Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

Above the sky, golden light swirled, and a new chapter slowly began. After the grand narrative temporarily came to a close, the scene focused on a specific character with a rather comical-sounding name.

[Moyuer was among the first group to aid Penglai Island in the 2025 battlefield. He joined the fight against the Nine Realms Gate immediately after Baili Yuan revealed himself as a Dharma Corpse.]

[No slacking off during raids!]

The world of Gintama.

Inside the Yorozuya, Sakata Gintoki was picking his nose, staring at the TV screen with a deadpan expression, while Kagura was showing off her vinegar kelp and Shinpachi was providing the witty commentary.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's this all about?" Gintoki flicked the unidentified object off his pinky finger. "It's called 'Slacking Off,' and it's the first to join the battle? This is blatant false advertising! It's like a can of cola labeled 'Sugar' but actually sugar-free—it's infuriating!"

He jumped up, pointed at the screen, and yelled, "The real way to slack off is like me, pretending to have a stomachache and hiding in the bathroom before a big battle, or finding a vending machine to get change on this monster-filled battlefield! This guy actually joined the battle right away? He's completely disgraced the 'slacking-off' community! Unbelievable!"

Shinpachi pushed up his glasses and complained helplessly, "Gintoki, no matter which world's slacking-off world it is, I don't want to be represented by you, okay? Besides, that's called the contrast of names, you know what contrast is? Unlike you, your name is Gintoki, but your life has always been a total loser."

Kagura chewed on vinegared kelp and mumbled, "It's him, aru. This guy called Moyuer looks like he can fight, unlike Gintoki, who only uses blood sugar levels as a fighting ability, aru."

The world of Hyouka.

In the classical literature clubroom at Kamiyama High School, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Houtarou Oreki's languid face as he gazed at the sky and sighed softly.

"Moyuer... this name sounds like it should be a kindred spirit to me."

He lay on the table, his voice filled with regret for the betrayal of "energy conservation".

"Since it's called by this name, it should adhere to the principle of 'avoiding unnecessary things and simplifying necessary things.' Joining the battle immediately consumes far too much energy. This kind of enthusiasm is simply a desecration of the name."

Chitanda Eru's large purple eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned closer to Oreki: "Oreki-kun! I also think his name is strange, but why is he so hardworking even though he's called 'Slacker'? I'm really curious!"

Houtarou Oreki closed his eyes in despair: "...Probably because if I don't work hard, I won't be able to continue slacking off peacefully in this cruel world. It's a short-term, high-energy-consuming investment made for long-term energy conservation... Ugh, it's so complicated to explain."

The commentator on the screen didn't stop because of the audience's complaints; instead, he continued to showcase the amazing ability of this "slacker".

[Mo Yu'er's innate supernatural power is the Mythical Fusion, which allows him to draw upon the magical power of his teammates and randomly transform into a mythological character.]

The more people combined, the stronger the resulting character will be.

The world of Dragon Ball.

In the God of Destruction realm, Goku and Vegeta, who were training, stopped what they were doing.

Goku's eyes widened, his face filled with excitement: "Wow! Vegeta, look! It's a fusion! And it's a fusion that extracts the magic power of its teammates! This sounds even more convenient than our Fusion Technique, doesn't it? We don't need to do that embarrassing thing?"

Vegeta crossed his arms, his face smug and disdainful: "Hmph, Kakarot, you idiot. This kind of power built on numbers has absolutely no aesthetic appeal. Our fusion is the resonance of two powerful souls, while this... this is simply a hodgepodge! Random transformation? What if it transforms into some god who can only sweep the floor? It's treating battle like child's play!"

Sun Wukong scratched his head and said with a grin, "But it feels so much fun! If we could gather all our energy, I wonder what kind of super powerful being we could create. Maybe even something like the Omni-King?"

"Shut up! Don't mention that name!" Vegeta's expression changed, clearly showing an instinctive fear of this uncontrollable "randomness".

The world of Assassin Seven.

At the entrance of Da Bao's hair salon, Wu Liuqi was squatting by the roadside eating beef offal, with Da Bao standing on his shoulder, his eyes behind his sunglasses looking somewhat deep.

