As the hum of human engines grew louder, Fang Yuan didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the air. To a Rank 3 entity, the electromagnetic waves saturated with 5G signals, satellite uplinks, and radio bursts were as thick as a physical spiderweb.
He pressed the Star-Core shard against his temple. His fractured Null-Logic couldn't warp space anymore, but it could still act as a biological processor.
«...Accessing Planetary Matrix... Protocol: Silent Extraction...»
In an instant, a flood of data surged into his mind. It wasn't mana, but it was power. He saw the history of Earth—not as humans see it, but as a sequence of logical patterns.
The Great Stagnation: He saw a world that had mastered the atom but failed to touch the soul. A world where "Spirit" was a myth and "Physics" was a prison.
The Hidden Anomaly: He traced back to the year 1947, then 1991, then 2024. He saw flashes of "Unidentified Phenomena"—crashes that the governments hid. These weren't aliens; they were Failed Weavers from the higher realms who, like him, had fallen into this mana-desert and died as beggars.
The Current Order: He saw the rise of Artificial Intelligence, the global debt, and the desperate search for new energy.
Fang Yuan's lips curled into a predatory smile. He saw that the world was currently in the year 2026. He saw a planet divided by borders, greed, and a total ignorance of the Dimensional Realms.
"They have built a cage of silicon and gold," Fang Yuan whispered, his eyes flickering with a faint, stolen blue light from the satellite data. "They believe they are the masters of this sphere, but they don't even know how to breathe the static electricity in their own clouds."
He turned to Lia, who was watching the approaching dust clouds of the military convoy.
"Lia, these humans... they are not warriors. They are accountants of a dying system. We don't need to weave their space; we only need to weave their greed."
By the time the first armored vehicle stopped ten meters away, Fang Yuan had already downloaded the languages, the financial structures, and the personal files of the men inside. He wasn't a fallen god anymore; he was the most dangerous virus this planet had ever hosted.