F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

"The twelfth heart belongs to you?"

Chen Yifan raised his hand and grabbed a thick, golden chain next to him.

scoff!

The flesh and blood in his palm were worn away by the power of the rules, revealing the stark white bones.

His fingers clenched even tighter.

The severed head of the Holy Lord is pasted behind the blue and white star.

At the severed neck, countless dark green roots frantically burrowed into the gaps in the chains of rules, turning that sacred golden light into dark green.

The beating of the blue and white star heart slowed down noticeably.

With each pulse, Chen Yifan could see billions of life trajectories flashing across the surface of the star's core.

The back view of Wang Shufen, the mother, busy in the kitchen.

Chen Xue, the younger sister, sat quietly by the window, her fingertips resting on the Braille book.

Wang Fugui held up a giant shield made of door panels and grinned foolishly at him.

And above in the sky, there are the figures of Shenhou, Maotu, and Wang Qingyun, who are stubbornly resisting the raging tide of the heretics.

Their fates, their very existence, were all buried beneath this golden field.

That invisible harvesting sickle has already touched the tip of the wheat ear.

The Lord's voice squeezed out from the severed head, filled with twisted ecstasy.

"Chen Yifan, you've finally done something stupid that benefits me."

"Eleven cores pave the way for you."

"And you, you brought them to the heart of the stars for me."

"The well that those useless fools from the previous era risked their lives to seal away ultimately became the key to my ascension to godhood!"

Communication with the distant party was intermittent.

Bai Zhi's voice trembled.

"Chen Yifan... Xingxin is being corrupted..."

"We can't let it pierce in..."

Shenhou's angry curses pierced through the interference.

"You headless dog! Have some shame!"

"People use keys to open the door, and you're peeking through the crack to steal shoes?"

The Holy Lord burst into laughter.

"Monkey, you simply don't understand!"

"I can never directly touch the heart of a star."

"The World Engine acknowledges the Divine Court's right to reap, but it also guards against us, the remnant souls of the overseers."

"But Chen Yifan is different."

Before he finished speaking, the dark green roots suddenly swelled up.

A golden chain was forcibly corroded open.

A gap has appeared.

The severed head of the Holy Lord was facing the center of the star, and moved half an inch closer.

On the surface of the blue-white star, the fate trajectories of countless blue-star creatures began to flicker erratically.

The blue smoke anchor point on Chen Yifan's chest burned painfully.

Wang Qingyun's voice almost broke the channel.

"Chen Yifan! Don't let it parasitize it!"

"It cannot swallow the entire star's core."

"But once the ownership of the twelfth heart is determined, the World Engine will automatically recognize it as the new master of Earth!"

Chen Yifan did not respond.

He took his first step toward that enormous blue and white star.

boom!

Countless golden chains erupted from the ground, binding his calves, waist, and arms.

The chilling verdict was branded straight into the bone marrow.

[Abnormal individual.]

[Block the harvesting process.]

[Judgment: Dismemberment.]

Click!

Chen Yifan's left shoulder suddenly sank.

The bones emitted a dull creak as if they were about to collapse under the strain.

Without even looking, he grabbed the chain on his shoulder with his backhand, his muscles tensing, as if he were trying to forcefully pull out the chain of rules.

The Holy Lord's severed head tilted slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

"What's the point of saving them?"

"From birth to death, they are all in the engine ledger."

"Killing me will only postpone the harvest day by a few days."

Chen Yifan paused for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, the Holy Lord caused all his roots to grow wildly and plunge fiercely into the gap in the corroded chain.

Dark green spots rapidly spread across the surface of the blue-white star's center.

"It's too late!"

The Holy Lord laughed wildly.

"If you move, the chains of rules will tear you apart first!"

"If you don't move, I'll take over the twelfth heart!"

"Come on, choose a way to die!"

Chen Yifan looked up.

"You're really noisy."

He gripped the chains wrapped around his chest with both hands.

His knees were forced to bend under the immense pressure, but he forced them back straight with a low growl.

The seal on the well suddenly lit up!

Eleven dormant cores burst forth from the ring space.

Blood Rain Well!

Thunder Bone Well!

Qingyanjing!

The eleven cores were arranged in an ancient sequence, instantly forming a huge gray-white circular array that enveloped the blue-white star core.

The Lord's laughter stopped.

"Are you crazy?!"

"Activate the sealing formation next to the star's center?"

"Well Twelve was used to suppress the cracks!"

"You'll crush the heart of the star!"

Chen Yifan gritted his teeth and slammed his right hand into his chest.

"Bai Zhi, look carefully!"

On the other end of the distant channel, the keyboard clicks stopped for a second.

Immediately, the knocking began in a frenzy.

"Wait... the Sealing Well Formation didn't suppress the Star Core Origin!"

"The eleven cores bypassed the blue-white cores!"

"Their target is those dark green roots!"

Shenhou roared on the spot.

"Did you hear me, you headless dog!"

"We specialize in demolishing illegal structures!"

"I'm going to tear your head apart!"

The Holy Lord finally showed fear, and retreated frantically after severing his head.

But it was too late.