"Ah Qi, look at this supernatural power, the 'Fateful Combination of Myths'." Da Bao pointed to the sky, "Isn't this just like the business philosophy of our Da Bao Hair Salon? Cut hair as you please, make money as you please."

Wu Liuqi took a bite of beef offal and mumbled, "Da Bao, how is this the same, handsome? Others combine their powers to become gods, I become scissors and then rock. If I could also extract your magic... no, your fat, could I become a more powerful assassin?"

Da Bao slapped Wu Liuqi on the head with his wing: "You bastard! Trying to suck my fat? This is chicken fat, it's the essence! But speaking of which, this randomness is pretty clever. If you're fighting and suddenly you randomly turn into the Kitchen God, do you have to cook a dish for the other side right there?"

Wu Liuqi thought about that scene and suddenly found the beef offal in his hand even more delicious: "That's not bad either, at least I won't starve. The most important thing for an assassin is to be happy."

The images on the celestial screen shifted, showcasing the specific achievements of Mo Yu'er's supernatural powers, a scene that was enough to shock the heavens.

[The first use was against the combat talent, Corpse Overlord. Facing an enemy as tall as a small mountain, Mo Yu'er fused the magical power of five people: Spacaka Sky Tower, Carthian, Dragon Dharma King, and Strange Hermit. He then created a monster resembling Cthulhu, whose status was so high that he punched the Corpse Overlord's head high into the air.]

The world of One-Punch Man.

In the deserted area of ​​Z City, Saitama was carrying a discounted supermarket bag back home, with Genos following behind, frantically taking notes in his notebook.

"Teacher! Look!" Genos pointed to the sky, his electronic eyes flashing with analyzed data streams. "This 'slacker' combined the power of five people to create a high-level Cthulhu-like monster, and sent a giant enemy flying with a single punch! The power of that punch, according to calculations, although less than one ten-thousandth of yours, is still quite considerable in that world!"

Saitama raised his deadpan eyes, staring blankly at the tentacle-wielding monster on the screen: "Oh. It's so ugly. Like an undercooked octopus. But that punch felt pretty good, kind of like when I punched that giant brother last time. But why go through all that trouble of merging? Couldn't you just throw a punch?"

Genos exclaimed with admiration, "As expected of our teacher! Such complex tactics are meaningless in the face of absolute power! Teacher's level is truly beyond the reach of these flashy supernatural abilities!"

"No... I just think it would be too hot for five people to squeeze together..." Saitama picked at his ear.

The world of Attack on Titan.

Paradis Island, Legion Headquarters. Allen stared at the "mountain-like" Corpse King in the sky, then at the Cthulhu monster that had instantly materialized, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Those weren't Titans..." Eren's voice trembled slightly. "That Corpse King... and that monster that retaliated... the aura emanating from them was even more terrifying than the Colossal Titan. Rank? What is that? Could there be such a power beyond the comprehension of Ymir's people outside the walls?"

Armin, pale-faced, flipped through the pages rapidly. "Unbelievable... If we were facing those monsters, the 3D Maneuver Gear wouldn't even have a foothold. And 'Cthulhu'... I saw that word in a forbidden book; it represents an unspeakable terror. They can actually harness fear to fight monsters?"

Captain Levi leaned against the wall, his eyes sinister: "Tsk, it's filthy. No matter what kind of mythical fusion it is, as long as it has a bit of neck flesh, I can slice it off. But this thing is all tentacles... looks like I'll have to get a new knife."

As the battle intensified, the situation became increasingly brutal. Mo Yu'er's second move demonstrated his ability to turn the tide in dire circumstances.

[The second use was when the Twin Soul Star Refined Primordial Spirit returned. The Dharma Corpses tried their best to stop them, but by this time, the supernatural beings had already been severely injured after several rounds of fierce battles, and were somewhat powerless against the nine newly summoned powerful Dharma Corpses.]

At this disadvantageous moment, Mo Yu'er once again used his innate divine power, the Mythical Fusion, this time using the magical power of six people as a vessel to fuse into the Cloth Bag Maitreya, imprisoning nine powerful magical corpses in one fell swoop.

