these scars were surrounded by massive, glowing metal rings.

  Daoist Singularity hovered in mid-air, wearing his multi-function analysis glasses. His hands moved like a conductor leading a symphony, controlling hundreds of drones (actually paper talismans modified with spirits) to perform precise mapping.

  "That rune on the left is off by 0.03 degrees! You stupid paper doll, do you want to be cut into window decoration? Straighten up!"

  Singularity was in a foul mood. He was attempting an unprecedented engineering feat: "Abyssal Coordinate Reverse Engineering."

  Hovering in the clearing before him was the Black Heart Fragment of the Blood Sea Ancestor, provided by the Slayer.

  The heart was currently being blasted by a continuous high-energy laser beam (modified from the Slayer's Heavy Cannon).

  Zzzzzzt—!

  The laser scorched the surface of the heart, exciting rings of black ripples. These ripples didn't dissipate; instead, they were captured by the surrounding metal rings and converted into data streams frantically jumping on the holographic screens.

  The Slayer stood nearby.

  He didn't participate in the construction (since he only knew how to demolish). He was responsible for security and providing necessary "Fire Support."

  For example, right now.

  "Great Warrior! Not enough energy! Hit the heart with something hard! Trigger its stress response!" Singularity shouted.

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  The Slayer didn't hesitate. He raised his Super Shotgun and fired a point-blank shot at the heart.

  BANG!

  The heart, under heavy impact, convulsed violently and released a massive spatial pulse.

  [Capture Successful!]

  [Coordinates Decrypting... 30%... 60%...]

  Singularity stared at the screen, eyes feverish.

  "I see it... I see it..."

  From the chaotic data stream, Singularity isolated a unique frequency.

  "This isn't just a set of spatial coordinates. It's an... 'Encrypted Invitation.'"

  Singularity's fingers flew across his tablet, cracking the logic within.

  "The Blood Sea Ancestor was 'exiled' here. The data recorded in this heart is the path home."

  "But the path is encrypted. It's using... Abyssal Tongue?"

  Attributes on the screen twisted like worms.

  Singularity frowned. He was proficient in the I Ching, Eight Trigrams, and C++, but he had never learned Abyssal.

  [Translation Failed. Cannot Locate Endpoint.]

  The project stalled.

  The Slayer looked at the red [ERROR] popup window.

  He stepped forward.

  He didn't know Abyssal either.

  But he knew demons.

  He reached out and grabbed the floating heart.

  Then, he brought the heart close to his helmet visor.

  [Ability: Slayer's Intimidation]

  He didn't speak. He simply released a sliver of the killing intent accumulated from slaughtering billions of demons.

  The heart, which had been stubbornly resisting Singularity's decryption, began to tremble violently like a small animal facing its natural predator.

  Then, to beg for mercy—or perhaps just to escape this terrifying man—it voluntarily regurgitated all its hidden data.

  The twisted Abyssal symbols instantly reorganized and aligned under the Slayer's gaze, transforming into a crystal-clear 3D star map.

  [Decryption Complete.]

  [Target: The Abyss - Layer 666 - Scorched Earth.]

  Singularity was stunned.

  "That... that worked?"

  "Brute force decryption? No, this is... 'Intimidation Decryption.'"

  Singularity looked at the bright red coordinate point on the screen and sighed.

  "It turns out even demon code bullies the weak and fears the strong."

  Unknown vs. Analysis.

  For Singularity, it was a complex math problem.

  For the Slayer, it was a simple interrogation problem.

  If you dare to encrypt, I dare to make you "talk."

  "Coordinates Locked."

  Singularity pressed the confirm button.

  The surrounding metal rings began to spin, emitting a humming resonance. The spatial barrier began to thin, revealing the pitch-black, deep void behind it—filled with the smell of sulfur.

  The end of Hell.

  And the Slayer's new playground.

  "Next Chapter: Cross-Realm Portal. Singularity thinks: The door is open, but why does it look like the entrance to a meat grinder?"