147: Chapter 147 The Champion's Privilege: I'm Here to Do Only Three Things

The Ten Thousand Realms Civilization Race, Terminal Station—[Place of Origin · Pantheon].

After passing through the final line of defense, pangu-003 finally moored in a space of pure white. There were no stars here, no Void Realm, only an endless, soft white light. In the center of this white light floated a palace so magnificent it defied description—the Pantheon. It was not made of matter, but woven from countless shimmering "Golden Lines of Law." Each line represented the underlying logic of a Universe.

At this time, besides the pangu-003, two other warships had also arrived (though much later than the pangu-003 and in a state of utter disarray). One was the Light Spirit Race's mothership, with only half its hull remaining and its core constantly flashing red warning lights. The other was the Titan Race's flagship, its shields completely shattered and its armor plating covered in traces of temporal erosion. Between them, that blue planet hanging a "BBQ Open for Business" sign and towing a hundred pink biological warships looked completely out of place, yet incomparably overbearing.

“Congratulations.” A grand, solemn voice that seemed to come from the end of the Universe echoed through the Pantheon. “First Place: Heavenly River Civilization (pangu-003).” “Second Place: Light Spirit Civilization.” “Third Place: Titan Civilization.”

As the voice fell, three pillars of light shot down from the top of the Pantheon, enveloping the leaders of the three civilizations respectively. Li Mo's figure was directly teleported to the central high platform of the Pantheon.

Several figures stood here. Besides the Light Spirit Empress (a humanoid glow) and the Titan God King (a giant in golden armor) who had just been teleported up, there were also several "The Monitors" who had been sitting on the high platform all along. They were the referees of this race and the guardians of the Place of Origin.

“Young Administrator.” The leading The Monitor (whose form was a constantly shifting geometric silicon-based lifeform) looked at Li Mo with a complex tone. “Your performance... is impressive. Or rather, terrifying. You destroyed the Wall of Sighs, modified the Sea of Cognition, blasted through the Causality Battlefield, and even turned our Logic Guards into... meat-men. According to the rules, we should disqualify you. But according to the ‘Highest Authority,’ you are legitimate.”

“Highest Authority?” The Titan God King roared indignantly, “I don't accept this! He's cheating! The methods he used aren't technology, nor are they magic! It's... it's nonsense!” The Light Spirit Empress also emitted waves of dissatisfaction: “Protest. He used my clansmen as flashlights (referring to them being captured for illumination in the labyrinth).”

Standing on the high platform and facing the accusations of the two S-rank civilization leaders, Li Mo simply pushed up his glasses calmly. He pulled out that little notebook from his breast pocket and flipped to a page. “Protest denied.” Li Mo lifted the spring and autumn brush and made a phantom stroke in the air. [Entry: Mute (Mass Version).]

Buzz—! The Titan God King's mouth instantly disappeared, turning into a flat metal plate. The Light Spirit Empress's vocal organ (the light wave vibrator) was also forcibly shut down, leaving her only able to emit a “wuwu” electronic hum.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence. Even those high-and-mighty The Monitors shrunk their necks in fear. Banning someone the moment a disagreement arises? Who could withstand that!

“Alright, it's quiet now.” Li Mo put away the brush and looked at the The Monitors with a smile. “I'm only here to do three things. First, collect the prize. Second, send these noisy fellows away. Third...” Li Mo looked up at the dome of the Pantheon, where there was a tightly closed bronze door emitting an aura of Chaos. “I want to go in there.”

The The Monitors were pale with shock. “That is the entrance to the ‘Narrative Layer’! Only true Creators can enter! A Mortal entering will have their existence instantly erased! Moreover, even if you are the champion, the rewards are only the ‘S-rank Civilization Promotion Order’ and a ‘Resource Planet’; they do not include entering that place!”

“Is that so?” Li Mo smiled. Without wasting words, he directly revealed the [Administrator's Mark] on the back of his hand, which had been burning hot. It was something he had obtained while reading in the Scripture Pavilion and had awakened in the Abyss. At this moment, this mark was generating a powerful resonance with that bronze door.

Rumble— The bronze door sensed the aura of the mark and actually slowly opened a crack. An ancient, vast aura carrying the scent of ink gushed out from within.

“This... this is impossible...” The The Monitors trembled as they fell to their knees. “Is he... the Chosen One?” “No, is he... the proxy of the Author?”

Li Mo ignored their shock. He turned to look at the Titan God King and Light Spirit Empress, who were still in a state of bewilderment below the stage. “I have no interest in your rewards. That Resource Planet, give it to my subordinate race (the Scrap Iron Clan) as a playground. As for this Promotion Order...” Li Mo casually tossed the token representing the highest honor in the Universe to Star Spirit Navigator behind him. “Take it and play with it; this thing isn't even as useful as my meal card.”

Having finished all this, Li Mo straightened his long robe and walked toward the bronze door. “Factory Manager Xiao, Director Lei. You two keep watch outside. If anyone dares to approach, deliver them to the afterlife via Physics.”

“Yes! Dean!” Butcher Xiao led a group of Civil Engineering Department students holding Titan alloy steel pipes, blocking the entrance of the Pantheon like door gods. Their ferocious appearance instantly turned the originally sacred Pantheon into a gangster's hideout.

Li Mo took a deep breath and stepped through that door. As his figure vanished, the door slammed shut. Only one sentence remained echoing in the air: “I'm going to see an old friend. Or rather... to see that fellow who has been peeping at me all this time.”