Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Inside the small Star Train, a warm and harmonious atmosphere prevailed, while across the universe, the major hegemonic forces of the galaxy were undergoing a reshuffling.

The original state of the Milky Way was that all destinies had encountered problems to varying degrees.

The "family" with a harmonious destiny eliminates discord, the "Bu Li" who bestows abundant blessings wreaks havoc on one side, the "company" under its protection transforms into a financial glutton, and the masked fool in the tavern at the end of the world mocks others without any bottom line...

Now, as the withered branches that had been eaten away from the tree of thought are pruned one by one, the branches of philosophy are returning to their original lushness.

The resistance forces that were previously suppressed by the misguided forces will naturally rise up, rapidly developing from scattered sparks into a prairie fire that sweeps across everything.

This time, Xia Jie unusually refrained from taking on all the tasks and executing or exiling all the beasts he disliked. Instead, he returned the right to revenge to the victims.

He felt that those whose spines were broken by suffering and who were unable to take revenge due to their own lack of power really needed an opportunity to vent their "hatred and repression".

The moment Sand Gold saw Oswaldo of the Market Development Department rejected by the Protectorate, he gripped the necklace in his hand and knew in just 0.000001 seconds that now was the perfect time for revenge.

He, Kakawasha, no longer needs to gamble with fate, because this time, destiny is on his side.

Going all in is a sign of wisdom!

It's time to let the monsters in the company recount their sins!

The family, the free empty beat began to expand, and in the clamor of the crowd, Constantine, one of the many strings singing, was no longer able to maintain the perfect, eternal, absolute rhythm she had painstakingly created.

The shouts of the masses are no longer insignificant noises under the influence of fate. After the withered branches of harmony have been pruned, the souls that had drifted with the tide have once again regained the right to speak.

Amidst the starry sky, Bu Liren's fleet fell into an eerie silence. In the blood-soaked cabin, the roles of prey and hunter were reversed.

The moment the abundant blessing departed, Bu Liren lost not only immortality and powerful self-healing, but also most of his vitality and life force.

The tributary named Abundance carried away the vitality that should not have belonged to them, allowing the power to flow into the bodies of life that needed it more.

The hair of the man who left the body lost its luster, and his gray and withered body was no longer able to wield his once invincible claws and teeth.

Faced with the bullets and blades of the rebels, the dying Bu Li warrior's cloudy eyes clearly revealed a plea for mercy—"Sigh, can we make peace?"

Reconciliation? At this very moment?

The rebels, who were once fish struggling under Bu Li's knife, resolutely wielded the sharp blade of revenge!

The next instant, the gleaming blade sliced ​​through the loose flesh, emitting a light tremor, stealing the last glimmer of light from the warrior's eyes.

In the laboratory, the Great Black Tower was still frantically verifying the authenticity of the universe.

The power of intellect had not left her, so until now, she was unaware of the profound changes taking place at the core of the universe.

Three minutes later, the Great Black Tower, feigning composure, lifted the smooth, flowing hair beneath its magic hat.

"The universe is real, that conclusion is beyond doubt, so... what's going on outside?"

According to the intelligence she gathered, the entire galaxy is in complete chaos. Anyone who didn't know better would think that a global locust plague had resurfaced or that Emperor III had emerged and started attacking all organic life.

Oh, it's a twist of fate, the Star God collapsed, then it's alright—

This is getting much worse!

Daheita ruffled his long hair and sighed.

On the interstellar network that was opened, the Interstellar Peace Corporation had already been attacked by the civilizations it had been exploiting.

Furthermore, a large number of forces, both large and small, will immediately join the fray, automatically matching you with equally matched opponents.

The flames from the Star Destroyer's gun muzzles have never stopped since the start of the war.

Established, powerful companies launching attacks both internally and externally clashing with diverse, lesser-known civilizations forming alliances – who will win?

The answer is the latter.

Under the mysterious, unseen hand of a humanoid deity, the casualties of the ragtag civilization alliance reached a miraculous figure:

0!

Yes, the casualty figures in every just war in the world are uniformly zero. In the past, so many zeros could only be seen in Chengdu!

