Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 138 Humans Through the Eyes of the Undead, The Silent King Decrees!

Meanwhile, the undead fleet was hovering in the void of the solar system.

Just a few Earth days ago, they were still sleeping in the darkest arms of the Milky Way. Now, with their unique, inertia-free driving engines that allow them to traverse the entire universe, the vast sea of ​​stars, spanning tens of thousands of light-years, is but a fleeting journey beneath their feet.

Without the roar of engines or the tremors of warp jumps, tens of thousands of obsidian starships, like an array of death's scythes, silently glided across the Kuiper Belt, crossed Mars' orbit, and finally settled in the vacuum between the Earth and the Moon, without even a ripple in space.

This is the technology of the Necromancers—an absolute control over the laws of physics that would make all civilizations in the galaxy tremble in fear.

In the flagship's bridge, an eternal stillness enveloped everything, with a faint green light flowing everywhere, spreading the magnificent scenery of the entire solar system onto the completely transparent starry sky.

The Storm King sat atop his throne forged from a neutron star. His perception, distorted by the power of the distortion, left only a chilling killing intent and resolute gaze in his eyes as he silently stared at the breathtakingly beautiful planet in the very center of the screen.

Outside the window lies a vast universe, so vast it could swallow all consciousness.

The Milky Way's light band stretched out like a glittering river in the distant depths of space, the sun's golden glow gilding the cold hull with a faint, warm edge, and countless asteroids silently glided past the fleet, like insignificant dust particles in the universe.

In this vast, desolate, eternally cold sea of ​​stars, that blue planet is the only bright spot.

White clouds churned slowly on its surface, the blue ocean shimmered with a gentle light, and the green land outlined the contours of life. It floated there quietly, like a gem treasured by the universe for billions of years, so beautiful that it made one's heart tremble.

But the Storm King showed no emotion whatsoever for this beautiful sight.

He knew all too well the terrifying power hidden within this beautiful planet.

It is the madness of conquering the entire galaxy in just tens of thousands of years, the madness of creating the subspace and the Chaos God with one's own hands, the inextinguishable desire for conquest engraved in one's bones and blood, and the cancer cells that will devour the entire universe in the future.

Seeing that the Storm King was still gazing at the blue planet beyond the starry sky, his overlord Zandrek finally couldn't help but speak up.

From being forcibly awakened from a million-year slumber to the entire fleet traversing tens of thousands of light-years to reach this unfamiliar galaxy, this question has remained stuck in the core of his consciousness, never fading away.

He spoke in a deep voice to the figure on the throne who resembled a tyrant of the starry sea.

"Great Storm King, please allow me to ask a question."

"Speak, Zanderik."

"Why would we suddenly awaken from our slumber, risking crossing the entire galaxy to destroy a primitive civilization that couldn't even escape its home planet? And what about the 'cancer of the universe' you've repeatedly mentioned? I simply cannot understand how such a weak race can be worthy of such a title."

Faced with the question from his most capable overlord, Storm King's thoughts instantly returned to the unusual message he had received not long ago. Even now, he still couldn't be sure whether it came from his future self or from another world.

But he was 100% certain that the other party was "himself".

What the other party brought was a warning.

"Zandreik, do you know?"

Storm King finally turned his head slowly, and the stardust storm around the throne suddenly surged.

"In the future, the masters of this planet, under the leadership of an unparalleled leader, will break out of this galaxy and accomplish the great feat that we achieved at the cost of the survival of our entire race."

His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible apprehension as each word struck the deathly silent bridge: "They are the second race to rule the entire galaxy after we fell into slumber."

"However, unlike us, their planet did not give birth to UOs, and the planet's will was very weak."

Our world possesses the most powerful planets and U0 in the entire galaxy, so only by defeating them can we conquer the galaxy.

Thinking of this, Storm King recalled the conquerors from outside the Milky Way, the out-of-control species that, as U0, devoured their own planet, and were called the Terrans by humans.

In the underlying rules of the Type-Moon universe, Ultimate One (UO), commonly known as UO, is inextricably linked to the planet itself.

It could even be said that U0 is the sole agent of the Star's Will, the planet's most powerful weapon for protecting its own existence and wielding absolute authority.

Looking across the entire universe, civilizations that have mastered stable interstellar travel technology are not uncommon. However, compared to the countless celestial bodies in the vast sea of ​​stars, civilizations that can truly leave their home planet and complete interstellar colonization are as rare as morning stars.

The reason is simple: even having the technology to traverse the stars does not equate to having the right to colonize other planets.

In this universe, every planet with a complete ecosystem possesses its own independent will. Any alien civilization that wants to set foot on its territory and seize its resources must first pass the test of whether the Star Will and its subordinate UOs agree.

It is precisely because of this set of unshakable ironclad rules that the interstellar ecosystem of the Type-Moon universe has formed a unique and cruel closed loop.

The vast majority of civilizations, throughout their entire lifespan, are unable to escape the gravitational pull of their home planet. The most common scenario is that after reaching their peak, they become embroiled in an endless struggle with the will of their home planet, ultimately leading to their mutual annihilation.

