Fang Yuan closed his eyes, ignoring the crack of the overseer's whip in the distance. He looked inward, at the Status Interface of his avatar.
[AVATAR STATUS: HAN]
Current Rank: Rank 1: World Breaker (1st Stage - Mountain Crack)
Physical Condition: Severe Malnutrition, Copper-Lung Infection (80% Damage).
Spiritual Root: Broken "Astral-Circuit" (Formerly Rank 3).
Null-Logic Integration: 0.01% (Syncing with Main Body in the Primordial Cocoon).
The Memories of Han:
Han wasn't born a slave. He was once the Grand Architect of the "Silver Abyss Forge," the elite team that maintained the ancient Rank 6 relics. When the Shattered Moon Sect betrayed the galaxy to the Council, they didn't just kill the architects—they performed a Soul-Scourge. They erased Han's knowledge, broke his spiritual star-cores, and threw him into the mines to dig up the very ores he once used to build gods.
"So, they left you alive to mock the old world," Yuan whispered, feeling the residual anger of the body's cells. "They broke your mind, but they forgot that a soul is more than just memories. It is a Pattern."
Yuan's indigo light began to stitch the broken "Astral-Circuits" of Han's body. He didn't heal them; he re-coded them using Null-Logic.
"They turned an Architect into a Slave," Yuan's eyes snapped open, glowing with a cold, terrifying clarity. "I will turn this Slave into a Universal Virus."