Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 411 – Death Point

The instant Chu Chen pulled the trigger, his world went silent.

Not figuratively.

Truly silent.

The wind stopped.

The shouting stopped.

Every ruptured blood vessel on Guangtou Qiang’s hideously contorted face, every fleck of flying spittle—all frozen in place.

Then, shattering.

The world before his eyes cracked like a mirror, then reassembled into an entirely different form.

No color.

No texture.

No temperature.

Only lines.

Countless semi-transparent geometric lines emerged from the void, outlining the three-dimensional structure of Guangtou Qiang’s entire body.

The skeletal framework appeared as a deep blue grid, muscle fibers as pale blue threads, and the vascular system sprawled across his body like a red spiderweb.

Damaged tissue was marked in gray, while surviving Energy Conduits pulsed with golden signals.

The body of a peak Level 6 Evolved being had been dismantled by his mind into hundreds of thousands of independent computational nodes.

Too slow.

The moment that thought surfaced, his processing speed surged tenfold.

Hundreds of thousands of nodes began geometric modeling simultaneously.

The load-bearing limits of every bone, the contraction direction of every muscle fiber, the flow rate and intersection points of every Energy Conduit—all folded into a high-dimensional mathematical model.

And on that model, five points blazed with piercing red light.

Those were the most fragile intersections in the entire geometric structure.

Chu Chen gave them a name in his mind.

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Death Points.

No matter how sturdy a bridge, there is always one screw that is its Achilles’ heel.

Remove it, and ten thousand tons of steel become a pile of scrap.

Guangtou Qiang had five Death Points.

Three of them were barely shielded by his own Spirit Energy.

The remaining two, due to internal injuries sustained from being beaten by thousands earlier, were completely exposed.

One was on the inner side of the fractured seventh rib on the left, right against the branching node of a major Energy Conduit.

The other was three centimeters above the right kneecap, where an old injury had created a vacuum zone in the energy flow.

Chu Chen chose the first.

Not because it was more lethal.

But because 0.34 seconds later, Guangtou Qiang’s body would instinctively shift 0.5 degrees to the right to avoid the pain from the chest wound.

That shift would place the first Death Point precisely on the corrected trajectory of the bullet.

The 0.1-millimeter rightward deviation caused by barrel wear.

The muzzle velocity loss from high-altitude air pressure.

Guangtou Qiang’s own instinctive evasion.

Three variables that should have made this shot miss—in his calculations, they instead became signposts guiding the bullet home.

All of this, from drawing the gun to pulling the trigger, took less than a second.

“Bang!”

The gunshot wasn’t particularly loud on the plateau.

Compared to the Special Ability explosions that had filled the sky moments ago, a single gunshot was like the buzz of a mosquito.

Guangtou Qiang thought so too.

The moment the bullet struck his left rib, he didn’t even feel pain.

A standard 9mm round was nothing but a tickle to a peak Level 6 Evolved being.

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His skin hardness had long surpassed steel plate—this caliber couldn’t even break the epidermis.

“Ha! Is that all?”

Guangtou Qiang’s mouth split open to his ears, his blood-streaked face trembling with laughter.

“Kid, did that serum really fry your bra—”

His voice caught on the word “bra.”

The smile froze on his face.

The bullet indeed hadn’t penetrated his skin.

But the kinetic energy it carried, at the instant it struck that “Death Point,” transmitted inward along the already-fractured seventh rib, striking the branching node of the Energy Conduit with pinpoint precision.

Like dominoes.

The first tile fell.

The main energy conduit instantly went into chaos, and the reverse shockwave spread wildly along the weakest path among the 470,000 nodes.

Golden pulses turned into red alarms, then into black necrosis.

Guangtou Qiang lowered his head and watched the skin around the bullet wound on his chest begin to blacken.

“How… how is that possible…”

The black spread at a visible speed.

From chest to abdomen, from abdomen to limbs.

The energy system inside him, already riddled with holes from being beaten by thousands of people, completely collapsed under the precise destruction of this single strike.

An engine full of cracks, struck precisely at the most critical crack with a single hammer blow.

It wasn’t that the hammer was heavy.

It was that the strike point was too precise.

“Impossible!”

Guangtou Qiang let out his final roar, trying to mobilize the remaining power within him, but his energy conduits were already in total necrosis—every attempt to mobilize only accelerated the collapse.

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“A… ordinary bullet…”

His voice grew softer and softer.

His body began to disintegrate from the feet up.

Not shattering. Not exploding.

Every cell lost the energy maintaining its structure at the same moment, like a tower of blocks with its frame pulled out, collapsing silently.

Three seconds later.

Lin Qiang—the peak sixth-level powerhouse that thousands of people had beaten without killing—reduced to a pool of lifeless flesh in the center of the training ground on the Western Sichuan Plateau.

Dead silence fell over the entire crowd.

Thousands of soldiers who had just regained consciousness stood with mouths agape, forgetting to breathe.

Chen Mo’s hand gripping the blade froze mid-air.

Lu Yuan’s mouth hung wide open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Chu Chen holstered the gun at his waist.

He pulled another piece of candy from his pocket, tore it open, and tossed it into his mouth.

“Trust in science.”

Chewing the candy, he said those five words calmly to the pool of flesh.

Then he turned and walked toward Lin Fan.

“I need to go back and sleep. A bit tired.”

Lin Fan didn’t answer immediately.

She watched Chu Chen, her gaze lingering on him for a long time.

This was the first time she had seriously examined this young man with permanent dark circles and candy in his mouth.

Under her mental strength scan, the “precise data streams” around Chu Chen had mostly receded.

Clearly, he couldn’t maintain that fully activated state for long either.

But that one second just now.

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Just that single second.

From the perspective of her Omniscient Domain, the air, dust, and light around Chu Chen—all physical laws—had been incorporated into a perfect mathematical model.

A second-level cultivation base. A small handgun. An ordinary bullet.

Killed a peak sixth-level powerhouse.

“Interesting.”

The corner of Lin Fan’s mouth curled up slightly.

She finally understood the essence of Chu Chen’s ability.

It wasn’t a special ability. It wasn’t a bloodline talent.

It was pure computational power—the ability to datafy the real world and find the optimal solution.

When that computational power reached a certain threshold, it would itself distort the rules of reality, forming a special “domain.”

No spirit energy required.

No crystals required.

Just a brain powerful enough.

“Whatever you want.”

Lin Fan withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to its usual casualness.

“But come find me when you wake up. There’s something important to discuss.”

Chu Chen crunched the last bit of candy in his mouth, hummed in acknowledgment, and walked toward the command center.

After a few steps, he suddenly paused.

“Oh, right, Lei Li.”

Chu Chen did not turn around, his voice very soft.

“That energy potion of yours—I’m not sure what to call it, but its energy pattern is quite intriguing.”

“It’s like some kind of… biological metabolic byproduct.”