273: Chapter 275 removes the concept of "God" from the universe.

What kind of terror was that?

The moment Jiang Chen pressed the button, the fundamental laws of the universe collapsed.

It wasn't an explosion, nor were there any grand audiovisual effects.

It was more like... a "division" on a logical level.

It was like a rigorous system of equations where the core variable had been artificially deleted.

Across the entire Milky Way Galaxy, and even in the vast star regions behind the abyss, every civilization that called itself a "God" or ran rampant in the universe by relying on the ability to modify rules was, in that second, completely... "uninstalled."

Yes, uninstalled.

The feeling was like a player playing a game with all visual effects set to maximum, when the computer suddenly popped up a prompt: [Your graphics card driver has stopped working].

The once magnificent mothership was no longer a miracle defying gravity.

It began to rust rapidly.

Because the "anti-oxidation rule" had been deleted from that civilization's cognition, it became no different from any pile of scrap metal on Earth.

The "God" who could originally distort space at will, while waving his scepter in preparation to launch an attack, suddenly discovered that the "dimensional manipulation technique" he had once been so proud of had turned into a pile of meaningless garbled code, unable to even touch the logic of basic mathematics.

"Bzz — —"

The lights in the command room began to flicker, then went out completely.

The Commander, originally composed of high-dimensional particles, felt its body rapidly collapse and rot the moment it lost the definition of "divinity," revealing the frail biological structure underneath that struggled even to stand.

It fell to the ground, its three eyes filled with terror.

"Th-this... what is going on?!"

It trembled and wanted to raise its tentacles to launch a psychic attack, only to find that its thought circuits were stuck on the most basic neural reflex arc.

"Where is my power?!"

It roared madly, but its voice no longer possessed the power to be directly instilled into consciousness; instead, it had turned into a pale, powerless throat resonance.

"That is the power of the rules... He deleted our divinity!"

In the corner of the command room, a young recorder watched its palm gradually transform back into the five-fingered human shape, the terror in its eyes reaching its peak.

"We... have become mortals?"

"No! This is impossible! We are the highest-ranking God-level Civilization!"

He tried to operate the main console of the warship next to him, but when his palm slapped against the touchscreen, only a comical error icon popped up on the screen:

[System Failure: No valid protocol detected, please check your operating permissions.]

"No permissions?"

The Commander finally broke down. It scratched its face frantically, looking at the group of subordinates who had also lost their superpowers and were collapsing one after another because they couldn't maintain their physical forms, its heart filled with despair.

"That is Jiang Chen..."

"That man named Jiang Chen, he just now... treated himself as the programmer of the universe."

"He patched this universe directly and... disabled the permissions of 'God'."

Right at the center of this chaos.

The mothership that was originally capable of destroying the Milky Way Galaxy began to shake violently due to the loss of its gravity maintenance system, and the layer of seemingly indestructible material armor on the bulkhead fell off like withered leaves at this moment.

This collapse was a chain reaction.

It wasn't just this mothership.

At this very moment, in every corner of the Milky Way Galaxy, countless "advanced civilizations" hiding behind the scenes were experiencing the same tragedy.

They fell from the clouds.

They fell back from eternity into death.

Their extremely vast computing power was "reset to zero" in that instant, becoming the most basic arithmetic problems, or even... idiots who couldn't do anything.

And the culprit behind all this, Jiang Chen, was standing on the deck of the luan bird, holding the now cold Law of Causality controller in his hand.

He turned his head to look at Academician Chen Shuyin beside him.

Academician Chen Shuyin's glasses were half-shattered, but her eyes, watching the data on the screen, were as bright as if she were seeing the true face of the Creator.

"Jiang Chen, you did it."

She gently pushed up her broken glasses, looking at the red dots on the screen that were flashing crazily and had lost their energy signatures; the shock left her almost speechless:

"You pulled them... down from the altar."

"Now, they are the same as us; they will get sick, they will get hurt, they will age, and they might even die from being pricked by a needle."

Jiang Chen did not feel much excitement.

He simply put the controller into his spatial storage, like disposing of a dead battery that had lost its power.

"God?"

Jiang Chen sneered, looking at the enemy ships outside the window that were falling one after another due to the loss of "divine power," his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather.

"In this world, the so-called 'Gods' are nothing more than a bunch of monkeys who got a head start."

"Since they want to play a game."

"Then I will set the new rules."

"From now on, the only law of this universe is — — Science."

"Or rather, it is the rules of me, Jiang Chen."

He turned around and looked at the communication channel, where distress signals from all sectors of the Galactic Federation were flashing frantically.

Because the suppression of the "God-level Civilization" was gone, the civilizations that had originally been trembling and kept in captivity by them finally had a chance to breathe, but they had also fallen into a kind of indescribable panic.

Without "The Keeper," is this universe going to be in chaos?

"It won't be chaotic."

