Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

It's raining.

A greyish-white sky, torrential rain, a damp sea breeze, and the horizon where the sky meets the sea in the distance…

The swaying waters of Hills Harbor in the downpour appeared hazy and dreamlike.

Everything in the rain exudes a melting silence.

In Kongjiu's eyes, everything was indeed slowly dissolving.

No, it did not dissolve.

It gradually lost its discernible shape in Kongjiu's vision.

The gray-white horizon, the deep blue sea under the torrential rain, the reddish-brown rust stains on the old ship...

Everything gradually transforms into a plain-colored frame, losing its shape and leaving only a simple outline.

Do you know the physiological differences between livestock like chickens, cows, and sheep and humans?

The figure pressed his finger against Kong Jiu's forehead, causing a white light to reappear in his eyes.

"The most fundamental difference lies in vision, which is the most important of the five senses—the eyes."

Kong Jiu's eyes were pure white, and the world in them became crystal clear.

Everything is transformed into simple, pure spiritual energy fluctuations, along with other components that make them up.

"In the pursuit of evolution, humans abandoned overly complex information-receiving abilities, freeing up their brains and hands, and making their eyes monotonous..."

Threads of silk, like cotton wool, float above everything.

Health bar?

Kong Jiu stared at the silk threads, his eyes widening involuntarily.

It's a health bar.

It was the kind of health bar that he could only see in humans—full and abundant in the rich, slightly incomplete in the ordinary, and radiating a crimson glow in the lower-towns.

"Humans only have three types of cone cells, can only see three primary colors, and have a frame rate of only about sixty in their eyes; anything beyond that is perceived as continuous light..."

Those cotton-white, fluffy threads gradually filled the entire world.

Ships have health bars, and the durability bars of luxury cruise ships are much longer than those of small fishing boats.

The docks also have health bars. In the same port, the old dock, overgrown with barnacles, has a crimson frame that looks like it's about to collapse, while the new dock, freshly painted, clearly has a longer health bar.

Even at the edge of the sky, without the filter of the jade pendant, an extremely long white line appeared.

Kong Jiu understood that it was the Iron Curtain's health bar.

"But animals are different; evolution has enhanced their ability to receive visual information. Birds can see the four primary colors, and the frame rate of cats and dogs is generally more than twice that of humans. Some plankton can even perceive polarized light with the naked eye..."

As the voice of the figure echoed, everything in the world in Kong Jiu's eyes was covered with dense blood bars.

"The most important thing is spiritual power."

As the figure spoke, it removed its fingers from Kong Jiu's forehead.

"The world you see right now is a world made of spiritual energy."

There was no color, only a pure spiritual energy perception, plus health bars.

Everything has a spirit.

Whether it is a person or an object, as long as it has not reverted to the most basic atomic structure due to the entropy increase effect, it possesses an indicator that determines its own demise.

"Everything...has a health bar?"

Kong Jiu stammered.

"Health bar isn't the key."

The figure shook its head. "The key is spirit. Spirit gives birth to all things, and all things have spirit."

"Spiritual power?"

Kong Jiu lowered his head and looked at his own body.

His gaze pierced through the clothes, like a precise probe, discerning everything.

A week without proper rest has left me with some swollen and inflamed organs, mild fatty liver, high stress levels, and a tired brain due to sleep disturbances…

With just a glance, the condition of all organs and parts of the body, all information, surged into the mind.

Kong Jiu was stunned.

But this is not all.

Strands of energy, like meridians, lay within the heart of a powerful inorganic beetle, and in the palm of the hand were two darker, fluffy clumps of spiritual energy…

The eyes only glanced at their own body for a moment, yet they obtained all the information.

Clear, unobstructed, meticulous... even a combination of all the words used to describe visual perception cannot fully capture the information Kong Jiu obtained from examining himself.

It's as if the creatures of the three-dimensional world have been thoroughly dissected, sliced, photographed, and printed into a booklet, transformed into two-dimensional information, and instantly stuffed into the mind.

"No, don't look too closely up close."

Seeing Kong Jiu scrutinizing him closely, the figure quickly stopped him.

But it was too late.

The information that suddenly bombarded Kong Jiu's brain was like a brutal blow to the forehead.

He groaned, staggered, and almost fell.

The figure quickly supported Kong Jiu, preventing him from falling.

"Relax, relax,"

The figure supported him and whispered a warning: "I've reduced the amount of information these eyes can receive to a level that humans can handle. Just get used to it."

"Damn it, it's really a ghost..."

Kong Jiu held his forehead, panting heavily.

He now finally understood why Neos had said that the unsettling, almost mind-wrenching terror she had felt earlier was merely a warning.

If he were to instantly gain and use this kind of vision, which is comparable to a high-dimensional overview, his head would probably explode like a pressure cooker going out of control!

And this is only a weakened version that has been "adjusted" and is barely tolerable for humans?

If one truly possessed complete vision, let alone the ability to dominate the ages, the very question of whether one would dare to look at oneself without going insane would be an extreme challenge.

After taking several deep breaths, he shakily opened his eyes again and looked at himself.

With a rapid heartbeat and unsteady breathing, after a struggle and adjustment, Kong Jiu finally accepted these eyes.

"How are you feeling?" the figure asked gently.

Kong Jiu did not answer.

After his gaze gradually adjusted, he turned to look at Farah.

The health bar is empty, but the degradation bar is very full.

Information about the gunshot wounds and impact injuries on the corpse was also visually relayed to Kong Jiu.

Even the corpses, as if confiding in him, reported countless pieces of information.

"Humans...should not possess such power."

He muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to another spot.

A wisp of dissipated spiritual energy was swirling among a pile of debris not far away.

"Is this... a 'concept'?"

Kong Jiu walked over and reached out to try to grasp the scattered "concepts" in the air, but he waved twice in vain, his fingers passing right through them.

"It is 'Zhenning', but the spirit it relied on has been physically destroyed, and it is probably only a matter of time before it disappears."

The figure raised his hand and waved it gently.

"While the 'concept' and the Iron Curtain were the main reasons why the Amerigo Veterans gave up resistance, the Federation's system did indeed atomize the lower classes, making it difficult for them to organize resistance..."

As he spoke, he gathered those scattered "concepts" together and vaguely guided them into Kong Jiu's palm.

"This concept is incomplete and has been rendered harmless; we only need to absorb the spiritual energy of its subspace nature."

Feeling the "concept" seeping into his palm, Kong Jiu nodded.

Just then, a slight change in the sky caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

The long health bar in the sky was rapidly shrinking.

Compared to Hills's usual massive health bar, it has now shrunk by half.

Only two concepts remain, still maintaining the operation of the Iron Curtain.

However, it was at this moment that he noticed a detail.

Countless fine threads were falling from the sky, one by one, from the enormous health bar.

Even with his extraordinary vision, Kong Jiu had to concentrate and look closely to barely make out the fine threads.

What is that...?