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

Without a doubt, this is a power that touches the boundaries of logic, the pinnacle of objective idealism, and a first existence that has reached the fifth realm, standing on equal footing with the first cause of all heavens.

If we frame all the heavens and myriad worlds within a worldview and regard them as a super-large universe of the same essence, then he is a primordial deity who precedes heaven and earth and is born alongside the Great Dao.

Even in novels with a so-called high-end primordial worldview, it would have to be Pangu himself, in the chaos of ignorance, personally wielding his axe to chop down such a being, and even then, he wouldn't be able to cut it down very well.

Well... it depends on the version. In some versions, Pangu gets his essence blood drained by the system every day, and then the system's host can only play basketball after merging with the essence blood.

It has been determined that the stool has been completely excreted.

With Xia Jie's current level of attainment, the sixth realm, "Logic," is already a realm where one can define oneself at the level of logic, almost like an author.

This level of ability has subtly transcended the realm of objective idealism and truly touched the boundary of subjective idealism.

Moving forward to the seventh realm, one is omniscient and omnipotent. In this realm, everyone who understands it understands it. One can sit at the same table as "True Idealism" without needing to discuss anything further.

Xia Jie stretched out her essence, which was even more magnificent than the infinite world, in the void, and then differentiated a small part of her own will, which she then threw into the infinite world.

The insights gained from the fifth realm were already beyond human language to describe, and the sixth realm, with its own set of logic, was even further away. Xia Jie saw no possibility of breaking through.

Therefore, before valuable inspiration arrives, Xia Jie chooses to bring change to this endless world.

By the way, let's hope that his experiences in some other world might bring him some inspiration?

Then the light rain pierced through the void and scattered across the boundless ocean of the world.

In most of the world, there are no humans, no life, no Earth, no matter, and even the form of existence is not the universe.

The light that fell into it immediately transformed into human form, embarking on the mission of creation, building an interesting alien world bit by bit from nothing, entirely according to its own interests.

The world is infinite, just as an infinite number of monkeys could type out all of Shakespeare's works. To put it bluntly, it's similar to the parallel universe cesspool theory.

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In an infinite world, with endless possibilities, there will always be a few worlds that evolve "life" and even "humanity".

Because the base population is large enough, the number of worlds that have evolved into "humans" is also far greater than astronomical figures.

In this countless human world, there are also a few coincidental "miracles" whose historical trajectories are strikingly similar to those of fantasy works on Earth.

A drop of pure white light pierced through the highest heavens and fell upon the sacred Terra.

The light transformed into a human form, shouting things like "The emperor's throne rotates, this year it's my turn" and "The emperor is the strongest and most powerful man." It then rushed into the magnificent palace, and amidst the astonished gazes of the imperial guards, kicked the ancient sorcerer off the golden throne and sat down itself.

And nothing happened.

Well, nothing went unnoticed. The skeletons kicked into the tomb instantly sprouted plump flesh and blood, completing their resurrection.

Then, he immediately grabbed the leg of the person sitting on the throne, expressing his willingness to give up the throne of the human empire and inviting Xia Jie to be the emperor for life.

The Lightman sat firmly on the throne without any pressure, seizing the faith accumulated in the essence of the Emperor's warp, and even the position of one of the eight gods.

So, on an ordinary day in the 40K, a time of great suffering for the Empire, the cold, black sun disappeared, and a pure golden sun rose.

Wherever the sun shines, the long-dried-up Terra ripples with clear fresh water, and among the lush aquatic plants, anglers can encounter plump fish leisurely blowing bubbles.

Warm sunlight streamed into the dark, sunless nest, and incredibly fresh air lingered in the mutants' lungs. An invisible force corrected their genes and skulls, washing away their diseases and toil.

Wherever the sunlight shines, the starchy lumps of corpses puff up into soft, white bread with a crispy crust, and the garbage mountains filled with deadly radiation and biochemical toxins transform into fragrant mounds of earth covered with flowers before the kneeling inhabitants of the Lower Nest.

The golden sunlight, like the gaze of a god, judges everything in the world.

The fallen, the corrupt, and the souls beneath their flesh that were beyond redemption and unworthy of redemption were scorched to death under the blazing sun.

