251: Chapter 252 The entire advanced civilization fleet was wiped out; cause of death: diarrhea.

The Sweepers' flagship lay across the sea of stars like a star.

It was a behemoth forged from the most cutting-edge metals in the entire sector, with a hull strength capable of withstanding the impact of stellar storms.

At this moment, the red alert lights in the command center were flashing frantically.

The command center, originally cold, rigorous, and filled with computational logic, had descended into an extremely bizarre chaos.

"Beep—!"

"Commander Sargs' vital signs detected as abnormal!"

"Recommendation: Activate full-automatic medical pod immediately! Repeat, extremely dangerous gastrointestinal disorder detected, pressing against the central nervous system!"

In front of the main console, Commander Sargs, that mass composed of countless tiny particles, was trembling violently.

Its originally stable and regular particle body, due to the frantic leakage of internal energy, became intermittent, flashing like a faulty light bulb.

"Wh-what kind of attack is this?!"

Sargs let out the most desperate electronic roar of its life. "I clearly activated the multi-dimensional protective shield! Even a supernova explosion couldn't shake me in the slightest!"

"Why..."

"Why is there suddenly an urge to excrete in my biological logic?!"

Its tentacles swept wildly across the console; it was an uncontrollable muscle spasm.

Meanwhile, the entire fleet's channel was in a complete mess.

"Adjutant! I... I can't do it! My thruster control valve seems to be stuck by some kind of force field!"

"No! That's not a force field! I can't control my lower body! We need to cease fire immediately for physiological cleansing!"

"Help! My navigator has deviated from the scheduled route due to this continuous vibration!"

The entire army was wiped out.

In just an instant.

The Sweepers fleet, which once made countless civilizations tremble with fear, had now turned into a group of drunkards trying to hold back their bowels on the high seas.

Their proud tactical formations were scattered.

Their artillery fire, capable of extinguishing stars, was silenced.

Even that once arrogant flagship was crashing headlong into the orbit of an abandoned asteroid because the Commander could not stably operate the helm.

"Jiang Chen... what kind of sorcery did you use..."

Sargs let out one last mournful cry within its constantly flashing particle body.

No matter how its advanced quantum brain calculated, it could not understand this absurd logic of a "physical defense line being completely crushed by gastrointestinal peristalsis."

"Boom!"

A dull and awkward collision sound.

Due to a misoperation caused by the Commander's severe abdominal cramps, the flagship crashed into the asteroid.

This impact had no heroic epic to it.

It simply smashed through the flagship's fragile engine room.

And so, the most ironic scene unfolded.

This super warship, which had destroyed countless civilizations, was not blown up by missiles or melted by lasers, but slid directly into a gravity trap because the entire crew was in an "extremely helpless" state.

A chain reaction of explosions occurred.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That was the sound of fuel tanks detonating one after another.

Brilliant fireworks exploded in the Kuiper Belt, like a grand, cheap-feeling funeral.

Inside the command room.

Academician Chen Shuyin stared at the enemy fleet signal that had vanished from the screen, completely stunned.

She pushed up her glasses and rubbed her temples; her originally calm brain was now stuffed with mush.

"Jiang Chen."

She asked in an extremely complex, incredulous, and even slightly trembling voice:

"Is this what you called... the Law of Causality strike?"

"The 'logic' you added to them, could it be that you made every crew member of the entire fleet, at the same time..."

She really couldn't bring herself to say that vulgar term from the mouth of a top scientist like her.

Jiang Chen, however, shrugged as if it were a matter of course.

He tossed the rusty remote control onto the table, as if he hadn't just commanded an interstellar massacre.

"What else?"

Jiang Chen turned his head, looking at Academician Chen Shuyin's shocked expression, and smiled brightly.

"As long as I set it so that they have to have diarrhea now, then they absolutely won't be able to hold it in."

"Whatever armor, whatever shield, whatever hyper-dimensional defense."

"In the face of physiological instinct, it's all trash."

"You have to know, in this universe, there is no enemy that cannot be solved."

"If it can't be solved, it must be because the 'punishment' you gave them wasn't disgusting enough."

"Although this weapon is a bit dirty..."

Jiang Chen walked to the porthole, looking at the void being filled with firelight, and tapped the windowsill lightly, making a crisp sound.

"But I admit, this thing."

"It really feels good."

Academician Chen Shuyin looked at his breezy demeanor, then looked at the Pikachu next to him, who was still looking adorable and chewing on a battery with relish.

She suddenly felt that this world was too absurd.

Or rather.

It was this man named Jiang Chen who was too absurd.

He alone, possessing a group of unreliable teammates, an electric-eating mouse, and a wife who only thought about rebelling, actually ended up unifying the Milky Way Galaxy.

What kind of magical script is this?

"Where to next?"

Academician Chen Shuyin put down the recorder; she was too lazy to think about the logic behind it anymore. Following this man, she had long since learned what it meant to "unconditionally believe in the boundaries of science."

"Where to?"

Jiang Chen stretched and yawned, his eyes revealing a hint of bored calm.

"To Centaurus."

"Our mine is still there; we have to go check on it, don't let outsiders steal it."

"Also..."

Jiang Chen added meaningfully:

"I always feel that those 'The Sweepers' who ran away should have a master behind them."

"Since we've already torn off the mask, we might as well play big."

"The Milky Way Galaxy is so big, there has to be a village chief, right?"

"I don't mind letting them change to a more polite village chief."

After saying this, he opened the hatch and turned to look at the endless galaxy outside.

The luan bird's engines roared again.

It not only wanted to fly, it wanted to fly into the deepest darkness.

That was where the true end of Jiang Chen's journey lay.

And behind him.

In the command room that had just been screaming because of diarrhea, everyone had quieted down.

They looked at Jiang Chen's back, and there was only one thing in their eyes.

It was an unshakable, firm faith called "following."

They were not following out of fear.

They were following because this man was truly... leading them to change the rules of the universe.

"Full speed ahead."

Jiang Chen gave a faint order to the blue afterglow in the sky.

The warship broke through the sky and left.

What was left behind was a legend that shocked the entire universe, and that piece of unofficial interstellar history about the "diarrhea-style collapse."

Who could have imagined.

The clash of civilizations would ultimately be decided by "diarrhea."

But what did that matter?

As long as the winner was Jiang Chen.

That was the best ending.

That night, the starlight of the Milky Way Galaxy seemed to dim a bit.

And that warship bearing the "Chenxing Technology" sign was like a sharp sword, fiercely stabbing into the heart of this cold universe.

No one knew.

When this so-called "village chief" truly ascended to the position.

What this dark forest would actually become.

At least for now.

It would only become more... hot and lively.

Because Jiang Chen had already started planning the location for the next "live streaming sales" on the star map.

"Next stop."

"Let's go to the Cyber Galaxy known as the 'Mechanical Purgatory'."

"I heard the robots there are quite intelligent."

"Just right..."

"My company is still short of a bunch of code writers."

After saying that, he strode towards the bridge.

Leaving behind only the crew members who had long been numb, standing in the wind, disheveled.

Boss, are you really trying to move the entire Milky Way Galaxy back to the Dragon Kingdom?