Chapter 12: Gravity Chaos and the Maintenance Swarm

  "Don't move! Don't trigger that pressure plate!"

  Carlisle’s shout exploded in the empty metal corridor, his voice laced with rare panic.

  But he was too late.

  Savage, jaw dropped in awe at the "Steel Cathedral" before him, had already planted his heavy combat boot squarely onto an alloy floor tile etched with red warning runes.

  HUMMM—

  Without any warning, the world was violently twisted by an invisible hand.

  The metal corridor that was "ground" a second ago instantly became a vertical "wall." A massive gravitational vector swept through at a 90-degree angle, ruthlessly grabbing every object with mass.

  "Holy sh—!"

  Savage felt his breakfast rush to his throat. Like a shot put thrown by an angry giant, he screamed as he "fell" toward the side wall—which was now "down."

  CLANG!

  A tooth-aching impact echoed.

  The Dwarf slammed heavily onto a rusted exhaust pipe fifty meters away. If his mechanical arm hadn't reacted fast enough, its hydraulic claws clamping onto the pipe, the fall would have shattered his old bones.

  "What the hell is this place?!"

  Savage hung there like a ham in a smokehouse, legs kicking in the empty air, his face flushed red. He strained his neck to look at Carlisle and Lyria. They were standing horizontally on the "wall" above his head, like two inverted geckos, defying all laws of physics.

  The visual distortion made Savage’s brain reel with vertigo.

  "Welcome to the defense mechanisms of the Megastructure Era."

  Carlisle had [Architect's Vision] active, carefully maintaining his balance as cold sweat dripped sideways off his nose.

  In his vision, this labyrinthine city was no longer a continuous 3D space. It was sliced into countless color-coded gravity blocks. Like a shuffled 3D puzzle, every zone had its own independent definition of "Down."

  "Because the Core reboot is incomplete, the Akasha System's gravity field is fragmented." Carlisle pointed to the twisted corridor ahead. "See the refracted light in the air? Red zones pull down. Blue zones pull up. Yellow zones are zero gravity. We are standing in the center of a gravity turbulence."

  "Jump across?" Lyria looked at the architectural structure twisted like a pretzel ahead, her face pale.

  Even as the forest's most agile hunter, she felt a primal fear facing a space that violated natural laws. Here, her sense of balance was her greatest enemy.

  "Jump between these iron racks? One wrong calculation, and we get torn apart or fall kilometers into the planet's core."

  "Trust my math." Carlisle extended his hand, palm up. "Or, you can stay here and wait for the Order Hounds to turn you into a specimen."

  As if to prove his point, the muffled sound of thermal cutting came from the massive door behind them. The mad hounds were melting through thirty meters of alloy.

  "Lunatics. You're all lunatics." Lyria gritted her teeth, closed her eyes to take a deep breath, and snapped them open. "If you calculated wrong, I will haunt you as a ghost and strangle you with vines."

  "Go!"

  Lyria hesitated no more. Dragging Carlisle, she moved like a swift, diving into the "Yellow Zone" ahead.

  ...

  Ten minutes later, they were deep in the city's belly.

  The scene here was even more bizarre and grand than the entrance. Massive gears, over a hundred meters in diameter, turned slowly overhead, emitting thunderous rumbles. Geothermal steam leaked from unknown sources, forming clouds that lingered between the complex pipes, making the place look like a steel hell.

  Some corridors were inverted, with ancient furniture and toolboxes still stuck to the "ceiling," silently mocking Newton's laws.

  Suddenly, a skin-crawling sound broke through the rumble of gears.

  Click. Click. Click.

  It was the sound of countless metal legs scratching against the floor. Dense, rapid, like fingernails on a chalkboard, or a migration of a million cockroaches.

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  The sound came from ventilation ducts in every direction.

  Savage’s ears twitched, and the hair on his neck stood up. "I know this sound... I've heard it in the scrap yards of Blacktooth City when mutant rats eat cables. But this... this sounds like a million rats."

  "Not rats."

  Carlisle stopped, staring into the dark corners ahead. The blue light in his left eye instantly turned to a warning red.

  Countless pairs of scarlet electronic compound eyes lit up in the darkness.

  Immediately, a silver-white tide drowned them.

  From the cracks in the walls, ceilings, and floors, thousands of palm-sized mechanical spiders poured out. They had six sharp legs and multi-functional pincer mouths, with yellow warning lights flashing on their backs like a school of hungry piranhas.

  [TARGET ID: MAINTENANCE SWARM (Model: Scavenger-IX)] [CURRENT DIRECTIVE: PURGE FOREIGN OBJECTS / RECLAIM SCRAP] [THREAT LEVEL: SWARM]

  "They aren't combat units!" Carlisle shouted, swatting away a spider that leaped at him. "They are the city's white blood cells! They think we are trash! Or spare parts!"

  A mechanical spider dropped from the ceiling, landing squarely on Savage's mechanical arm. Its precision pincers instantly clamped onto a hydraulic hose, and a blue laser cutter flared to life.

  ZZZT—!

  "Hey! That's my arm!" Savage cursed, slapping the spider into a metal pancake. He looked heartbroken at the cut in his casing. "These bastards eat metal!"

  "Run! Don't fight them!"

  Carlisle made the call instantly. There was no killing a swarm this size. Even if they blew them up, the survivors would just use the corpses of their kin as spare parts to repair themselves on the spot.

  The trio began a frantic sprint through the chaotic gravity field.

  It turned into an absurd, three-dimensional escape.