Green-skinned orcs who had killed people turned to ashes in the sunlight, while those who had not killed people gained humanity under the guidance of the sunlight and became a subspecies of interstellar humans.

The insatiable swarm of insects finds painful rest in the sunlight; the innocent newborns, guided by the sunlight, develop forms suitable for production and construction; and the eternally thirsty souls are satisfied in gratitude.

The pointed-eared creatures, who took pleasure in torment, had nowhere to hide under the sun's gaze and perished in the blink of an eye. A very few survivors, who were barely clean, received a redemption imposed by the Lord of Humanity in their confusion.

The evil and chaotic babbling that tormented the psionicists crumbled and burned under His gaze, and on every planet His gaze passed, all the innocent souls that had not been burned felt a profound peace and tranquility.

The paths of the subspace were straightened under the sunlight, the Geller force field became superfluous, and the equally superfluous navigators lost their third eye between their brows and became ordinary humans.

The fleet's machine spirits roared excitedly under their gaze, and the dilapidated hulls were transformed.

Highlords, Mechanicus, Inquisitors, Astartes, Tau Empire, and even demons that come to reality through rifts and summons to wreak havoc—however they may interpret this sun that shines across the galaxy, they will all succumb to its might.

The beings who descended did not want to give this rotten world too much autonomy, lest these gods cause some more terrible trouble, so all they could do was submit.

The world should operate under the will of the golden sun, engraving its benevolence and power into its very bones.

So, inspired by the sunlight, the inhabitants of the Nest City raised their hands, jumped for joy with tears in their eyes, and shouted from the bottom of their hearts:

"Kindness!!!"

The Emperor's kindness can never be repaid!

After illuminating the present world, the Great Sun, barely satisfied, directed its boundless power toward the four ugly kingdoms deep within the highest heavens.

The garden of decay, the six rings of desire, the ever-changing labyrinth, the eternal battlefield, the eternal battle between the Gao brothers and Mao brothers beyond the realm, and a large number of secondary evil gods, all turned to ashes under the great sun.

The golden flames that burned away all things spread toward the four ancient beings who transcended a single time and space. Their twisted emotions were mercilessly annihilated, and their conceptualized supreme essence was cleansed in the molten gold of the great sun, recast into a brand new divine embryo.

The four divine embryos were reborn in the highest heaven, becoming the "God of Beauty and Joy," the "God of Life and Abundance," the "God of Wisdom and Progress," and the "God of Strength and Courage," making amends for their past, present, and future mistakes in the disordered flow of time.

Time in the subspace is not linear, so sunlight, originating from the subspace, washes away the accumulation, fusion, and fermentation of millions of years, eventually transforming into a foul ocean of emotions resembling a cesspool.

With a single, forceful twist of my own power, the torrent of emotions, like a sea of ​​excrement, was transformed in an instant into a compassionate yet arrogant ray of sunlight, illuminating all of time and space.

Thus, in the darkness of 40K, the descendant who could not bear the stench of the cesspool became the all-good savior.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

On the golden throne, which was essentially a giant toilet, Xia Jie wore a twisted expression that said, "I'm so jealous."

"Damn, what kind of shitty world is this? It's absolutely disgusting."

Hearing about the setting and experiencing it firsthand are two different things. Having arrived here, all he can say is that if an undamaged transmigrator were to actually transmigrate here, crying like a fart spirit whose toe has been stepped on would already be considered strong.

A person who can hold back their tears is practically a talking steel plate.

It feels like those demonic cultivators in fantasy novels who would slaughter entire cities to forge the Ten Thousand Soul Banner would seem kind and approachable here.

Xia Jie looked at the fanatical believers in the Milky Way who were plotting to kill her entire family to repay the Emperor's favor, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

Damn it, how could the human empire be so rotten?!

Chapter 194 Alice and Alice and Alice

"Alice, Alice, Alice, my Alice..."

The sun shines brightly, and the trees are lush and green.

Before the campfire in the sacred forest, a man clad in armor was muttering incoherently in a daze.

Xia Jie looked at the immortal Green in front of her, her face gradually turning red and hot.

His skin turned red.

If Warhammer is a cesspool that's been around for ages, then this is a Cthulhu-themed cesspool with an Outer Gods special edition, dressed up in a fairytale guise.

