All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 171
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Chapter 171: The Virus Spreads
Server City. Sector 7 Ruins.The standoff was absolute.A hundred Security Angels hovered in a perfect sphere around the crashed bone-ship. Their halos spun with red "Target Lock" glyphs. Their swords of hard-light hummed in unison."User 404," the Lead Angel announced. His voice was a booming, auto-tuned chord. "You have violated the Terms of Service. Surrender for immediate de-resolution."Lin Jin stood on the balcony of the ruined tower. He leaned on his mop.He didn't look at the Angels. He looked down at the floor.A small, spherical Cleaning Bot (Unit-09) was frantically trying to scrub the scorch marks left by the ship's crash. It beeped sadly, overwhelmed by the mess."Hey," Lin Jin said to the bot.The bot paused. It looked up with a single blue camera lens."You missed a spot," Lin Jin pointed to a piece of debris.The bot beeped in distress. [ERROR. MESS TOO LARGE. CAPACITY EXCEEDED.]"I know," Lin Jin whispered. "They make the mess. You clean it up. And when your battery d
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Chapter 172: The Source Code
The Administrator’s Office. The Shift. The Administrator snapped his fingers. There was no explosion. The world simply unloaded. The walls vanished. The desk vanished. The door vanished. The colors vanished. Lin Jin and his team fell onto a floor that didn't exist. They were suspended in an infinite, blinding White Room. No shadows. No horizon. Just pure, unrendered space. [Location: The Developer Console.] [Physics: Manual.] The Administrator floated above them. His beige slacks were gone. He was now a wireframe giant, composed of burning white code. "Welcome to the backend," the Administrator’s voice boomed from everywhere at once. "Here, I do not cast spells. I write the rules." He looked down at Barnaby, who was trying to stand. "Command: Gravity_Set(100)." CRUNCH. It was Cinematic brutality. The air pressure multiplied by a hundred instantly. Barnaby slammed face-first into the invisible floor. The golden armor on his back buckled. The floor under him cracked (even
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Chapter 173: The Black Market of the Gods
The Deep Void. Sector: Nexus Point.It was the Mos Eisley of the Multiverse. But worse.Nexus Point wasn't a planet. It was the severed head of a dead Celestial Titan, drifting in the grey void. Its skull was the size of a moon.Civilization had burrowed into the bone like maggots. Neon signs flickering in alien languages hung from the eye sockets. Docking bays jutted out of the teeth. Ships made of flesh, metal, and pure light swarmed around it like flies."Impressive," Lin Jin stood on the bridge of the Void-Piercer. "A parasite colony.""Boss," Barnaby squinted at the radar. "They are hailing us. They want a docking fee.""We have a fleet of pirates and a barge full of revolutionary toasters," Lin Jin checked his pockets (empty). "We don't pay fees. We pay with intimidation."He opened the comms."This is the Void-Piercer," Lin Jin broadcasted. "We are carrying Class-5 Hazardous Waste. If we wait in line, the containment might fail. Highly explosive."There was a pause on the other
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Chapter 174: The Silent Heist
The Deep Void. Sector: Null. The Vault of the Forgotten was not impressive. It wasn't golden or glowing. It was a black cube, ten kilometers wide, floating in absolute darkness. It didn't reflect the distant stars. It absorbed them. It looked like a pixel dead-zone in the fabric of the universe. The Void-Piercer drifted toward it, engines cold. "Lights out," Lin Jin whispered on the bridge. "Core offline." Elara pulled the lever. The hum of the ship died. The artificial gravity vanished. They floated in the dark, drifting on pure inertia. "Why are we whispering?" Barnaby floated past, holding onto a railing. "We're in space. Sound doesn't travel." "The Wardens don't listen for sound," Lin Jin said, checking his gear. "They listen for Mana." "This Cube is a sensory deprivation tank for the Universe. If you cast a cantrip, if you light a match, if you even think about magic... they will wake up." He pointed out the viewport. Ghostly, translucent shapes drifted around the Cube.
