Chapter 301: Prey Counterattack

The endpoint of the spatial coordinates is the void hub that Wang Zhize defined as a "safe house".

One second ago the terrifying pressure could squeeze the very soul out, and the next second my feet were on solid floating‑island ground.

The huge drop made Wang Zhize stagger, his mind buzzing as if he'd just left a KTV and "Father of the Void"'s death‑metal single was still looping in his ears.

"Whoa… almost crashed," he said, rubbing his throbbing temples, still shaken.

That old guy wasn't a regional agent, wasn't a district manager, he was the damn chairman himself.

Just a will‑projection nearly crashed his "Newborn Realm" server.

The real threat is only now beginning.

"Gurgle—"

A loud, lingering belch cut off Wang Zhize's review.

He turned his head and saw Wang Zhitao sprawled on a knowledge crystal, his belly round and emitting black‑gold flames.

His scale armor now looked like the finest obsidian, each plate threaded with fine gold filigree, forming a mysterious yet domineering pattern.

Within that pure Void‑walker aura, an extra… how to put it, a "I'm your dad" kind of authority suddenly appeared.

It was only a hint, but the flavor was spot‑on.

"Brother," Wang Zhitao said, patting his belly with a lingering grin, "that… that giant squid tentacle just now had a strong after‑effect."

Wang Zhize's eye twitched.

Giant squid tentacle? You're imaginative. It's a will‑tendril of the Father of the Void, a thing that could smash a world with a single strike. And you treat it like a grilled iron plate.

"Is it tasty?"

"Delicious!" Wang Zhitao's eyes lit up as he sat up abruptly, "Just a bit stuck in the teeth. Next time bring more, and make it tender."

"…"

Wang Zhize decided not to debate the foodie about ingredients.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his "Newborn Realm".

If the previous Newborn Realm was a freshly installed bare‑metal machine, now, after the violent infusion from the Prime Law Pool, that bare‑metal has been upgraded to a national‑level super‑computer hub.

The river of laws is no longer a river but an ocean, waves rolling endlessly.

The world's barrier was absurdly thick, automatically sprouting countless glowing defensive runes that looked expensive. Most absurdly, a strand of… life appeared on the central continent.

A fresh green sprout trembled as it pushed out of a barren patch of soil.

My server… is it starting to grow its own apps?

Wang Zhize clearly felt his grasp of the "Define" cheat‑module had taken another step up.

Before it was tweaking code; now he felt he could practically rewrite the underlying architecture.

He opened his eyes and rapidly retrieved and spliced information from the drained memories of the Void Sovereign and the freshly downloaded Prime Law Pool data.

Soon a clear map formed in his mind.

All nodes and servers of the Void Net ultimately pointed to one place—the Primordial Void.

That is the Father of the Void's lair, a place where neither light nor time exists, also his sleeping cradle.

"Before I ran, you chased. Now…," Wang Zhize said with a cold smile, "the game rules need changing."

Being hit passively? That doesn't exist. The best defense is to steal the opponent's house.

With a thought, an invisible sigil crossed the endless void and linked to the distant Imperial City.

……

Imperial City, an underground secret base.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei were frowning at a massive law fragment, while Zhao Wuji stood nearby like an old scholar, frantically scribbling in a little notebook.

Suddenly both trembled; a grand will descended directly into their minds.

"Boss?!" Li Hu exclaimed, standing up excitedly.

"Listen up," Wang Zhize's voice was concise and authoritative, "add investment to your 'Lawbreaker Legion' project, accelerate the schedule. Double the KPI; if 996 isn't enough, go 007."

"Huh?" Li Hu looked bewildered.

"Also, assign a new task. Gather intel on every 'Lurking Shadow' placed by the Void Net in all worlds—the unlucky ones infiltrated and corrupted. Compile their coordinates, strength, infection level into an Excel sheet and send it to me."

"Also, focus on worlds that can still be saved—those beaten half to death but still have a breath left. Tell them that if they want revenge or a comeback, they can contact me. I, Wang Zhize, with a professional team, offer a one‑stop anti‑Void invasion solution, reasonably priced, honest to the last."

"Is this about… building a downline?" Zhang Mei's business radar went off.

"We're establishing an anti‑Void unified front!" Wang Zhize corrected, "Think big! That's it, I'm busy, ending call."

The will receded like a tide.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei stared at each other.

Zhao Wuji adjusted his glasses and added softly, "I feel… the gentleman is getting into multi‑level marketing, and even planning to scam the scammers."

……

Void hub.

Wang Zhize cut the communications and began a sweeping overhaul of the floating‑island cluster.

"Hey, Fatty, stop sleeping, get up and work!" he kicked Wang Zhitao's rear.

Wang Zhitao groggily opened his eyes: "Brother, I'm hungry."

"Finish the job, I'll take you to an all‑you‑can‑eat buffet, you'll be full."

At the mention of "buffet," Wang Zhitao instantly revived, saliva practically spilling out.

Wang Zhize pointed at the massive floating‑island cluster, arms spread like a conductor.

"I define: this hub shall be my chariot, named 'Demolition Office No. 1'!"

"I define: all floating islands, reorganize! coalesce! transform! Turn them into an interstellar battleship capable of annihilating the universe!"

"I define: the knowledge library as the central fire‑control system! The energy core as the engine! Max out all defensive facilities! And install a dimensional cloaking module—one that makes me unfindable when the lights go out!"

Boom—!

The entire Void Nexus trembled violently, and countless floating islands began to shift and interlock, like a cosmic‑scale LEGO game. A snarling, violently aesthetic Void Fortress was taking shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Zhitao stared dumbfounded, then scampered over, and with his claws, comparable to divine metal, he grunted as he carved a few large characters in the most conspicuous spot of the fortress—Wang Ge is awesome!

Wang Zhize was too lazy to bother with him; he stared into the deepest part of the void, where lay the direction of the Prime Void.

"Father of the Void, you treat me as a power bank that supplies energy to your server, intending to wait until I'm ripe and then swallow me whole."

A cruel curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.

"But you don't know, this power bank of mine leaks current and carries a virus. Now, I'm going to follow the network cable to find you."

The fortress's reconstruction entered its final stage, and the massive engine emitted a low, rumbling roar, ready to ignite at any moment.

Wang Zhize clapped his hands and snapped his fingers at the already impatient Wang Zhitao.

"Zhitao, get ready. Remember our slogan."

Wang Zhitao straightened his chest, mustered all his strength, and roared the line his brother taught him:

"High‑end business wars often only require the simplest combat method—smash the server!"