348: Destroy the hegemony of the "overseers"!

Atop the Crystal Summit, in the Supreme Temple.

The air here—if it could even be called air—was as thick as liquid mercury.

Every inch of space was filled with a suffocating pressure of rules.

But at this moment, that pressure was collapsing.

"You... you can't do this!"

The God Lord slumped on his throne, his once sacred and inviolable face now twisted like a gambler who had lost everything down to his underwear.

He stared fixedly at the black longsword pressed against the center of his brow.

The chaotic light flickering on the blade made the code deep within his soul tremble.

"I am the Supervisor! I am the cornerstone of the dimensions!"

"If I fall, the entire logic chain of the Multiverse will break! All the cosmic bubbles will collide and be destroyed!"

"You're committing suicide! You madman!"

The God Lord roared hysterically, trying to use "righteousness" to crush Lu Chen.

"The logic chain will break?"

Lu Chen smiled.

Holding his sword with one hand, he unhurriedly pulled a cigarette out of his pocket with the other.

In this sacred hall, he lit a cigarette filled with the mundane air of the mortal world.

"Phew—"

A cloud of smoke was exhaled onto the God Lord's pale face.

"Old man, don't think too highly of yourself."

Lu Chen flicked the ash, his gaze as contemptuous as if he were looking at a pile of non-recyclable trash.

"On Earth, there's a saying: 'The Earth keeps spinning no matter who leaves'."

"By the same token."

"Without you vampires, this universe will only spin more joyfully."

"As for the logic chain..."

Lu Chen looked up at the dense data core flowing like a galaxy above the hall.

"heavenly craft."

"I am here, Father."

heavenly craft's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the silver eyeball "001" in her hand.

"Take it over."

Lu Chen's voice was as cold as ice.

"Uninstall this old, decayed, broken system filled with enslavement clauses for me."

"Then, install our 'patch'."

"Yes!"

heavenly craft raised her hands high, and the "001" in her hand instantly erupted with a brilliant silver light, shooting straight toward the temple dome!

"No!!!"

The God Lord let out a desperate scream.

He wanted to resist, to detonate the core, to take everyone down with him.

But Lu Chen's sword steadily pressed down on his vital point.

The strands of "pangu" code invading his body locked down all his permissions like chains.

He could only watch helplessly.

Watching as the white data stream representing the supreme authority of the "Supervisor" was devoured, assimilated, and turned black bit by bit by the silver light.

[Warning! Administrator authority transfer in progress...]

[Warning! Underlying protocol rewrite...]

[Original Rules: Survival of the fittest, civilization cultivation.]

[New Rule Writing: ...]

On the hall's screen, four golden, Earth-style characters suddenly jumped out:

**[Free Growth]**.

"Rumble—!!!"

As the new rules took effect, the entire crystal tower began to vibrate violently.

The "vampire pipes" connected to various cosmic bubbles all snapped in an instant!

Hundreds of millions of golden points of origin light, freed from their shackles, surged back to their original homes like a sky full of fireflies.

The Multiverse was boiling... "What... what is going on?"

Low-dimensional civilizations that were suffering from natural disasters or facing destruction suddenly found the haze above their heads had dispersed.

Dried-up stars began to burn again.

Collapsing space became stable once more.

The feeling of "being harvested" that had hung over their heads for billions of years completely vanished.

"The gods... have fallen?"

Countless beings knelt on the ground, their faces covered in tears.

And on the Abyss Battlefield.

The Earth warriors who were fighting to the death against the Celestial God Guard were surprised to find the enemy's movements had stopped.

Those once invincible giants of light suddenly became like puppets with their strings cut, falling from the sky one by one and shattering into pieces.

"We won?"

Ye Qingcang wiped the blood from his face, looking at the distant tower that was changing color.

The originally pure white and holy crystal tower was now turning... black-gold at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That was the livery of the Earth Federation.

"We won!!! Commander Lu won!!!"

"We've poked a hole through the heavens!!!"

Cheers swept through the entire High-Dimensional Battlefield like a tsunami... Inside the temple.

The light on the God Lord's body completely went out.

He turned into a withered, stooped old man who looked as if he would fall apart with a single puff of wind.

Having lost his authority, he couldn't even maintain his form.

"You... you've destroyed everything..."

The God Lord lay on the ground, his voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

"Without order, the universe will fall into chaos... you will regret this..."

"Chaos?"

Lu Chen sheathed his sword and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Multiverse below that was undergoing a drastic change.

Although there was no longer a unified dispatch, and although collisions occurred in some places.

Every planet was radiating an unprecedented vitality.

That was the vitality of life.

"Chaos is a ladder for life."

Lu Chen said indifferently with his back to the God Lord.

"I can't give them absolute peace."

"But I've given them the right to choose."

"Whether it's war or peace, life or death."

"From now on, they will decide for themselves."

Lu Chen turned around and looked at the old man who was about to dissipate.

"As for you."

"As a remnant of the old era, there's no need for you to take up memory in this new world."

Lu Chen snapped his fingers.

"Wang Peng."

"Hey! Coming, Brother Chen!"

Wang Peng ran in eagerly, still holding a large woven bag in his hand.

"Pack up this old fellow."

"Hang him on the 'South Heaven Gate' later."

"As a streetlamp."

"Let all who come after see."

"This is the fate of those who want to be 'gods'."

"Got it! I'm an expert at this!"

Wang Peng gave a mischievous smile and, ignoring the God Lord's wails, stuffed him directly into the bag and tied a dead knot.

Having dealt with all this.

Lu Chen let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt as if the mountain that had been pressing on his shoulders for ten thousand years had finally been lifted.

Su Qingying walked to his side and gently took his hand.

Her palm was also sweaty, but her eyes were full of pride.

"Is it over?" she asked.

Lu Chen looked out the window at the high-dimensional territory that now fully belonged to the Earth Federation.

Looking at the cheering warriors, and at the new world that was full of hope even in chaos.

He smiled.

He shook his head.

"For the 'Supervisor', it's over."

"But for us..."

Lu Chen raised his head, his gaze not lingering on the High-Dimensional World, but looking toward the even more distant and profound... outside the screen.

There, it seemed an invisible pair of eyes was watching all of this.

Lu Chen's gaze became deeper than ever before.

"Qingying, have you ever thought about it?"

"If this universe is a program."

"Then..."

"The 'person' who wrote the program and gave the 'pangu' system to me."

"He..."

"Is he watching us right now?"

Su Qingying was stunned, her hair standing on end.

"You mean..."

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and toward the void, or perhaps toward some unknowable dimension, he gently raised a wine glass (which had appeared in his hand at some point).

"The game is cleared."

"If you don't come out for a meeting."

"Wouldn't that be a bit..."

"Impolite?"