93: You dare call yourself "I"?

That wasn't a sound.

It was the universe collapsing in his ear.

"Who... are you?"

An ancient, vast, and cold will, impossible to describe in words, plunged into Chen Mo's soul like a red-hot steel needle.

The air in the entire basement instantly solidified.

No, the entire space trembled and submitted under that will.

Su Qingxue's face turned ashen in an instant; she felt like an ant thrown into a ten-thousand-meter deep sea, surrounded by terrifying water pressure that could crush her soul into powder.

Nightingale, who had just propped herself halfway up from the ground, spewed another mouthful of blood under this will.

Her eyes, burning with the flames of revenge, instantly dimmed.

Even Zhao Dahai, who had passed out, twitched unconsciously, as if experiencing the most terrifying nightmare.

"How dare you... touch... My sovereignty?"

Before Chen Mo's eyes, the scene changed.

He saw it.

He saw an boundless, dark sea of stars formed from the corpses of stars.

Brilliant civilizations were born before his eyes, then, like dust, were gently wiped away by an invisible hand.

Mountains collapsed, oceans evaporated, and time flowed backward.

He saw an enormous dark silhouette, whose majesty was beyond words, seated on a throne forged from the skeletons of stars.

That broken crown rested on the head of that dark silhouette.

"Mortal."

"Witness My greatness."

"And then, turn to dust."

That will wasn't attacking him.

It was... demonstrating.

In the most arrogant and unquestionable way, it displayed the gap between a god and an ant.

It intended to use the cosmic power of creation and destruction to utterly crush Chen Mo's newly reshaped soul, which still carried a hint of human warmth.

However.

There was not a ripple on Chen Mo's face.

He looked at the collapsing sea of stars, at the civilizations turning into dust one by one.

There wasn't even a ripple in his god-like eyes.

"Is this your 'sovereignty'?"

His voice was light, yet like a sharp scalpel, it precisely dissected the magnificent outer layer composed of cosmic power.

"A hollow shell... built up with illusions of time and projections of energy."

"..."

That vast will, for the first time, paused briefly.

"You, can see through My origin?"

"Origin?"

Chen Mo smiled.

His "Eye of Judgment" had already pierced through the layers of cosmic illusion.

He saw the truest thing behind that throne, beneath that crown.

That wasn't a god.

That was a chaotic, incorporeal... "consciousness aggregate" formed by pure negative concepts such as "greed," "arrogance," and "possessiveness."

It did not create civilizations.

It only devoured civilizations.

It was like a cosmic parasite, implanting its will into civilizations with great power, draining them, and then turning their history into its own medals.

"All I see is a thief."

Chen Mo's voice was like a cold judgment.

"A wretch who stole the achievements of countless civilizations, then wore them as his own clothes."

"Presumptuous!!!"

That will was finally completely enraged!

The entire basement shook violently!

A mental storm a hundred times larger than before erupted!

"Ant! I shall banish your soul to the end of time, never to reincarnate!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Mo slowly raised his head.

His gaze pierced through the endless dark sea of stars, looking directly at the giant dark silhouette seated on the throne.

"You are not worthy to call yourself 'I'?"

As soon as his voice fell!

From Chen Mo's body, a completely different, yet equally domineering and unreasonable power of "law" erupted!

That was not the vastness of cosmic creation and destruction.

That was an absolute "human order" built on humanity as its foundation, causality as its chains, and judgment as its core!

"What... is this power?!"

That vast will, for the first time, carried an emotion called "terror"!

It found that its power, capable of crushing stars, melted away rapidly like ice meeting scorching sun the moment it touched Chen Mo's power!

"I said it."

Chen Mo walked step by step towards the broken crown.

The space around him began to distort.

The illusions of cosmic creation and destruction shattered inch by inch!

In their place was the human world.

It was bustling streets, brightly lit cities, and every vibrant soul striving for life.

"Your power comes from destruction."

"And my power..."

"Comes from protection."

"You like to see grand epics, you like to see the demise of civilizations."

"And I..."

Before Chen Mo's eyes appeared Zhao Dahai's perpetually grumbling face, Li Ke's excited gaze as he typed on the keyboard, and Su Qingxue's resolute back as she shielded him.

"I only like to see... these insignificant, tiny human fireworks."

He stretched out his hand.

Towards that crown emanating an endless ominous aura.

"Your sovereignty is built on corpses."

"And my judgment..."

"Is to seek justice for every soul you have crushed."

He slowly grasped the broken crown.

"No—!!!"

That vast will let out a shrill scream, unlike anything a living creature could make!

It felt itself being brutally dragged down from its lofty throne by a pair of invisible hands!

Dragged into the dirty mire of mortals, which it most despised!

"Don't you like to watch?"

Chen Mo's voice, like a devil's whisper, exploded in the core of that will!

"Now, I'll let you watch your fill!"

Boom—!

Chen Mo poured everything his "Eye of Judgment" had seen, Gao Fan's memories, the resentment of the twelve children, the despair of the eleven "doomsday clocks"... all the sins and punishments, all the joys and sorrows he had witnessed in these two lifetimes.

In this instant, all of it was brutally poured into that crown!

"What is this?!"

"A girl... crying desperately on a rainy night?"

"A boy... watching his parents slaughtered from inside a closet?"

"A man... betraying his faith for thirty million?"

"No! Don't let me see these! These dirty, insignificant, meaningless things!"

That vast will, for the first time, felt... pain!

Its consciousness, composed of pure concepts, was being frantically polluted and eroded by these seven emotions and six desires of "mortals" that it most despised!

"Do you see?"

Chen Mo held the violently trembling crown, his voice cold.

"What you destroyed was not dust."

"It was countless, vibrant... worlds like this."

"Stop! Stop! I command you to stop!"

"Now, you are not worthy to call yourself 'I'."

Chen Mo's five fingers tightened sharply!

"Crack—!"

On that indestructible crown, made of unknown material.

A tiny crack appeared.

"No—!!!"

That will let out a desperate wail!

It felt its origin being forcibly torn apart by an even more domineering force!

"I... I'll fight you to the death!"

The broken crown suddenly burst into a dazzling black light!

It broke free from Chen Mo's hand, and like a black meteor, instead of escaping, it shot with a self-destructive determination towards the closest, most perfect "vessel"!

That was Nightingale, who had just lost her faith, her mind, and whose soul was in its weakest state!

"Oh no!"

Su Qingxue cried out in alarm!

Nightingale knelt there, distraught, completely unaware of the deadly crisis!

The black light arrived in an instant!

It was about to plunge into her glabella!

"Ah—!"

Nightingale let out a heart-rending scream!

But that sound was not pain.

It was... anger!

She suddenly looked up, and in her eyes, which had lost their luster, raging flames reignited!

She actually used her last shred of will to desperately resist the invasion of that power at the soul level!

"Let go! Despicable vessel! How dare you resist Me?!"

"Get out of... my head!"

Blood flowed from all seven of Nightingale's orifices!

But she still desperately guarded her soul!

"A bit of backbone."

Chen Mo's voice sounded in her ear.

The next second.

A cold hand pressed on the top of her head.

"Too bad."

"You touched my... person."

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