An absolutely twisted evil god, an absolutely insane drama, an absolutely pathetic soul, and absolutely real sin and love.

This is Blacksouls, a collection of miniature gardens filled with twisted fairy tales, created by the rulers of the Cthulhu.

Whether the soul is kind or evil, it will gradually descend into madness under the torment of this insane world scribbled upon by these evil gods.

The sober-minded reap the tragedy of impermanence and endless suffering, while the fallen find no liberation; only utter death can serve as a resting place for the soul.

Xia Jie's gaze pierced through the surface of matter. In the gaps of the trembling silver-white iron helmet, beneath the flesh and blood of the undead Grimm who was muttering in his sleep, a large number of souls, violently mixed together, embraced, tore, and wailed with each other, eventually converging into a wisp of consciousness called "Grimm" that was on the verge of collapse.

That consciousness, centered on obsession, struggles to survive between mania, kindness, rationality, and ignorance.

This being, pieced together from the souls of numerous creators, with the three souls of Grimm, Carol, and Andersen as the dominant consciousness, and the audience's blessing and curse, is a royal stud, jokingly referred to as "class" by netizens on Earth. He has only just begun a long tragedy.

What awaits him next is battle, loss, battle, loss, endless battles and endless losses, until there is no redemption in the end.

Before reaching the end, this immortal man couldn't even ask to die.

Fortunately, Hagisha arrived.

"Sleep well, Green. Redemption will come after peaceful sleep."

Xia Jie tapped on Green's armor, gently comforting the many souls beneath his skin.

He reached out and pushed Green into the white light that led to the normal world outside the miniature garden.

Green appeared in the sky outside, and the deformed souls separated in the gentle breeze, returning to their original flesh and blood.

Green's consciousness did not disappear as a result. With Xia Jie's help, he became independent and gained a soul and flesh that matched this consciousness.

During this time, Xia Jie blocked the evil god forces that wanted to keep Grin. Then, the many suffering souls trapped in the miniature garden broke free from the ruler's control under the absolute power and returned to the stable reality.

"I hope that after you wake up, you, and all of you, can find peace again."

Xia Jie offered her blessings.

Being loved by a bunch of inhuman, indescribable evil gods, enduring countless inhuman loves that could crush one's soul, he truly felt no envy whatsoever.

These yandere characters who love someone to the point of physical death are truly terrifying to anyone who comes across them, roughly equivalent to a white man accidentally meeting a gay man, or Hakimi mistakenly entering a cat abuse zone.

Unlike those who complain about being tricked by capitalists, Green was genuinely tricked by evil gods like Nyarlathotep.

After Xia Jie forcibly took away the protagonist, the actors, and even all life in the miniature garden, leaving only a desolate scene, the tangible hand of the mastermind Green finally arrived behind Xia Jie.

"Give me back Green!"

A girl's sweet voice came from behind Xia Jie, who turned around to glance back.

A blue bow, long, flowing golden hair, and a light blue dress that exudes girlish charm—yet, where Alice's face should be, there is only emptiness.

That's Nyarlathotep dressed up as Alice, cosplaying as Alice.

"If you want it, then come and get it yourself. You should have known this rule long ago."

A series of unintelligible drumbeats sounded, and Xia Jie slowly drew the long sword that had suddenly appeared in her hand.

Nyarlathotep, full name Nyarlathotep, the Chaos of the Crouching, is a famous god of amusement in the Cthulhu Mythos, one of the masterminds behind Grimm's schemes, and enjoys watching Grimm's agonizing search for Alice.

Behind Nyarlathotep Alice, a green-haired, pointy-eared fairy with a ferocious expression stared intently at Xia Jie.

The fairy Liev, in the original story, accompanied Grimm as he fought monsters and grew, finally achieving a happy ending for the whole family. However, in this fake ending, she turned out to be a seemingly innocent green worm who killed everyone Grimm cared about.

The original character is the morbidly humorous goddess "Mary Sue," whose hobbies include Grimm's and fairy tales. Therefore, she has constructed a dung-like miniature garden composed of fairy tales that have been completely distorted.

The level of "care" shown towards Green falls somewhere between that of Tappei Nagatsuki towards Subaru Natsuki and that of the fourth sister, Little Sheep, towards Index.