Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The Heavenly Blade exudes a chilling aura, as if it embodies all the killing intent in the universe.

Complex and enigmatic spacetime runes flowed across the blade, each rune containing the power to shatter stars.

With the same unstoppable and absolute power that severed all cause and effect, it resolutely slashed down towards Karl deep within the academy!

For the first time, genuine astonishment appeared on Karl's pale face. He hadn't expected Qin Chuan's killing intent to be so resolute, willing to cross galaxies to completely eliminate him.

This resolute decision exceeded his understanding of any known powerful civilization.

In a fraction of a second, he instantly mobilized all the computing power of the large clock, frantically calculating any possibility of surviving this blow.

Countless plans and variables were generated and destroyed in an instant. The various possibilities of the universe flowed rapidly in Karl's consciousness, forming intricate timelines that collapsed one by one.

Ultimately, the clock returned a cold and despairing result: the probability was zero.

This single strike severed all the time branches and spatial variables, leaving only the one and only certain future: "kill Karl".

Any attempt to escape, resist, or even utilize void technology was completely sealed off by the spacetime laws contained within this strike. This was an absolute death sentence, beyond question and unchangeable.

Upon receiving this result, Karl's initial astonishment gradually subsided, returning to his usual calm, even tinged with a strange sense of relief.

He did not try to escape, nor did he put up any more futile resistance. He simply closed the book in his hands, a book he could never finish reading, as if he were simply ending his daily reading routine.

The sound of the book pages closing was particularly clear in the quiet academy.

Perhaps dying on the path of seeking knowledge was the best ending he had ever anticipated.

I just didn't expect the end to come so quickly.

"For my god Karl!"

The three Styx Knights, led by Snow, let out a grief-stricken roar.

Unable to stand by and watch their god perish, they charged towards the celestial blade like moths to a flame, burning their illusory bodies and the latest void engines they were equipped with!

Their figures appeared so small under the flashing blades, yet so resolute.

However, their sacrifice was in vain.

Even the phantom body modified by Karl and the powerful void engine were silently annihilated the moment they touched the blade, unable to even delay it by a fraction of a second, and were completely turned into cosmic dust.

Their existence was completely erased from every dimension of time and space, leaving not a trace, as if they had never existed.

The annihilation of his subordinates did not cause Karl's expression to waver in the slightest.

His gaze remained calm, as if he had already accepted everything.

In the final instant before the blade touched his body, he raised his head, as if piercing through endless void, gazing towards some unknown distance, leaving behind his last words:

"The arrival of the void is an inevitable end..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blade flashed past.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Karl's phantom began to gradually dissipate from the knife wound, turning into countless shimmering particles that drifted away like stardust.

This god of death, who had brought death and fear to countless civilizations in the known universe, finally tasted his own complete and utter death.

His robe slipped silently and fell onto the cold stone ground.

In the instant before consciousness was completely swallowed by eternal nothingness, a memory sealed away by the long years and the theory of emptiness emerged uncontrollably.

Those were the days when I was studying at the Super God Academy. Sunlight streamed through the ancient window frames, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Young Karl and Liang Bing were arguing heatedly over a theory of spacetime, each sticking to their own opinion and neither willing to back down.

Tiny dust particles floated in the air, dancing gracefully in the beams of light.

“Your reasoning has a fatal flaw,” Liang Bing said, pointing to the blueprints, her eyes sparkling with excitement—the pure passion for knowledge. “If we follow your algorithm, the spacetime continuum simply cannot remain stable!”

Carl frowned in rebuttal, but an unconscious smile played on his lips.

The debate lasted all afternoon until the sun set and golden rays bathed the research room, at which point the two realized that their viewpoints could actually complement each other.

So they shook hands and made peace, agreeing to go to the library together to continue their research, and to dream together about the unknown mysteries of the universe...

At that time, they only had a thirst for knowledge in their eyes, and had not yet been tainted by their own obsessions and ambitions.

That was the happiest time of his life.

Karl, who had always been indifferent to death, felt a faint but real sense of resentment deep in his consciousness in this final moment.

That sense of loss did not stem from a attachment to life, but rather from a longing for that innocent time and a regret for those possibilities that could have happened but were ultimately missed.

It turns out that, in the end, he still cherished some things.

Then, everything returned to utter nothingness.

As the last glimmer of light faded, Death God Karl fell completely.

Death Song Academy returned to silence, with only the ancient books still lying quietly on the bookshelves, as if silently witnessing the end of an era.

A gentle breeze rustled through the pillars, emitting a low, mournful murmur, as if playing a final elegy for this genius who was obsessed with knowledge but headed towards destruction.

The void remains, but its interpreters have vanished.

Chapter 58 The Man Who Is the King of Gods

The news of Karl's complete demise was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake; the ripples it caused swept through the entire known universe's top civilization network at a speed exceeding the speed of light.