Just like the Steel Earth in the original timeline, the planet gradually died. Before Gaia completely perished, it asked the other planets in the solar system for help, asking them to send U0 to eliminate humans and new primates, to be buried with it.

Even if a few civilizations manage to venture beyond their home planet, it doesn't mean they can conquer the stars.

They either run into civilization harvesters like the Star Vanguard, who sweep across the starry sky, or they encounter even more powerful opponents like the Necromancers. In this almost fixed dark forest, there is simply no place for weak civilizations to stand.

Alternatively, they might encounter a more powerful planet and be defeated during the colonization process, or even be wiped out along with their home planet by the other planet's U0.

Even the ancient civilization that was the predecessor of the undead race, before it was distorted by the emperor's power and completely transformed into undead, was just a one-in-a-million exception under this cruel iron law.

Even such a special race, which could briefly break free from the shackles of the Star Will, ultimately lost its flesh and blood and soul spark forever due to the millennium-long deception of the Mother Star's Will, and could no longer stand in the sea of ​​stars in its original race name.

Therefore, the ancient civilization in this universe, twisted into the undead, after ravaging numerous planets in an almost cathartic manner and establishing a vast empire, chose to let go and accept the fact that they were no longer a complete race by falling into a slumber.

But they never dreamed that in the vast and boundless Milky Way, there would exist such a monstrous race as humans. They were born on a tiny star with a weak will and had not even given birth to their own U0, yet in just tens of thousands of years, they fought their way from the ignorant Stone Age to the top of the Milky Way and completed the conquest of the entire Milky Way.

What chilled them even more was that this race had created the subspace—a dimensional space formed by the concepts and emotions of intelligent beings—along with the chaotic evil god lurking within it. For all intelligent civilizations in the universe, this was an undefendable dimensional reduction attack.

Not to mention humanity's ingrained desire for conquest, their control and plunder of alien planets far surpassing even those who once shattered the stars. In the eyes of civilizations throughout the galaxy, they are not intelligent races at all, but rather a constantly spreading...

The uncontrollable galactic lesions are cosmic cancer cells through and through!

Through a message from another version of himself that transcended time and space, Storm King truly saw the terrifying nature of this race: even after experiencing the global corruption of chaos, the complete breakdown of civilization, and the devastating civil war that swept across the entire galaxy, even with enemies eyeing them from all sides, they still firmly held onto the rule of half the galaxy, and could even fight their own undead fleet to a standstill.

At that moment, for the first time, an overwhelming sense of dread arose in the Storm King's heart.

After all, the undead race had long lost their future in eternal desolation, left only with endless slumber and cold mechanical shells. But humans were different; they were too young, frighteningly young—they had completed the galactic conquest that the undead race had barely managed to complete in just tens of thousands of years.

Especially that guy called the Emperor. His other self made it very clear that although the human race has unlimited potential, the key to conquering the galaxy was this individual called the Emperor.

Without the Emperor, humanity wouldn't have been able to leave its home planet so quickly and develop subspace engines to replace faster-than-light colonization of other planets.

Without emperors, humanity wouldn't possess the Imperial Truth, a power almost exclusively belonging to the planetary will, to crush the planetary will and the rules of UO, allowing them to more easily colonize other planets. (ps: see the author's note for details)

Without the Emperor, humanity would not have had a second or even a third chance to start over after the disaster in the Warp, and would have spent millennia teetering on the brink of collapse.

Terrifying is the only assessment that all the undead have of humanity. This monstrous race, this race with its racial fastidiousness, if it were to conquer the galaxy again, or even meddle in the entire universe, the fate of this universe would be unimaginable.

Perhaps it was out of guilt for the cruelty the undead had committed, or perhaps it was because they were utterly awed by the warp created by humans and by the unfathomable madness and resilience of the race itself.

The Silent King used forbidden technology capable of tearing apart timelines, allowing his counterpart in another timeline to issue a death order to the Storm King at this moment, an order with no room for negotiation.

He would spare no expense to annihilate this race as quickly as possible, crushing them along with the planet beneath their feet. He wanted to wipe out humanity, the most vile race in the entire universe.

Even if that title once belonged to them.

At this moment, Storm King looked once again at the beautiful planet floating in the sea of ​​stars.

This body, which had long lost its soul and was now just a cold, living metal shell, suddenly felt a sense of dread that had been absent for tens of millions of years.

With this in mind, Storm King slowly rose from his throne forged on a neutron star. The eerie green necromantic energy around him exploded like a storm sweeping across the galaxy, and the decree from the ruler of the dynasty instantly spread to every starship in the entire fleet.

Facing the vast starry sky and the tens of thousands of undead warships hovering in the void under his command, he issued the Silent King's decree of annihilation, word by word: "The Silent King decrees! The entire fleet shall immediately advance at full speed to reach the vicinity of Terra's orbit, completely blockading and surrounding this planet! Activate all dimensional barriers and stasis fields, ensuring that not a single human being escapes this star system alive!"

His voice, brimming with undisguised killing intent, boomed like the pronouncement of death in the deathly silence of the universe: "I will ensure that humanity has no future whatsoever! I will watch with my own eyes as they, along with this planet, are reduced to ashes!"

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