Although Xiang Yuyin shattered the supernatural power, it created a rare opportunity for Starlink to return to its soul.

The world of "Fox Spirit Matchmaker".

In Tushan, Bai Yuechu was snatching the colorful stick from Su Su's hand when he saw the "Budai Maitreya" appear in the sky. He immediately let go of the stick, drooling all over the ground.

"Wow! That's Maitreya Buddha! The Laughing Buddha!" ​​Bai Yuechu's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the most delicious food (or the most valuable treasure) in the world. "That bag! That golden bag! It must be filled with countless delicious foods and gold and silver treasures! It must be!"

Tu Shan Su Su blinked her big eyes and tilted her head: "Taoist brother, that bag is for holding bad people, not for holding candy."

"What do you know, you little idiot!" Bai Yuechu waved his arms excitedly. "That's the concept of 'containing everything'! Since it can hold nine powerful magical corpses, it can definitely hold all the snacks in Tushan! This is the artifact I've been dreaming of! If I had that bag, I would put Dad and Sister Ya Ya inside and then monopolize all the food! Hahahaha!"

"The Taoist brother's idea is so dangerous..." Su Su shrank her neck.

The world of "Monkey King: Hero Is Back".

On the edge of the cliff at Flower Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong, who had just been unsealed and was still somewhat dejected, lay on a rock basking in the sun. Jiang Liuer chattered away beside him.

"Great Sage, Great Sage! Look over there! Isn't that the chubby monk we saw in the temple?"

Sun Wukong glanced at it lazily, then chuckled and spat out the grass root in his mouth: "Hmph, that old bastard Maitreya's Dharma form. That junior called 'Touching Fish' is quite interesting; he actually managed to borrow some of that old bastard's essence. That human seed bag is a troublesome thing; even I, Old Sun, suffered from it before. Can it hold nine at once? Although it's not quite as good as the original, it's still quite impressive among mortals."

He rolled over, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes: "A union by chance... If I, Old Sun, could have truly 'fused' with Pigsy and Sandy back then, maybe half the monsters on the journey to the West would have been scared to death. But with that idiot's laziness, even if we fused, it would probably only make me, Old Sun, want to sleep."

The intensity of the battle continued to escalate, and Mo Yu'er's supernatural abilities finally reached their peak and were displayed in their most frenzied form.

The upper limit of Mo Yu'er's innate supernatural power depends on the amount of fused mana.

In the final stage of the thirty-eighth battle of cause and effect, Mo Yu'er merged the magical power of all the powerful beings present.

With Duan Xinglian's good fortune, Mo Yu'er fused with Xiao Xiao Wan Ye, a peak figure in the Nirvana Myth, a feat that even Hai Shan had to praise!

The world of Kakegurui.

At Hyakkaou Private Academy, Yumeko Jabami cupped her face in her hands, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming with a morbidly fanatical light.

"Ah...that's amazing...that's just amazing!" she stammered, as if she were in the climax of a gambling game.

"All our mana! This is putting everyone's lives on a 'random' result! What a daring all-in bet!" Yumeko excitedly twisted her body on the table. "And there's even a 'lucky charm'! Is this cheating? No, this is dancing cheek-to-cheek with the goddess of fate! What if the random draw just produces an ordinary local deity? What if it turns out to be a scholar with no fighting ability? This uncertainty, this thrill of dancing on the edge of the abyss... Ah, that slacker must be a top-tier gambler! I want to bet with him! Let's bet on whether we can randomly become gods!"

Saotome Meari stood to the side, looking at him with an expression of utter disbelief: "Hey, calm down. This is war, not a game of cards. But... this kind of tactic that leaves everything to luck, only a madman would do that."

The world of "Rakshasa Street".

On Rakshasa Street, Cao Yanbing, holding the Ten Kings of Hell, frowned as he looked at Xiao Wanye, who was called "the pinnacle figure of the Nirvana Myth" on the sky.

