101: Chapter 101 Pangu Creates the World

The Giant God Soldier's Swan Song!

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The Final Boss has spawned.

Now, it's our turn.

Outlaw Zhang San's voice didn't tremble in the slightest; it was like a cold anchor, forcibly pinning itself into this chaotic sea boiling from the collapse of laws.

His words were like a command, a switch being flipped.

The frantic stream of data in The Romance of the Science Guy's eyes suddenly retracted. Without looking back, his voice was as calm as if he were reading an abstract for a thesis: "The sacrifice channel has been linked to all alliance members. The energy conversion model is updating in real-time. Permissions... permanently open."

On the other side, Infrastructure Maniac's bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at that distorted black sun. He stomped his foot hard; the ground beneath him wasn't rock, but heavy armor shimmering with a metallic luster.

“Did you all fucking hear that! Energy Department! Crank the core reactor power to one hundred and twenty percent! No, make it three hundred percent! I'm going to let this piece of shit know what a fucking industrial miracle looks like!”

His roar wasn't carried by vocal cords, but through the steel beneath his feet, spreading throughout the remains of the entire City of Liver Emperor.

This was the edge of the Return to Ruins, and also the players' final fortress.

Following his command, that city, which had remained silent during the apocalypse, seemed like a slumbering behemoth that suddenly snapped its eyes open!

Rumble—

The earth was tearing apart, but this time, it wasn't because of an Evil God.

Bottomless canyons spread out from the city center. What erupted from them wasn't magma, but a tangible, golden light of faith!

Countless complex rune arrays lit up one after another across the city ruins, forming a massive totem spanning a hundred miles.

That was the final line of defense the players had spent countless days and nights grinding infrastructure for, built with an ocean of resources—their most insane masterpiece.

The city itself was a weapon!

At the core of this massive totem, a dark shadow as towering as a mountain range was slowly rising from beneath the ground.

It was so vast that its mere act of standing up kicked up dust and storms comparable to a tsunami.

It was a hundred-meter-tall giant humanoid creation, its entire body covered in dark gold armor. Its lines were rugged and brimming with a sense of power, as if a giant god from ancient myths who split the heavens and earth had had its body reshaped by the violent aesthetics of modern industry.

In its chest was a massive, slowly rotating energy core; that was the heart of the City of Liver Emperor.

Countless energy conduits, thicker than giant pythons, were linked to its legs like blood vessels from deep within the earth's veins. They were continuously pumping the incense power accumulated by the entire alliance—and that just sacrificed by the Ninth Prince—into its body.

Final Weapon: Pangu Project, activate!

“Cockpit pressure normal! Neural synchronization rate at ninety-eight percent... Damn it, my nose is bleeding! The synchronization rate is still rising!”

“Incense energy flow stable! Output power is climbing toward the critical point!”

“Position One, War God Number One in place!”

“Position Two, Infrastructure Maniac in place!”

“Position Three, Immovable as a Mountain in place!”

“...”

Inside the massive cockpit in the Pangu mecha's head, the ten top 'God-tier Operators' among the players had taken their positions.

They were submerged in pale blue life-support fluid, with dense neural link cables plugged into the back of their necks. Their wills were now fused into one with this steel giant god.

War God Number One licked the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with pure, burning fanaticism.

“Hahahaha! Bring it on! This is the final dungeon I've been dreaming of!”

“Shut up, you lunatic!” Infrastructure Maniac's voice rang out in the public channel. He felt the vibration of every single part of the mecha as if it were his own heartbeat. “This is my greatest masterpiece... no, it's the first and final note it will ever play! Listen up, everyone! We're going to use this one note to... smash that son-of-a-bitch black sun to pieces!”

Vroom—

The Pangu mecha's eyes lit up with two brilliant golden beams of light, piercing through the dim sky shrouded by the black sun.

It slowly raised its right hand and grasped at the void.

In an instant, a massive amount of incense power erupted from its palm, condensing into a physical form.

It was an energy greataxe larger than a mountain. Upon the axe blade flowed the willpower imprints of countless players—there was the fanaticism of 'For the Ancestor's golden coffin,' the determination of 'The Pot Lid Army never retreats,' and the arrogance of 'Wherever the Demolition Office goes, not a blade of grass remains.'

That was Order—the ultimate Order to combat Chaos!

“Pangu... Splits the Heavens!!!”

Infrastructure Maniac roared those four words with every ounce of his strength.

The wills of the ten merged into one, and the hundred-meter-tall giant god swung the Axe of Creation in its hand.

There was no sound.

What this axe cut through was not matter, but concepts.

Wherever the axe blade passed, the distorted space, the collapsed laws, the flowing mountains, and the frozen air were all forcibly smoothed out and corrected!

A golden 'scar' appeared from bottom to top across the dome of the world, as if it were going to split that black sun, along with the sky it had polluted, clean in half!

This was a declaration of war from rule against rule!

It was the angriest roar emitted by this God Prison world before it was completely formatted!

The black sun 'reacted' for the first time.

Its surface, composed of countless geometric shapes, began to writhe and boil violently, as if it had been enraged.

Streams of darkness, purer than the abyss, flowed down from it like waterfalls to meet that heaven-splitting golden axe light.

Sizzle—

An indescribable collision occurred.