The gray-white circular array began to rotate.

Each of the eleven cores has its own function.

Blood Rain Well: Stripping away resentment and attachment.

Thunder Bone Well, alters the determination of friend or foe.

The Broken Blade Well severed the right to borrow.

The divine embers of the Eighth Well shone, illuminating every trace of the divine court's corrupting influence on the Holy Lord.

Chen Yifan raised his right hand.

Another crack appeared on the Ring of the God of Thieves.

The goal is for the Holy Lord to gain the right to parasitize the heart of the blue star!

[Failure rate for theft: Extremely high.]

The world engine's verdict appeared coldly.

The Holy Lord seemed to grasp at a straw and screamed shrilly.

"You can't steal it!"

"My head still belongs to the Divine Court's Inspector!"

"My status is above everything on this planet!"

"If you dare touch it, the rules of the Divine Court will turn your soul to ashes!"

Chen Yifan tightened his grip.

"Who said I was going to steal your divine certification?"

He stepped into the center of the gray-white circular array.

The eleven cores resonated with the bone imprint on the chest, forcibly pushing aside the surrounding chains of rules by half an inch.

"Keep your certification for reimbursement from the Divine Court."

"As for you, from Earth..."

"Get out!"

Steal everything, activate!

boom!

The engine's underside shook violently.

The golden fields surged like a tidal wave.

The fates of billions all point upwards.

On Blue Star, the crimson countdown on all the professional players' panels got stuck again.

one second.

three seconds.

Ten seconds!

In the Sky Channel, Bai Zhi's shouts tore through the static.

"The countdown has stopped!"

"Countdown to the harvest of the entire Blue Planet, stop jumping!"

Shenhou smashed the head of the high-ranking heretic with a single blow, his laughter changing into a distorted voice.

"Awesome!"

"Chen Yifan! Twist its head off for me!"

The Holy Lord was completely panicked.

The dark green roots contracted frantically, trying to detach themselves from the star's center.

The sealing formation, however, kept it pinned to the spot.

Chen Yifan rushed to the severed head and grabbed the ugly skull with both hands.

The Holy One opened his mouth and spewed out a dense, dark divine light.

Chen Yifan neither dodged nor avoided.

That attack, powerful enough to corrupt even a legendary expert, struck the Sealed Well Bone Mark on his chest and was instantly devoured and suppressed by the eleven cores.

His temples were bulging with veins, and his fingers dug deeply into the skull of the Holy Lord.

"come out."

"Chen Yifan! How dare you insult the gods!"

The Holy Lord let out a stern roar.

Chen Yifan's forehead was almost touching its forehead.

"People from the previous era could kill you once."

"In this era, I will continue to slay."

The ring shone brightly!

All the roots connecting the Holy Lord to the Star Heart below his severed neck were torn apart from the root by an irresistible force.

The blue and white star's heart pounded violently.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

The dark green spots on the surface of the star's center were all shaken away by the pure pulse.

On the Sky Battlefield, the previously frenzied heretical tide instantly descended into chaos.

Chen Yifan ignored the cheers from the outside world.

He dragged the severed head of the Holy Lord and forcefully pulled it into the center of the gray-white circular array.

The severed head struck the center of the formation and was pinned down by eleven cores, unable to move.

[The Divine Court oversees the detachment of the remnant soul from the Star's Core.]

[His parasitic status has been revoked.]

[Twelfth heart, restart decision.]

The engine's judgment criteria were being refreshed rapidly.

In the center of the gray-white circular array, the last empty space began to light up.

No new cores emerged there.

There is no such thing as a twelfth well.

Only two lines of cold, golden pronouncements slowly unfolded.

[Attribution determination pending.]

Option 1: Reconstruct the seal using the Blue Star's core as the twelfth core. Cost: The Star's core is under pressure, the civilization's spark is downgraded, harvesting is delayed, and the farm marker cannot be eradicated.

[Option Two: Rewrite the well-sealing rules using the unlocked life seed as the twelfth heart. Cost: The life seed is merged with the engine's underlying judgment, permanently imprisoned here.]

Chen Yifan looked at the two lines of text.

The hand gripping the Holy Lord's head loosened slightly.

Bai Zhi's voice came through, trembling.

"Chen Yifan... the second option..."

"It wants you to take the position of the twelfth heart."

Wang Qingyun's breathing was heavy.

Don't choose that!

"Did you hear me? Don't choose that!"

The Holy Lord at the center of the formation suddenly smiled.

The laughter grew louder and louder, carrying the madness of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

"I see... Haha... I see!"

"You were drawn here in the previous era not to be a savior."

"It's so that you can become the new well!"

"An unlocked life seed, what a perfect sacrifice!"

"You saved Earth, but in the end, you'll be nailed here forever!"

Chen Yifan looked down at it.

The decapitated Lord suddenly opened his mouth wide.

Darkness swirled in his mouth.

All remaining roots no longer rush towards the star's center.

They pounced on Chen Yifan's shadow.

"If you choose to become the twelfth heart, I will devour you!"

"With the combined power of the twelve wells, I will instantly become a god here!"