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Chapter 176: The Frog in the Well
The Core Sector. The Administrator’s Palace. There were no traps. No epic boss music. When Lin Jin kicked open the doors made of pure light, he didn't see a majestic throne room. He saw a messy office. Data sheets were scattered on the floor. The wall screens were flashing a red [SYSTEM FAILURE]. In the corner, there was a half-packed suitcase. The Administrator—the Faceless Man who had nearly deleted Lin Jin—wasn't sitting on a throne waiting for a final duel. He was standing in front of a shredder, frantically destroying documents. "This..." Barnaby raised his massive bone shield, confused. "Is he running away?" Zero, riding on the back of the Golden Retriever (The Architect), pointed at the Admin. "He's playing the 'Make Paper Disappear' game!" The Administrator stopped. He had no face, but his stiff posture conveyed a deep, exhausted sense of—Contempt. "User 404," the Administrator’s voice no longer sounded god-like. It sounded like a middle-aged IT guy who had just bee
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Chapter 177: The Corpse Pit
The Prime Cultivation World. The Southern Wastelands. Pain was a familiar friend. But this? This was different. It felt like gravity had decided to personally murder him. Lin Jin opened his eyes. He saw a grey sky. Not the grey of the Void, but the grey of heavy, leaden clouds that promised acidic rain. He tried to inhale. Cough. The air wasn't air. It was thick, dense, and sharp. It felt like inhaling crushed glass. [System Rebooting...] [Hardware Status: Critical.] [Bone Density: 10%.] [Mana Core: Incompatible. Converting to... Qi.] Lin Jin sat up. His bones creaked—a sound like rusting hinges. He looked around. He wasn't in a palace. He wasn't in a hospital. He was in a pit. A massive, circular crater filled with thousands of rotting bodies. Broken swords, rusted spears, and shattered flags littered the ground. The smell was ancient—dried blood, wet earth, and incense. "Where..." Lin Jin’s voice was a rasp. He looked at his hands. His Star-Iron skin was gone. The
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Chapter 179: The Wrong Manual
The Yin-Corpse Sect. The Archive Pavilion.The library smelled of rot and old paper. It was a fitting scent for a sect that specialized in the dead.Rou nervously handed a bribe (three of Senior Brother Zhao’s spirit stones) to the sleepy elder at the door. They slipped into the rows of dusty shelves.Lin Jin walked through the aisles, scanning the titles. * The Gentle Flow of Yin Qi * 100 Years of Meditation * How to Talk to Ghosts (And Not Get Possessed)He pulled a scroll titled [The Turtle Breathing Technique].He opened it.[System Translation:]"Sit like a stone. Breathe like a turtle. Clear your mind of all desire. Absorb the Qi of the universe one drop at a time. Estimated time to reach Qi Condensation Stage 1: 5 Years."Lin Jin threw the scroll on the floor."Garbage," Lin Jin spat."Ancestor!" Rou whispered, picking up the scroll in panic. "That is the foundational text of our sect! It teaches patience!""I don't have patience," Lin Jin growled. "I have a missing daughter
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Chapter 178: The Coffin Delivery
The Southern Wastelands. Path to the Yin-Corpse Sect. Traveling in style usually meant a limousine or a starship. For Lin Jin, it meant a pine box. "It's tight in here," Lin Jin’s voice was muffled through the wood. "And it smells like cedar. I hate cedar." Outside, Disciple Rou was sweating. She was carrying the massive wooden coffin on her back, trudging up the steep mountain path. In this high-gravity world, even a low-level cultivator had the strength of an ox, but Lin Jin’s skeleton weighed a ton. "Please be quiet, Ancestor," Rou whispered, panting. "If the Gate Guards hear a corpse complaining about the decor, they will incinerate us both." "Just get me inside," Lin Jin grumbled. He shifted his legs, accidentally kicking the lid. "And remind me to fire your interior decorator." The Sect. The Yin-Corpse Sect was not a happy place. It was built into the ribcage of a fossilized giant beast (a real one, not the fake one Lin Jin built his ship out of). Green ghost-fires floa
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Chapter 180: The Culling
The Yin-Corpse Sect. The Grinder Pit. The "Arena" was a polite name for it. It was a slaughterhouse. A circular pit dug deep into the black earth, surrounded by cheering disciples. At the bottom of the pit, a massive, rusted iron grate led to darkness. From below, the grinding sounds of massive gears and the screams of the "recycled" echoed up. Elder Gu, a withered old man sitting on a floating throne of bones, looked down at the shivering disciples. "The Sect does not raise waste," Elder Gu announced, his voice amplified by Qi. "The bottom fifty disciples. Fight. The winner climbs out. The loser goes down." He pointed a skeletal finger. "Next match: Disciple Han versus... Disciple Rou." The crowd laughed. "Rou? The scavenger?" "She's dead. Han just mastered the Flying Sword technique!" Han leaped into the pit. He was young, handsome in a cruel way, and a small, green dagger—a Flying Spirit Sword—hovered over his shoulder. Rou stood at the edge, trembling. She looked at the
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Chapter 181: The Garden of Bones
The Yin-Corpse Sect. Inner Peak. The Spirit Herb Garden was not a place of beauty. The soil was dark red, smelling of iron and old blood. The fence was made of polished thigh bones. The plants growing there weren't roses or lilies; they were Blood-Ginseng (which looked like screaming babies) and Ghost-Face Mushrooms (which watched you as you walked by). Lin Jin stood in the middle of a patch of ginseng. He was perfectly still, arms outstretched, acting the part of a mindless guardian puppet. "Ancestor," Rou whispered, hiding behind a rock. "You've been standing there for four hours. Are you okay?" Lin Jin didn't move his head. "I'm having lunch," Lin Jin replied via bone-vibration. If one looked closely, they would see that Lin Jin’s feet had sunk deep into the soft, red earth. The twelve iron nails in his body were glowing faintly. He was using his Star-Iron skeleton as a grounding rod. He wasn't guarding the soil. He was drinking it. [System Alert: High-Grade Yin Qi Detect
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