Jiang Chen spoke into the communicator, dropping a sentence indifferently:

"As long as they are within the range of gravity I can cover, whoever dares to cause chaos, I will make them — —"

"Learn how to behave."

He looked at the group of collapsing enemies, his eyes devoid of any pity.

How many lives had these civilizations harvested, and how many extinction-level disasters had they created? Now, they must pay it all back in full.

However, he was not interested in chasing down these losers who had lost their superpowers.

His gaze fell on the far left of the command console.

There, Pikachu was sleeping, its tail twitching uneasily, as if it were electrocuting something in its dream.

"Old Zhao."

Jiang Chen suddenly spoke, "How is the situation on Mars?"

Zhao Gang quickly stood straight and gave a military salute: "Report, Boss, everything at the Mars Base is normal! The first batch of sweet potatoes has been planted, and the alien coolies are working very actively; after all, we provide meals."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"That's good."

"After this bunch of God-level Civilization collapses, the universe will definitely be chaotic for a while."

"There's no need for us to wade into muddy waters."

"Speed up the immigration progress and let the core productivity of the Dragon Kingdom be transferred to Mars as soon as possible."

"Remember."

He walked to the porthole, looking at the enemy star region where the starlight was gradually extinguishing, his eyes revealing an unprecedented ambition.

"In this universe, only those who grow sweet potatoes are the final winners."

"Whoever controls the energy."

"Whoever controls the productivity."

"Whoever is the true... God."

Listening to his words and looking at the man who seemed to already view the universe as something in his pocket, the emotion named "worship" in Academician Chen Shuyin's heart was almost drowning her.

Once upon a time, he was just a poor student bent over by life.

And now.

With one word, he can make a god.

By raising his hand, he can kill a god.

This span, this transformation, was simply a living myth.

"Oh, right."

Jiang Chen seemed to have thought of something, his brows suddenly furrowing.

"That bunch of 'The Sweepers' has retreated, and we still have quite a few prisoners on this warship. What should we do with these aliens?"

"Throw them away?" Zhao Gang asked.

"What a waste to throw them away."

Jiang Chen pointed at the prisoners who were still trembling, revealing an evil smile:

"Let Academician Chen arrange a schedule for them and see what they are good at."

"Those who can fly spaceships will go deliver packages."

"Those who can fight will go be bodyguards."

"As for those who only know how to do scientific research..."

Jiang Chen rubbed his chin, "It just so happens that we still need to build the Space Elevator, so let them go lay bricks for me!"

Academician Chen Shuyin, listening from the side, felt the corners of her mouth twitching.

If these thousand-plus tech elites of the God-level Civilization knew that their final destination was to lay bricks, they would probably be so angry they would commit mass suicide.

But Jiang Chen obviously didn't think so.

He looked at those aliens as if he were looking at a pile of raw, unprocessed materials.

Is this the logic of a capitalist?

This is simply — — squeezing out every single atom!

"Alright, stop dawdling here."

Jiang Chen turned around and strode towards the lounge.

"I'm going to take a rest for a while."

"Just now, for that Law of Causality strike, I exhausted my lifetime's worth of logical capacity."

"If anyone comes to knock on the door..."

Jiang Chen turned back and revealed a 'nuclear' smile to the crowd who hadn't reacted yet:

"No matter who it is, no matter what she is holding, even if she comes with a marriage certificate, you must — —"

"Refuse her at the door."

"Even if the Empress comes in person..."

"She has to ask my... 'Law of Causality Bug Remover' if it agrees!"

After speaking, the door closed heavily.

Only the core team of the Dragon Kingdom was left looking at each other, staring at the pile of warship wrecks that had gone limp due to the loss of divine power, unable to speak for a long time.

And at this very moment.

In the command room, a certain deep-space radar that had originally gone out suddenly started ringing again.

It was a set of data completely different from before.

Faint.

Even... carrying a kind of "overlap" in frequency.

"Wait!"

Academician Chen Shuyin grabbed the detector abruptly; the fear in her eyes hadn't yet faded when it was replaced once again by an even more eerie confusion.

She looked at the waveform chart, her voice even carrying a trace of trembling:

"Jiang Chen! You... you look at this quickly!"

"After that The Sweepers was crippled by you just now..."

"The encrypted signal it sent last..."

"It doesn't seem to be a distress signal to its home planet."

Jiang Chen had just wanted to lie down, but upon hearing this, he climbed back up, his brows furrowed tightly: "Who was it sent to?"

Academician Chen Shuyin looked at the coordinates on the screen, as if a piece of ice was stuck in her throat:

"It was sent to... that unspeakable... 'The Keeper'."

"In other words..."

"We beat that watchdog."

"And now..."

"That Keeper... is on the way here."

On the screen.

In that completely dead cosmic space.

A huge palm, as vast as a nebula.

Was slowly, silently...

Pushing aside all the nebulae.

Grabbing fiercely towards the direction of the Solar System!