266: Chapter 268 A God-Level Civilization Wants to Harvest Earth? Did They Ask Me?

"Run?" Jiang Chen sat in the Commander's chair of the warship, toying with that rusty remote control, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

The cynical smile on his lips looked particularly chilling under the dim lights of the command room.

"That word doesn't exist in my dictionary."

"Besides, I haven't even played my trump card yet. If I ran now, wouldn't that make me seem very impolite?"

"And…"

Jiang Chen looked at the red dots getting closer outside the window, "Since this bunch of 'The Keeper' has already sniffed me out and come knocking, if I retreat today, they'll probably just flip my Moon Base over next time they come."

Zhao Gang stood behind him, his face tense, his palms sweating.

Although he had an almost blind worship of Jiang Chen, this was a God-level Civilization! Those were monsters capable of rewriting reality through data, the legendary harvesters.

"Boss, although our 'luan bird' is strong, it's designed for the low-dimensional technology of the Wasteland. The opponent is a ruthless character that can even modify dimensions. Can we really win?"

Jiang Chen did not answer directly.

He just stood up and walked to the rusty Law of Causality controller.

"Have you ever seen someone use insecticide to slaughter biochemical viruses?"

"Have you ever seen someone use a clothes iron to flatten a two-dimensional foil?"

"My biggest hobby is—using the most unreasonable methods to terminate those powerhouses who think they are very reasonable."

Jiang Chen's voice was soft, yet carried a bone-deep arrogance, "For these so-called higher civilizations, logic is the source of their power. Since they talk about logic, let's teach them a lesson."

"What is—the Law of Causality."

Meanwhile.

In deep space millions of kilometers away, the sweeping fleet of that God-level Civilization had entered attack range.

Countless ghost-green rays tore through the vacuum, aimed directly at the newly built Chenxing Base on the Far Side of the Moon.

That was a true "beam of destruction."

The energy contained in every ray was enough to instantly evaporate the crust of an Earth-like planet. This was the daily routine of a God-level Civilization; they didn't need missiles, they didn't need warships, they just needed a light tap to complete a "species cleanup."

"High-energy particle stream detected."

"Estimated impact on shields in three seconds."

Academician Chen Shuyin's voice echoed in the channel. Although she tried her best to remain calm, the trembling tail of her voice still betrayed the despair in her heart.

Three seconds.

Not enough time to activate any complex defense array.

Jiang Chen laughed.

He looked at that rusty remote, a flash of madness in his eyes.

"Three seconds?"

"Too long."

Jiang Chen stretched out his finger and pressed it on that red, slightly dented button due to rust.

His movements were slow, firm, and filled with an inexplicable sense of ritual belonging to a "cheater."

"I say…"

"Your luck today is not very good."

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of the button being triggered, through the broadcast system of the luan bird, sent an extremely eerie signal across all universal bands.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

At the moment when those thousands of beams capable of destroying a star system were about to touch the outer shields of the base.

A miracle happened.

No, that was not a miracle.

That was—the betrayal of logic.

The green beams, which were originally straight, precise, and capable of piercing through all matter, suddenly turned in the air for no reason, as if they had a life of their own.

It was as if someone had installed an extremely cheap, even slightly impure "turn compensator" for them in mid-air.

"Sizzle—"

Those destructive energy beams, just one meter away from the base's shield, like drunkards, twisted and bypassed the base.

Not only did they fail to hit the target, but because the deflection angle was too large, they slammed directly into the other side of their own fleet's warships.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Everyone in the command room widened their eyes, watching this completely insane scene.

The sweeping fleet of that God-level Civilization was actually killing each other like crazy without any external interference.

The flagship's cannons turned and blasted at the frigates.

The shields on the frigates turned off for no reason.

There were even a few huge motherships that, due to a logic error in their propulsion systems, rammed directly into the arms of their companions, like a pile of scrapped soda cans, instantly shattering into countless burning metal fragments.