Golden Order and pitch-black Chaos fiercely annihilated and devoured each other in mid-air.

The entire world shook violently in this silent collision. The 'Pure Land' beneath the survivors' feet—the light barrier held up by the Pot Lid Army—flickered frantically under the aftershocks. Several players coughed up blood and fell unconscious on the spot.

But Pangu's axe strike ultimately gained the upper hand!

The golden axe light, with an unstoppable momentum, tore through the black waterfall and slammed heavily into the 'surface' of the black sun!

Boom!

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!

This time, it was a thunderous roar that shook the soul.

The black sun shuddered violently. A massive gap abruptly appeared where it had been struck, and countless distorted geometric shapes within it collapsed and dissipated.

A long-absent ray of sunlight belonging to the origin of this world struggled to shine through that gap, like the first light of dawn, illuminating the despairing faces of countless people.

“We did it... we did it!”

“It was blocked! Pangu blocked the Evil God!”

Within the alliance, cheers erupted as if they had just survived a catastrophe.

However, inside the cockpit, the expressions of the ten God-tier Operators were grim to the extreme.

[Warning! Mecha right arm energy circuit overloaded by seven hundred percent! Structural damage detected in armor!]

[Warning! High-intensity law pollution detected! 'Existence Stabilization Field' is being eroded!]

“Damn it...” War God Number One spat out a mouthful of blood. “That strike was just scratching an itch for it!”

Before his voice could fade, the gap in the black sun in the sky was writhing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was near-infinite.

Its existence had no vital points.

Immediately after, the entire world became Pangu's enemy.

On the ground beneath Pangu's feet, gravity vanished instantly, only to increase a hundredfold a tenth of a second later!

The terrifying pressure caused the steel giant god to sink abruptly, the armor on its legs letting out a groan of being overburdened.

The surrounding light was distorted into billions of pitch-black blades, firing from all directions and carving ear-piercing sparks onto Pangu's armor.

“It's... analyzing us! It's modifying the rules to target us!” STEM Man's voice rang out in the channel, carrying a hint of shock at discovering a new frontier.

The black sun was no longer attacking directly.

It was using the world itself to 'kill' Pangu.

“Infrastructure Maniac! How much longer can you hold!” Zhang San's calm voice came through.

“I'll hold until the very last second it needs me to!” Infrastructure Maniac gritted his teeth, forcibly controlling the giant god to raise the energy greataxe again despite the omnipresent law attacks. “I can manage one more swing!”

But the Evil God didn't give him that chance.

It seemed to have grown tired of this 'game.'

At the core of the black sun, a speck of ultimate darkness began to contract and condense.

Everyone felt an instinctual fear of being 'deleted.'

That was the Evil God's true attack—a strike sufficient to erase this entire area, along with every trace of its existence, from the timeline.

And its target wasn't Pangu.

It was the creation furnace, which was struggling to maintain its operation and where players had just begun queuing to enter the sacrifice halo!

“Oh no! It's going to attack the furnace!”

“Intercept it! We must intercept it!”

“It's too late!!”

Just as everyone's hearts sank into an icy abyss, the steel giant god—already struggling under the siege of laws—made a move no one expected.

It abandoned all defense; it abandoned the greataxe it was recharging.

It turned around, spread its arms, and used its hundred-meter-tall, already scarred steel body to resolutely block the creation furnace like the most devout guardian.

“For... the Ancestor's... golden coffin...”

Immovable as a Mountain's raspy voice, carrying a hint of a smile, rang out in the cockpit.

In the next moment, that pitch-black beam of light capable of 'deleting' the world descended silently.

There was no explosion, no shockwave.

The beam of light enveloped the Pangu mecha.

Its armor didn't melt or vaporize in the light; instead, it 'vanished' layer by layer from the edges, like pencil marks being rubbed away by an eraser.

Matter, energy, laws, concepts... everything that composed this giant god was being erased from its very source.

Inside the cockpit, scarlet alarms drowned out everything.

“Right arm... gone.”

“Left leg... gone.”

“Core energy reactor... being decomposed...”

The life-support fluid boiled violently, and the bodies of the ten God-tier Operators also began to undergo 'digitized' disintegration.

“Ha... haha... what a rush...” War God Number One let out a final laugh, half of his body already turned into flying particles.

As for Infrastructure Maniac, he didn't look at that terrifying beam of light. He just stared blankly through the porthole, watching his life's greatest masterpiece return to nothingness inch by inch before his eyes.

He reached out his hand, as if wanting to touch his beloved creation one last time.

“My... Pangu...”

The beam of light lasted for three seconds.

Three seconds later, the darkness dissipated.

The Evil God's lethal strike had been blocked after all.

And that steel giant god that once stood tall between heaven and earth was now left with less than half of its wreckage.

It had lost its arms and half its torso. The energy core in its chest was completely extinguished, leaving only a charred hollow.

But it didn't fall.

Relying on its last remaining, twisted and deformed left leg, it slowly... knelt upon the earth in an incredibly tragic posture.

Like an immortal tombstone erected for itself and for this world.

Its head hung low, and in its extinguished eyes, it seemed to still reflect that faint spark of creation behind it—the one it had protected with its life.

Pangu's swan song had ended.

With its own destruction, it had bought a final note of breathing room for this world that was about to end.