350: All universes may develop freely and without infringing upon each other!

Darkness. Endless darkness.

That line of Song-typeface characters emitting a faint blue light was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads.

** [Progress: 1%... 2%...] **

As the progress bar ticked, a chilling sensation enveloped the entire scene.

It wasn't pain, nor was it suffocation.

It was... **forgetting**.

"Brother Chen... Why can't I remember my bank card password?"

Wang Peng (Fatty) grabbed his hair in terror, his voice choked with sobs, "My trillion... my money... they are disappearing! No, it's my memory of them that is disappearing!"

Ye Qingcang's hand holding the sword was also trembling.

"My sword... why does it feel lighter? My ten thousand years of sword-training memory... is blurring?"

This was a physical restart.

It wasn't just destroying matter; it was erasing "causality" and "data."

When the progress bar reached 100%, everything in this universe would return to zero, as if it had never existed.

"Enough."

Lu Chen stood in the center of the darkness, his body flickering like a holographic image with a bad connection.

But the light in his eyes was hotter than ever.

"Want to wipe the data and start over?"

Lu Chen suddenly raised his head, staring straight into the ethereal void.

Although he couldn't see that "player," he knew the other party was definitely watching.

"Have you asked for the opinion of this 'virus'?"

"pangu! Lock it down for me!"

** [Command: Logical Deadlock!] **

** [Object: Underlying Operating System!] **

Boom—!

Inside Lu Chen, the golden "pangu" system instantly disintegrated, turning into billions of golden data streams, madly rushing into that blue progress bar that was loading!

This wasn't an attack.

This was **"injection"**.

It was like throwing a handful of diamond grit into precision gears that were running!

"Zzzzzz—!!!"

A teeth-grinding friction sound came from the void.

That blue progress bar, which had been advancing at a constant speed, reached **99%** and then...

It stuck.

No matter how it flickered or struggled, that "99%" was like it had been welded there, motionless.

"Warning! System resource usage 100%!"

"Warning! Infinite loop! Unable to execute restart command!"

Those cold Song-typeface characters turned red, appearing somewhat flustered.

"Heh."

Lu Chen laughed.

Although his figure was somewhat illusory, that arrogant spirit hadn't diminished at all.

"What? Crashed?"

Lu Chen raised his middle finger at the void.

"My body right now has fused the resentment of billions of civilizations and the garbled code of the entire Multiverse."

"You want to restart?"

"Sure!"

Lu Chen suddenly opened his arms, embracing destruction.

"As long as you dare to press that confirm button."

"These garbled codes of mine will instantly overload your memory!"

"By then, it won't just be our 'program' that explodes."

"Even your 'computer'... that is, the High-Dimensional World where you are, will burn into scrap metal together!"

"Don't believe it?"

"Let's make a bet!"

Dead silence.

This time, it was a dead silence that truly crossed dimensions.

The "player" outside the screen seemed to have been shaken by Lu Chen's madness of taking everyone down with him.

He was hesitating.

He was calculating the gains and losses.

To clear a virus, is it worth burning the entire "host"?

One second.

Two seconds.

It felt like a century had passed.

Finally.

That red **[99%]** flickered a few times, and then... slowly disappeared.

Immediately after.

The darkness receded.

The starlight reappeared.

Wang Peng remembered his password, and Ye Qingcang gripped his sword tightly.

A new line of golden text, no longer in Song-typeface but carrying a sense of compromise, appeared in the void:

** [Abnormal data cannot be cleared.] **

** [Establishing isolation zone...] **

** [What do you want?] **

Seeing this line, Lu Chen let out a long breath.

He felt his back was soaked.

This was a huge gamble, and the stakes were the lives of the entire universe.

Fortunately, he won.

That "player" had backed down.

"What do I want?"

Lu Chen straightened his trench coat and sat back down on that administrator throne.

His expression returned to laziness, as if the madman from a moment ago wasn't him.

"It's simple."

Lu Chen held up three fingers.

"First."

"Revoke all 'Supervisor' mechanisms."

"Delete all those messy cleanup programs and 'raising gu' plans for me."

** [Allowed.] **

The golden text responded quickly.

"Second."

Lu Chen pointed to the vast Multiverse beneath his feet.

"Acknowledge our 'independence'."

"We are no longer your programs, no longer your lab rats."

"We are... independent civilizations."

** [...Allowed.] **

This time, the other party hesitated for a moment but still agreed.

"Third."

Lu Chen's eyes became incomparably serious.

His voice, through the restored rule network, instantly spread to every cosmic bubble and reached the ears of every living being.

"From today on."

"Establish a new supreme law."

"All universes, develop freely."

"Non-aggression, non-interference."

"You can watch the show, you can observe."

"But if you dare to lift a finger to interfere with our destiny again..."

Lu Chen gripped the pangu sword in his hand, the tip pointing straight at the firmament.

"I will take these billions and billions of 'viruses'."

"And crawl over along the network cable."

"I'll dismantle your house!"

** [...Deal.] **

The golden text flickered one last time and then completely dissipated.

That feeling of being watched finally disappeared completely.

The world was quiet.

"Won... we won?"

Gao Jianjun collapsed on the ground, looking at the starry sky outside the window that had regained its vitality, tears streaming down his face.

"We... are we free?"

"Yes, we are free."

Lu Chen leaned back in his chair, watching the holographic image projected by heavenly craft.

In the image, countless civilizations that had been suppressed for billions of years were cheering and celebrating wildly.

They were rebuilding their homes on the ruins and sailing freely in the galaxy.

Without the sickle hanging over their heads, life finally bloomed with the colors it was supposed to have.

"Is this the new order you wanted?"

Su Qingying walked to his side, looking at those images with a smile on her lips.

"I suppose so."

Lu Chen rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Although there will definitely be wars and conflicts in the future."

"But at least..."

Lu Chen turned his head to look at Su Qingying, his eyes gentle.

"That will be our own war."

"Not a script arranged by someone else."

"Fatty!"

Lu Chen suddenly shouted.

"Hey! Brother Chen, I'm here!"

Wang Peng was hugging his calculator and giggling, and he bounced over immediately upon being summoned.

"Don't just be happy."

"Since the order has been established, our 'Multiverse Interconnection' business should also open."

Lu Chen pointed to the huge map of the Multiverse.

"I want you to build an 'Earth Office' in every cosmic bubble."

"We need to promote Earth's hot pot, mahjong, and square dancing to the entire universe!"

"We want to let all civilizations know..."

Lu Chen stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the brilliant galaxy.

His back, at this moment, appeared incomparably tall.

"Only Earthlings."

"Are the most handsome guys in this starry sky..."

"The coolest!"

"Yes!!!"

The crowd's response resonated through the sky.

Just then, Ye Qingcang, who hadn't spoken, suddenly scratched his head and asked a very soulful question:

"Commander Lu, are we... still going to fight in the future?"

Lu Chen turned back, looked at this Old General who knew nothing but fighting, and smiled helplessly.

"Fight."

"Of course we fight."

Lu Chen pointed to the vast, unknown territory beyond the dimensions.

"Although the game has been cleared."

"But don't you think..."

"The world outside is still huge?"

"Since we have already obtained the 'administrator privileges'."

"If we don't go to other servers to visit..."

"Wouldn't that be a waste?"