The current didn’t flow through his veins. It was trying to evict his soul from his meat.
Lin Ke’s bare hands remained welded to the glowing dark rock socket. His knuckles were locked white against the stone. Every vertebra in his lower-back spine popped under the sheer torque of two ten-thousand-foot ancient entities trying to kick him off the root end-post.
The Sovereign of Genesis thundered with nuclear fury. He poured terawatts of creation energy into the write-bus to burn up the intruder.
The Sovereign of Oblivion spun with howling gravity hunger, attempting to dereference Lin Ke’s newly authenticated credentials back to zero.
They were self-running daemons running at root priority.
To them, a mortal scheduler trying to impose transactional locks was an unhandled interrupt that needed to be ended with extreme prejudice.
“You don’t get to override the scheduler,” Lin Ke snarled through clenched, bleeding teeth. “You answer to the transaction manager!”
He couldn’t lift his hands to prick his thumb with the iron metal pen.