"Merging the power of everyone present, summoning the pinnacle of mythology..." Cao Yanbing felt immense pressure. "This has already surpassed the scope of us spirit hosts and guardian spirits. Our guardian spirits are the heroic souls of history, beings with names and identities. But he... is creating a god."

Xia Ling watched in disbelief: "Boss, this 'Little Ten Thousand Industries' sounds so cute, but even that seemingly wicked 'Hai Shan' praised him as 'cunning'... Is that a dialect? This deity understands dialects?"

Cao Yanbing snorted coldly: "'Diao Zai' is an exclamation, meaning extremely powerful and domineering. This little Wanye has probably already touched the ceiling of that world's power system. If Xu Chu were to encounter him... he probably wouldn't even have a chance to swing his hammer. This is no longer a battle; this is a dimensional reduction attack."

Finally, the sky revealed the despairing, godlike authority of this "Little Manifestation".

[This small business can wield considerable influence.]

Let the law shine upon your words.

[To be able to photonize itself, a wormhole is required.]

[It can instantly create spatial wormholes.]

The world of One Piece.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford. Kizaru Borsalino was trimming his nails when he saw the words "Photonification," paused for half a second, and then revealed his signature lewd smile.

"Wow~ How terrifying~" Kizaru said slowly, "Words become law, and you can turn into photons just because there's light? This makes my Glint-Glint Fruit look rather pathetic~"

He pushed up his tinted sunglasses, his tone flippant but his eyes unusually serious: "I became light because I ate a Devil Fruit. This guy... he can do it just by talking? That's directly altering reality! Marshal Sengoku, if we encounter an enemy like this, even the light of justice might be overshadowed~"

Sengoku's face darkened as he crushed the senbei in his hand. "Is this the power of a higher level? Not using the rules, but creating them. The humans of that world... are truly teeming with monsters."

The world of "100,000 Cold Jokes".

At Chen Tang Pass, Li Jing was in an extremely embarrassing pose, trying to catch the building blocks thrown by Nezha with his "100% bare-handed catching of a blade".

"Whoa! Madam, look! That thing on the sky is even more outrageous!" Li Jing shouted, pointing at the screen. "Light just appears when you want it? Wormholes just appear when you want them? This setting is too arbitrary! Did the author run out of names for the moves? This is even more absurd than my original setting!"

Nezha (the "Muscle Barbie" version) said in a rough voice, "Daddy~ I want that kind of ability too~ Just say 'I want muscles,' and my biceps will get bigger, wouldn't that be wonderful~"

Li Jing's lips twitched as he looked at Nezha's arms, which were thicker than his thighs: "Son, your muscles are already enough to 'bring glory to our ancestors.' Any bigger and we'll have to replace our door frame. But to be honest, this ability to 'make your words come true' would be great for infrastructure construction in Chen Tang Pass. We wouldn't even need to fix the leaks in our house anymore; we could just shout 'We need tiles!' Sigh, that's what other people's kids are like. Ours only knows how to play with mud... oh no, play with dragon tendons."

The world of Bleach.

In Hueco Mundo, Aizen Sousuke sat on his throne, gazing at the sky with a playful smile on his lips.

"Words become law... Is this the realm of 'God'?"

His voice was elegant and composed, as if he were appraising a work of art.

"The Hogyoku I pursue is to break the boundary between Shinigami and Hollows and evolve to a higher dimension. And this 'Little Myriad Works' seems to have already stood above that dimension. Not through the collision of spiritual pressure, but by directly interfering with the material world through will."

Aizen slowly stood up, the Mirror Flower Water Moon jingling softly at his waist.

"Interesting. If I had the chance, I'd really like to invite this 'slacker' to Las Noches for a cup of tea. I want to see whether my 'illusory illusion' is a real lie or a false truth in the face of his 'words become law.' This process of exploring the truth is far more enjoyable than ruling Soul Society."

The brilliance of the sky gradually faded, and the seemingly absurd yet heaven-defying figure of Mo Yu'er was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the powerful beings of all the heavens and myriad realms. From the name "Mo Yu" to the reality of "myth," this stark contrast is one of the most captivating aspects of the world where the sun and moon are in sync.