  Carlisle shouted coordinates as he ran: "Three meters ahead, Jump! Gravity pulls Left!"

  They leaped in unison. Their bodies traced eerie arcs in the air, landing on the left-hand wall in defiance of logic. Behind them, hundreds of spiders reacted too slowly, overshooting the turn and raining down into the abyss below, screeching as they fell.

  But more spiders drilled out of the walls. They didn't care about gravity; their magnetic feet let them run on any surface.

  "Dead end!"

  Lyria, leading the charge, slammed on the brakes, her boots sparking against the floor.

  Ahead was a broken corridor. The gap to the next platform was fifty meters wide. Between them was a bottomless dark abyss, lit only by the sparking of severed high-voltage cables.

  "No road!" Savage raised his double-barreled shotgun and blasted the swarm behind them.

  BOOM!

  The sanctified buckshot cleared a patch, but more spiders surged over the wreckage, the dense sound of metal friction numbing their scalps.

  "There is a road!"

  Carlisle rushed to the edge of the cliff, his left eye calculating furiously, data streams blurring.

  Floating in the void between the cliffs was a massive, detached diamond-shaped armor plate.

  [OBJECT: FLOATING ARMOR PLATE] [GRAVITY STATE: ANTI-GRAVITY SUSPENSION (UNSTABLE)] [DISTANCE: 20 METERS] [LOAD LIMIT: 300KG]

  "Jump to that plate!" Carlisle pointed into the void.

  "Are you crazy?" Savage roared. "That's twenty meters away! And that plate looks like it'll drop if a fly lands on it!"

  "It's Anti-Gravity!" Carlisle explained, his voice hoarse with urgency. "If we jump on it, the added load will make it sink, triggering its auto-balance mechanism! The reaction force will catapult us to the other side! It's a trampoline!"

  The metallic tide behind them was inches away. A spider had already jumped onto Savage's boot and started sawing at his sole.

  "If I die, I'm haunting your ass!"

  Savage kicked the spider away, hugged his gun, and launched himself like a runaway cannonball.

  "AAAAAAHHH—!"

  With a rough, terrified scream, the Dwarf slammed heavily onto the floating plate.

  THUD!

  The plate sank violently, looking like it was about to fall. Then, the internal anti-gravity coils emitted a piercing whine.

  HUMMM—TWANG!

  Like a trampoline pushed to its limit, the armor plate rebounded violently.

  "It works!" Savage flew through the air in a perfect, aerodynamically impossible parabola, crashing onto the opposite platform and rolling several times before stopping.

  "Lyria, go!"

  Lyria grabbed Carlisle’s belt, and they leaped together.

  Just as they were mid-air, the spider swarm lunged. Several spiders managed to jump onto Carlisle’s back, their sharp claws piercing his robe and sinking into his flesh.

  "Get off!"

  Fighting the pain, Carlisle rolled immediately upon landing, crushing the spiders on his back against the hard metal floor.

  The trio collapsed on the platform, battered and bruised.

  The swarm reached the edge of the cliff, screeching angrily at their prey, but even they couldn't jump a fifty-meter abyss.

  "Haa... Haa..."

  Savage lay on the ground, gasping. His leather jacket was shredded, and his mechanical arm was scratched and smoking.

  "That was... too exciting." He actually laughed, showing his yellow teeth. "Better than the gladiator pits in Blacktooth City. Kid, your brain works better than my gun."

  Carlisle pulled a spider leg out of his shoulder, hissing in pain, cold sweat pouring down. Lyria immediately moved in, green light glowing at her fingertips to stop the bleeding.

  "Don't relax." Carlisle pushed Lyria’s hand away, staring across the abyss. "The spiders can't cross, but something else can."

  As if on cue.

  The spider swarm on the other side parted like the Red Sea.

  A pitch-black, wolf-sized Order Hound stepped out of the shadows.

  It didn't attack immediately. It stood at the edge of the cliff, its red electronic eyes staring coldly at the three of them.

  Then, the gravity engine on its back began to flash violet.

  "It’s going to jump?" Lyria raised her bow, eyes cold.

  "No." Carlisle’s face went pale. The warning box in his left eye turned a critical crimson. "It’s not jumping... it’s Marking."

  The Hound’s head suddenly emitted a high-intensity red laser beam, striking the ceiling directly above Carlisle’s group.

  [REMOTE GUIDANCE SIGNAL DETECTED] [SOURCE: EXTERNAL AIRSHIP] [ATTACK TYPE: PHASE-SHIFT BUNKER BUSTER]

  RUMBLE—

  Hundreds of meters of rock and metal plating above them began to shake violently. Dust rained down.

  "They are drilling!" Carlisle instantly understood the Order’s tactic. "Those maniacs! They aren't planning to navigate the maze. They are going to bomb a straight line down to us!"

  "Where do we run?! It's a dead end ahead!" Savage roared.

  "Follow me! There's a maintenance shaft!"

  Savage suddenly remembered something. He frantically felt along the wall until his fingers pried open an inconspicuous, rusted iron panel, revealing a dark hole barely big enough for a person to crawl through.

  "I dug this 'Rat Hole' years ago to steal power cables! Only I know about it!"

  "Get in! Fast!"

  The three of them scrambled into the narrow, dirty pipe like groundhogs.

  Just as the last person—Lyria—pulled her feet into the hole.

  BOOOOOOM————!

  An earth-shattering explosion erupted behind them. Blinding white light swallowed the platform they had just stood on. The massive shockwave rushed down the pipe, blasting the three of them like corks deeper into the darkness.

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