320: A clash at the level of universal laws!

"Original... code?"

The Dimensional Cleaner's vortex-like head emitted a 'clack-clack' sound, similar to a hard drive read/write error.

Its previously emotionless synthetic voice now carried a hint of... fear.

"This is impossible."

"Universe 9832 is merely an abandoned petri dish."

"How could it possibly birth... an individual with 'genesis authority'?"

It was retreating.

The foot (a jumble of garbled code) that had stepped into the temple instinctively recoiled half a step.

Lu Chen keenly observed this subtle movement.

"What? Scared?"

Lu Chen smiled.

He spread his palm, and the golden 'pangu' character slowly rotated in his hand, its emitted light instantly stabilizing the surrounding collapsing space.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now?"

"Weren't you going to format everything?"

Lu Chen took a step forward.

Golden Lotuses bloomed in the void beneath his feet, each step landing precisely on a node of the rules.

"Come on, continue."

"I just got the administrator account and haven't tried it out yet."

"Arrogant!"

The cleaner was enraged.

Or rather, its core logic could not tolerate such provocation.

"Even if you possess the Original Code, you are merely a low-dimensional creature."

"Authority requires computational power to support it!"

"Executing command: Global Logic Collapse!"

Boom—!

The cleaner's blurry body suddenly exploded, transforming into billions of gray data streams that, like a swarm of locusts, instantly covered all of Asgard.

This was not an energy attack.

This was—**definition erasure**.

"Ah! My hand! My hand is gone!"

Wang Peng let out a scream. He was horrified to find his right hand turning transparent. It wasn't severed, but rather as if he had never grown that hand; the tactile memory was disappearing.

He was horrified to find his right hand turning transparent. It wasn't severed, but rather as if he had never grown that hand; the tactile memory was disappearing.

"This... is this concept deletion?"

Su Qingying's face was pale; the data pad in her hand had turned into nothingness. "It's denying our existence from a 'definition' level!"

"Interesting."

Facing the overwhelming gray torrent, Lu Chen not only didn't dodge but closed his eyes instead.

He was feeling.

Feeling the cheers of the system named pangu within him at this moment.

"System, take over the battlefield."

Lu Chen silently chanted in his mind.

[Ding! Authority confirmed.]

[Developer Mode: On.]

[Current Environment: High-Dimensional Recycle Bin.]

[Loading... genesis module.]

Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

His left eye gleamed golden like the great sun, his right eye shimmered silver like the cold moon.

He extended a finger and lightly tapped at the vast gray torrent.

"I say."

"Let there be light."

Buzz—!!!

There was no logic to explain it.

Nor any conservation of energy to speak of.

The moment that finger was extended, the previously lifeless temple, which was being swallowed by gray, suddenly erupted with infinite golden light!

The light was overwhelmingly dominant.

It didn't illuminate the darkness; it **replaced** the darkness.

All the gray data streams, upon encountering the golden light, were like ice and snow meeting boiling water.

A continuous 'sizzle' filled the air.

The deleted items returned.

Wang Peng's hand reappeared, and Su Qingying's data pad was as good as new.

Even the corroded patterns on the temple walls became resplendent and golden again.

"Ctrl+Z (Undo)?"

Wang Peng was dumbfounded. "Is Brother Chen playing Photoshop?"

"No."

The cleaner's voice was filled with horror; the scattered gray garbled code frantically retracted, attempting to recondense into shape.

"This is... Causal Rewriting!"

"You are modifying my operation log! You are tampering with reality!"

"You got it right."

Lu Chen stood in the center of the light, his robes fluttering without wind, like a true Divine King.

"Too bad, no prize."

He extended his hand again, clenching it in the void towards the cleaner.

"Just now, you used 'delete'."

"Now, it's my turn."

Lu Chen's lips curved into a cruel smile.

"Command: Copy."

"Command: Paste."

"As long as I don't say stop, you will keep... splitting!"

Before he finished speaking.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The cleaner, which was attempting to escape, suddenly convulsed violently.

Immediately after.

Poof!

Next to it, an identical cleaner appeared out of thin air.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Two became four, four became eight... in the blink of an eye, the entire great hall was packed with thousands of "Dimensional Cleaners"!

"What... what is this?!"

The original cleaner's body let out a collapsing shriek, "My computational power! My logical core is going to explode! Stop it, quick!!"

It originally possessed immense computational power, capable of crushing everything.

But now, Lu Chen forcibly created countless clones for it, instantly maxing out its memory!

It was like an old computer being forced to open ten thousand browser windows by malicious software.

Crashing was the only outcome.

"Stop?"

Lu Chen crossed his arms, watching the cleaners, who were crammed together, devouring each other, and throwing errors, with a playful expression.

"I just said."

"This is my playground."

"If I don't say stop, who dares to stop?"

"Rumble—!!!"

Finally.

Accompanied by a dimension-shattering roar.

That arrogant Dimensional Cleaner, along with its countless clones, completely collapsed.

They exploded into a mass of primitive, meaningless garbled fragments, scattering like snowflakes throughout the temple.

The battle ended.

Lu Chen hadn't even moved a single step.

This was a Dimensionality Reduction Strike.

Except this time, it was Lu Chen's Dimensionality Reduction Strike against the so-called divine beings.

"Gulp."

Ye Qingcang swallowed, picking up the sword from the ground. "This... is it over just like that?"

"Otherwise?"

Lu Chen turned around, the divine light in his eyes slowly receding, returning to his usual carefree demeanor.

"Antivirus software is powerful."

"But as long as its operating memory is full, it's just scrap metal."

He walked to the pile of garbled fragments, squatted down, and picked up a crystal that was still emitting a faint glow.

That was the cleaner's core.

"heavenly craft."

"Here, Father."

"Eat this thing."

Lu Chen tossed the crystal into the void. "This is the core code of a High-Dimensional Firewall, very nourishing."

"Yes!"

After dealing with the spoils, Lu Chen clapped his hands and looked at Su Qingying.

Su Qingying was staring at Lu Chen, her eyes complex.

"What's wrong, wife? Are you impressed by my handsomeness?"

Su Qingying shook her head, her voice a little tight:

"Lu Chen, have you ever considered a question?"

"What?"

"The cleaner said before it died that 'Original Code' is the genesis authority."

"And your system is called 'Future Tech', with the core codename 'pangu'."

Su Qingying took a deep breath, pointing to the even deeper void above their heads.

"pangu created heaven and earth."

"If this universe is made of code."

"Then..."

"The person who wrote this 'pangu' code."

"That is, the 'person' who sent you to this world and gave you the system."

"Who exactly is it?"

Lu Chen's smile slowly froze.

He looked up at the endless darkness.

An unprecedented shiver ran from his spine straight to the crown of his head.

Indeed.

Who had the authority to... write a 'genesis program' for a universe?

Just then.

Deep within that void, a line of text suddenly lit up.

Not code, not runes.

But neatly written... Chinese characters.

[Newbie tutorial ended.]

[Welcome, player Lu Chen, to... the official server.]