As things have progressed to this point, those with keen insight have realized that fate is truly on their side, and their actions have shifted from being cautious to being upright and righteous.

In a remote corner of the universe, above an extremely remote planet, a highly skilled, eccentric individual with a doomed destiny piloted his spaceship to this place.

"Let me see just how vast the protection of fate truly is!"

Three antimatter annihilation bombs, powerful enough to destroy a star, fell from above the atmosphere, leaving brilliant trails like meteors, before exploding into three huge and beautiful fireworks above the kingdom's capital.

"Alas, the tide has turned against us."

The rescuer, having exhausted all options, pulled out his energy pistol, aimed it at his own head, and used the last of his energy on himself.

"Excellent, another person has been saved."

Click—!

The hand of destiny exerted its power once more, and the surging energy scorched his hair, but failed to take his life.

Why?

The man's voice was deliberate and clear, uttering each word slowly and deliberately.

Although he survived, the man's expression was as if he were in more pain than if he were dead.

For some eccentric individuals, living is a more terrifying punishment than death.

and so……

"Are we really not supposed to do anything?"

At one corner of the round table, Xing scrolled through the piles of big news articles popping up online, feeling restless and uneasy no matter how she sat down.

"Take another look at the casualty figures."

"The Rebel Alliance is zero, but the company is already worth hundreds of millions?"

"Yes, from now on, the only ones who will die in war are super-evil species that are evil to a certain degree."

Xia Jie forked a large piece of Pam pie and put it in her mouth, then turned to look at Pam:

"Pam, your pie is certainly crispy and delicious, but it's missing a crucial 'soul'."

What does "soul" mean?

"These are some small gifts for you; you'll understand after you read them."

Xia Jie reached out and pulled out several exquisite books out of thin air.

pat!

Xia Jie slammed the pamphlet on the table and pushed it toward the train conductor, Pam, who was standing not far away.

Pam adjusted her tall conductor's hat and pulled the booklet to her chest to flip through it.

"Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma, Toriko, Cooking Master Boy, SpongeBob SquarePants and the Krabby Patty Recipe, God of Cookery...?"

"These are booklets that record culinary tips from other parts of the world, which may help you develop an even tastier Pam Pie."

"And you, Xing, out of personal appreciation, I have also prepared a special gift for you."

Xia Jie snapped her fingers as she spoke.

"Wow! A seashell!?"

Xing picked up the conch shell in front of her and examined it closely under the light.

"Hmm...it doesn't seem like anything special?"

"No."

Xia Jie shook her head.

"It's a magical conch shell. If you have any questions, just ask it and pull the rope at the opening of the shell, and it will answer you."

"Seashell, seashell, are we really not supposed to do anything?"

Xing pulled the magic conch shell and asked curiously. Without much guile, she instinctively regarded the large conch shell as a magical object that could answer her questions, rather than something more dangerous.

Although it is indeed not dangerous.

"I'll answer you in the most straightforward and direct way—yes, you don't need to do anything."

"So... what's the name of the gentleman across the table who's eating Pam Pie?"

Xing pulled the magic conch shell once again.

"That's the wrong question; there's no one across the table."

"Huh? Where did everyone go?"

Xing's gaze shifted from the conch shell to the opposite side of the table, where Xia Jie's seat was empty.

"No need to look anymore, Xing. While you were playing with the conch shell, that unknown 'Mr. Dark Cuisine Who Loves Pam Pie' disappeared."

Himeko Murata, who was catching up with Old Yang, walked up to Hoshino and extended her hand: "Let's get acquainted. Like Himeko on the train, I'm also called Himeko."

"Seashell, seashell, how do I tell the old Himeko from the new Himeko?"

"It's simple. Drink the coffee they brew. The one that tastes good is the new Himeko's, and the one that can kill you is the old Himeko's."

"Pfft, cough cough cough..."

Dan Heng, who was eating, pretended to choke for a moment, then quickly regained his composure.

The atmosphere inside the train instantly became cheerful, and all the passengers were delighted.

At this time, Xia Jie had already been summoned away from this world of trees, which was a combination of collapse, origin, and iron, because her main body outside the world had finished its seclusion.