"This… this is…"

Academician Chen Shuyin held onto the console, her glasses sliding off the bridge of her nose and hitting the operation panel, but she didn't even notice.

She looked at the chaotic battlefield on the screen, her brain completely stopped working, "This is the Law of Causality?! You forcibly modified their combat logic?!"

"No."

Jiang Chen put away the remote control, shoved his hand back into his pocket, looking calm and relaxed, "I just added a buff called 'bad luck' to them."

"Under this buff, all hit rates must be zero."

"All error rates must be 100%."

He watched the one-sided war of self-destruction and sighed softly:

"Being a god is really tiring."

"Wanting to fight a war requires changing settings; there's no game experience at all."

And in the flagship of that fleet.

The Commander of The Sweepers, composed of particles, was now on the verge of collapse.

It watched its own fleet turn into balls of space junk in just a few minutes due to inexplicable cannon deflection, power furnace strikes, and even bizarre malfunctions in the autopilot programs.

It waved its tentacles in despair, wanting to send a message to headquarters, wanting to roar, wanting to figure out which dimension this bug was from.

But it couldn't do anything.

Because it didn't even have the strength to lift its tentacles—just a moment ago, its logic core had a "serious program compatibility issue," causing it to forget how to control its own body.

Looking at the once arrogant mothership, cracking, collapsing, and finally turning into tiny specks of dust in the mutual slaughter.

Jiang Chen waved his hand at the screen, just like saying goodbye to a distant neighbor.

"Take care, I won't see you out."

"Remember to leave the address of your home planet; next time I won't go to fight, I'll go to 'restock'."

The command room was dead silent.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Jiang Chen with the eyes of looking at a monster.

They had thought Jiang Chen would win.

They had also thought he would crush the opponent with black technology.

But they never thought that this so-called "arrival of a God-level Civilization" would end in such a funny way of "everyone having diarrhea together" or "beating themselves to death."

Zhao Gang wiped the sweat off his face, his tone extremely complicated:

"Boss, this weapon… this is too dirty."

"It's simply an insult to the intelligence of those researchers!"

Jiang Chen shrugged indifferently.

He leaned back on the captain's chair, and somehow a skewer of grilled gluten, quickly charged with Mars energy, appeared in his hand.

"Dirty?"

Jiang Chen chewed the gluten, showing an extremely annoying smile:

"Isn't that just right?"

"I just like the way you can't stand me, yet can't get rid of me."

He looked at the universe outside the window that had returned to darkness.

That wall was still standing there.

But Jiang Chen knew.

That wall could no longer stop him.

He casually opened the holographic communication terminal and contacted the "Empress" who was on the Wasteland, commanding an army of ten million machines to advance toward that broader, more dangerous, but also more fertile galaxy.

"Jiang Wanqiu."

His voice, through the cross-dimensional signal, carried a bit of fanatical desire for conquest:

"The first wave of 'gift-givers' has been dealt with."

"Next…"

"It's our turn to go 'visit' these The Keeper."

"Ready your sword."

"Because the road ahead might…"

"Be a little bloody."

Jiang Wanqiu laughed on the other end, her laughter carrying a chilling sweetness:

"I can't wait, Father God."

"This time, I want to bring that 'janitor'."

"After all, no matter how many hunters there are, we can give them… a bath."

Jiang Chen hung up the communication.

The engines of the luan bird roared again, charging into the deeper darkness with a wild energy that wanted to turn the sea of stars upside down.

And in the corner of this spaceship.

Pikachu lay on the remaining titanium alloy plate, yawned, and seemed very bored with this "fishing" game.

It shook its head, and its lightning tail flicked gently.

And at the tip of that tail.

A cluster of extremely faint, not belonging to this universe… electric light.

Was silently igniting the door to a higher dimension.

Crisis.

Never really disappeared.

It just changed into a crazier form, waiting for Jiang Chen.

And Jiang Chen.

Had long since buried the bomb in the pit.

Whoever dares to show their head.

Whoever must die.