Super God: Kissing an Angel at the Beginning, Building an Empire

Yilan Galaxy, Joint Laboratory.

A huge virtual sandbox floats in mid-air, with red and blue light streams frantically clashing, a simulated collision of "chaos" and "order" occurring billions of times.

An atmosphere of anxiety permeated the air, and even the temperature control system seemed unable to suppress the heat originating from the overload of the brain.

"That's the idea of ​​a madman!"

Liang Bing slammed the data panel in her hand onto the table, ignoring the fact that it was an expensive dimensional projector.

"He Xi, is your brain filled with mush? The vector constraint field has collapsed again! My corruption factor hasn't even completed one lap before it was swallowed up by your order barrier. How can we close the loop like this?"

He Xi ignored Liang Bing's irritability, casually tying her long silver hair behind her head, while rapidly adjusting a set of complex gravity parameters in her hands.

“That’s because your entropy growth rate is too fast.” He Xi didn’t even look up, her voice cold. “Reduce the frequency by three percentage points and give my algorithm a 0.03-second error correction window.”

"Slow down? Slowing down isn't called chaos anymore, it's called old-age disco!" Liang Bing rolled her eyes and turned to look at Ye Qingxian, who had been drinking soda beside her.

"Little girl, don't just stare. Did you feel that energy loop just now? Did it make you feel blocked?"

Ye Qingxian slurped the last sip of her drink with a loud slurping sound, and even let out a burp.

She jumped off the chair, walked to the huge energy model, and stared at the red and blue intertwined node for a long time.

“It’s not blocked.” Ye Qingxian stretched out her finger and drew a distorted shape in the air. “It’s slippery.”

"Aunt He Xi's field of order is too smooth, and Aunt Liang Bing's chaos can't catch it. Both are spinning in vain, like... dancing on an oil-covered floor while wearing roller skates."

He Xi's fingers paused.

Liang Bing was also stunned for a moment, then slapped her thigh, "Friction! We need to create a 'rough surface' on the barrier of order so that chaos can be held in place!"

"To create flaws at the rule level?" He Xi frowned.

At that moment, Ye Chen's voice came from the doorway.

He strode into the core area, followed by Yuan Lan, whose face was solemn.

“No need to argue anymore. Just do as Liang Bing says. He Xi, proactively introduce 0.5% logical loopholes into the vector field. Liang Bing, use your corrupting factor to target and erode these loopholes. Use this ‘attack and defense’ to create stickiness.”

Liang Bing and He Xi exchanged a glance. Although their ideologies clashed, their execution was impeccable.

"Preparing to load."

"The Celestial System is activated."

"The Chaos Core has finished warming up."

As the command was given, the prototype machine named "Candle Dragon" in the center of the laboratory began to emit a low hum.

The chaotic red energy surged out like a burst dam, but just as it was about to spread, it was firmly held back by a blue light curtain full of tiny "holes".

The two clashed and entangled fiercely, eventually forming a rapidly rotating, dark halo at some strange point of equilibrium.

Inside the halo, the previously turbulent spacetime instantly calmed down.

"The internal time flow rate is separating..." Yuan Lan stared intently at the readings, his voice unusually trembling.
"One to ten...one to one hundred...one to three thousand!"

Om-!
The gray halo stabilized completely, like an open vertical pupil, coldly gazing upon the real universe.

"It's a success." He Xi looked at the stable reading, a hint of bewilderment flashing in her eyes.
"One day is equivalent to eight years outside... As long as there is enough energy, we can travel the technological path that takes hundreds of years in just a few days inside."

At this moment, Ye Chen waved his arm, and the star map and the last words of the Pangu civilization that had been deciphered in the secret chamber of the Ziwei Palace were projected directly in front of everyone.

The relaxed atmosphere instantly froze. "What is this?" Liang Bing stared at the deciphered characters, her nonchalant expression gradually disappearing.
"Farm? Harvest? We are... crops?"

"The Dark Dimension is a lock?" He Xi's expression was extremely grim.

All her technological research and development, as well as the foundation of the Angelic Civilization built over tens of thousands of years, are based on the Dark Dimension. If this thing is a backdoor left by the enemy...

"It's not just a lock, it's also a locator." Ye Chen's tone was icy as he pointed to the flashing red dot on the edge of the star map.
"This is the last warning from the Pangu civilization. The so-called void is nothing more than a scythe in the hands of the harvesters. When a civilization matures to a certain level and touches a certain threshold of the universe, the harvest will begin."

“So, our current integration…” Liang Bing stood to the side, her voice somewhat hoarse.

"That's right. With the fusion of the three great civilizations, the explosion of technology, and the success of the 'Eye of the Candle Dragon,' the Yanhuang Empire is not just mature, it's practically a ripe, radiant fruit."

Ye Chen's gaze pierced through the laboratory's dome, looking into the endless depths of space.

"The temptation is too great for those things that are hidden behind the scenes."

"They're coming?" Liang Bing asked instinctively.

"It's not coming."

Ye Chen pulled up a real-time monitoring image from the old site of the Styx Galaxy.

There, on the ruins of Death Song Academy, which had once been flattened by the two-dimensional foil, the two-dimensional scroll suddenly cracked open with a pitch-black gash.

It's not a crack at the physical level.

It's more like someone taking a cigarette butt and burning a hole in a pretty plastic bag.

Purple, viscous matter that defies all the laws of physics is being squeezed out of that hole.

"They have arrived."

"From now on, let's operate the Candle Dragon at full power, throw all the core research projects into it, accelerate the current research, and get results as soon as possible. We don't have much time left!"

at the same time.

The entire army of the Yanhuang Empire began to move.

Before he arrived, he had already issued the first combat readiness order, commanding all fleets, especially the Empire's heavy mothership battle groups, to immediately jump to the Styx system.

The Styx Galaxy, or rather, the place that was once the Styx Galaxy.

This place is now a desolate two-dimensional plain. All the stars and matter have been reduced to conceptual images with only length and width by Ye Chen's two-dimensional foil.

However, at this moment, this tranquil cosmic painting is being brutally torn apart.

The black void was expanding, without sound, because a vacuum does not transmit sound, but all observers heard a sharp noise similar to fingernails scratching a blackboard.

That purple, viscous substance was not a liquid, but a highly concentrated stream of void information.

Once they come into contact with the three-dimensional rules of the real universe, they begin to frantically "rewrite" them.

The originally flat, two-dimensional debris was forcibly inflated, but it was no longer the original planetary shape. Instead, it became a twisted geometric shape covered with tentacles and compound eyes.

"High-energy reaction detected! Is that... a living organism? Or a warship?"

On the "Night Owl," a reconnaissance ship serving as an outpost of the Yanhuang Empire, the captain looked at the screen and suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

High-dimensional mental pollution. (End of Chapter)