Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

But my mother is long gone.

Those words stuck in my throat, for a year, ten years, a hundred years...

So congested that I almost forgot there was a sentence there that I had never uttered.

And now-

Yan's eyes finally couldn't hold back the tear that had been hanging there for so long.

It slid down silently, disappearing into her collar before she could even raise her hand to wipe it.

Her gaze slowly shifted from Yu Tong to Su Bai.

He brought all of this to be.

He broke the cold "order" that they had followed for 30,000 years without even realizing it.

He made Queen Keisha believe again.

The future may not be a predetermined path, but rather countless branching roads yet to be explored.

It was also him who brought her and her mother together in this universe where they should never have met...

Reunion.

"The old angelic forces, totaling 208,534 warriors—"

After the three finished introducing themselves, they all took a step back at the same time, and their voices suddenly rose.

"—At the king's command!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them knelt down on one knee.

The silver armor struck the ground with a uniform, dull thud.

The next second—

More than 200,000 figures, like silver waves, cascaded down in endless layers.

Wings drooping.

The sword's edge points diagonally at the earth.

"At the king's command!"

The roar was like thunder, rolling over the ruins, over the cold hulls of the warships, over the land that had been plowed by war and then illuminated anew by wings.

The sound was deafening.

Su Bai stood at the forefront of the wave.

He gazed at the overwhelming expanse of silvery white before him, listening to the thunderous roar, a manifestation of loyalty and trust, erupting simultaneously from the chests of over two hundred thousand angels—

A slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

Ha, so I've become a king now...

He raised his hand.

There was no sword, no scepter, and no other symbol of royal power.

Simply clench your fist lightly and place it in front of your chest.

"Gentlemen."

His voice was not loud, yet it strangely pierced through the still-unquenched roar and clearly reached the ears of every angel.

"—Get up."

Amidst the ruins, wings spread once more.

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Death Song Academy.

Carl stood in front of the desk, a projector in front of him repeatedly playing a video.

Six beams of light converged into a colossal dragon, tearing through the sky; a seven-colored chaotic dragon pierced through the illusory.

The black-haired man devoured the tsunami-sized afterimages with his bare hands, and forcibly absorbed the War Roar-like conceptual entities as nourishment...

"Star Soul Warriors..." Karl murmured softly, his fingertips tapping slowly on the armrest. "Strange mechanical life forms. Their energy structure is completely different from any system in the known universe."

The scene then cuts to another segment.

Su Bai aimed his left hand at the mangled body of the idiot, the suction force in his palm like an abyss.

"The physical body directly absorbs the afterimage..." Karl's eyes narrowed slightly. "That's really... amazing."

His tone was calm and still, without the slightest ripple.

There was no regret for the complete annihilation of the Taotie army, no disappointment at the innocent being "eaten," and not even any vigilance or anger at Su Bai, this sudden variable.

because--

None of that matters.

The Taotie is nothing more than a consumable item that can be created at will, and the afterimage is a tool that can be infinitely replicated.

Their demise, like pawns captured on a chessboard, was inevitable and utterly regrettable.

But the process of them being eaten allowed Carl to see what he wanted to see.

Karl was shown these amazing beings.

He witnessed the majesty of the Lord of the Formless Flame

And that special man named Su Bai...

Karl slowly stood up and turned around.

Behind him, in that deliberately maintained shadow, floated a "presence" that could not be accurately described in language.

It has no fixed shape, no clear boundaries. Sometimes it spreads like mist, sometimes it condenses like a nebula.

The only constant was the occasional glint of cold, purple pupils deep within the mist.

Karl lowered his head, placed his right hand on his chest, and adopted a humble and devout posture.

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Formless Blaze."

His voice was very low, like a believer praying in a temple, afraid of disturbing the gods' meditation.

The unknown entity did not respond.

Only those purple eyes shifted slightly, landing on him.

A moment later, a low, chaotic whisper, seemingly pieced together from countless fragments of languages, resounded directly in Karl's consciousness.

Karl listened quietly, a slow smile playing on his lips.

"...Please rest assured, sir."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an unyielding, almost fanatical certainty.

"It is their greatest honor that the Void Civilization has become your nourishment."

"Your servants will prepare everything for you."

Her purple eyes were fixed on him.

That gaze was devoid of warmth or emotion; it was merely a pure, condescending scrutiny, as if looking down upon ants.

A moment later, his pupils flickered slightly.

That wasn't praise, but it satisfied Karl more than praise.

That was a "gift".

Purple, hair-thin lines of energy slowly extended from the depths of his eyes, like some kind of sacred conferment, and gently disappeared into Karl's brow.

Karl's body trembled slightly.

He did not look up, maintaining his respectful bowed posture.

Then, those purple eyes quietly disappeared.

The fog slowly dissipated.

The shadows subsided and the peace returned.

Carl finally straightened up.

His movements were slow, as if he were getting used to some new, heavy, yet intoxicating "weight".

He raised his hand.

His gaze fell on his fingertips.

There, a faint purple halo, almost invisible to the naked eye, was trembling gently.

Karl's lips curved into an unprecedented smile.

It wasn't a calm, detached laugh that seemed to make everything calculable.

But -

fanaticism.

"This is..."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"Frequency?"

He clenched his fist.

The wisp of purple light entered his palm, completely merging with his presence.

"Snow".

Karl's voice was as soft as a feather, yet it resonated clearly in the quiet study.

Snow's figure slowly emerged from the shadows, his dark eyes lowered beneath the skull mask, his posture as respectful as ever.

"My God."

"Summon the gravedigger, Nusa, Reyuro, and Wori."

Snow's mask lifted slightly for a moment.

Beneath the mask, a fleeting, barely concealed look of horror flashed across his usually lifeless eyes. But he didn't ask any further questions.

"Yes, my God."

Snow bowed, his figure disappearing silently into the darkness like ashes scattered by the wind.

Karl slowly turned around.

Ripples spread across the void before me, and a vast star map slowly unfolded, with galaxies like dust and civilizations like sand.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the azure dot on the star map.

The brim of the hood cast a shadow over his downcast eyes, but it couldn't hide the curve of his lips.

That wasn't his usual gentle and aloof smile.

It was a deeper laugh, one scorched by some kind of fanatical fire.

"War...death..."

His voice was as soft as humming an old lullaby.

"How perfectly matched!"

He paused for a moment, as if listening to a whisper from a great will that existed only in the depths of his consciousness.

Then, the smile deepened.

"Let me ignite the flames of war for you and bring forth a bountiful harvest—"

"Accelerate your...recovery."

The faint light of the star map reflected in his eyes, igniting those eyes, which were originally as lifeless as a deep well, into two clusters of swaying purple.