This is not merely the transmission of information; it is more like a vibration at the level of laws.

All civilizations that reached the god-like level sensed at that moment a slight reconstruction of the universe's underlying rules—a lamentation caused by the fall of supreme divinity, and the prelude to a new era.

The Sun Civilization and the Angel Civilization had anticipated this and remained silent and respectful.

Pan Zhen stood atop the Heavenly Dao Tower, gazing at the starry sky and letting out a long sigh, his robes fluttering in the interstellar wind:

"The mandate of heaven has changed, and the universe will usher in a new ruler. The power of a being who can sever cause and effect and cross galaxies to kill Karl is beyond our comprehension."

In the Angel Nebula, He Xi and Yan stood side by side, exchanging a smile.

A complex light flickered in Yan's eyes as she said softly, "From now on, our order of justice needs a new coordinate. An existence that can easily end Karl may redefine the rules of the universe."

Countless other civilizations that had previously spied on or participated in Earth's conflicts were frantically searching for information about the person who made the move, amidst endless shock.

They used the most advanced quantum computers, mobilized a monitoring network spanning galaxies, and even spared no expense in expending millennia of accumulated energy to deduce the details of that war.

However, all their efforts were in vain, and in the end they could only confirm one thing—that being existed and belonged to Earth.

Using the word "god" to describe this being seems pale and powerless.

To obliterate Hua Ye, who possessed a fifth-generation divine body, with a flick of the finger, and to completely end the immortal and indestructible Death God Karl across the galaxy... This is a power that has surpassed the comprehension of all god-level civilizations in the current universe.

The word involuntarily came to mind for all the rulers of advanced civilizations.

In an instant, the interstellar communication channels to Earth were overwhelmed by a flood of friendly signals.

Among them, the Triangular Civilization moved the fastest and adopted the lowest posture.

They not only took the lead in acknowledging the Divine River Entity as the dominant biological form in the known universe, but also issued a statement of unconditional surrender to Earth, only praying that the super-god-like being would forgive their previous offenses.

When Ge Xiaolun and the others received the almost humble surrender message from the Triangular Civilization, they were all stunned.

"This... they've already voted? Weren't they supposed to be vying for dominance of the universe?"

Zhao Xin looked incredulous, and almost dropped the spear in his hand.

"Where did their arrogant attitude, treating us like inferior beings, go?" Rui Mengmeng was also very confused, turning to look at Ge Xiaolun beside her. "Xiaolun, is this the universal law of survival of the fittest that you mentioned?"

After a long silence, Ge Xiaolun said with a wry smile, "Now it seems that it's not a case of the strong preying on the weak, but rather that the principal alone has redefined the laws of the universe."

It wasn't until Lianfeng summarized and analyzed the reactions of various civilizations in the universe that they truly understood.

The entire civilization of Earth has been propelled to unprecedented heights by Qin Chuan alone!

The planet that once required the mighty army to fight to the death to protect has now become the center of power in the known universe; the civilization that once struggled even to travel between stars has now become a sacred place where all races come to pay homage.

To single-handedly deter countless extraterrestrial civilizations—what an incredible feat!

In an instant, the admiration and worship that the members of the Super Soldier Company had for Qin Chuan reached its peak, flowing like a mighty river.

Where is Qin Chuan now, who is revered by countless civilizations and admired by his comrades?

He remained with Keisha, in that silent starfield that was once the Emerald Star.

He had already absorbed all the energy from the supernova explosion, and he also refined the resources he had previously acquired, until he finally achieved his goal not long ago.

The star field was unusually quiet at this moment, and even the interstellar dust seemed to have solidified. Only the energy radiance flowing around the two people slowly rotated like the most magnificent nebula in the universe.

Every microparticle in Qin Chuan's body contains the immense energy of a third-generation divine body, and his comprehension of the rules of spacetime is also close to perfection.

That is why he was able to unleash a strike that transcended galaxies, severed cause and effect, and dazzled even Keisha.

If you look closely, you'll notice that the space around Qin Chuan is slightly distorted, and the flow of time is also slightly different from the outside world.

This is a natural manifestation of his mastery of time and space, as if he were a part of time and space, or rather, time and space were an extension of his will.

"This strike... it seems the position of King of Gods should be yours to take."

Keisha exclaimed sincerely, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

As the queen of gods who has reigned supreme over the universe for tens of thousands of years, she understands the meaning of this strike better than anyone else.

That was not simply a matter of overwhelming force, but rather a profound understanding and application of the origins of the universe.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan smiled slightly and put his arm around her shoulder: "What's the point of being the King of Gods? I still prefer being the man who is the King of Gods."

His fingertips gently brushed against Keisha's golden hair, a natural yet intimate gesture.

These teasing words caused Keisha, who was usually dignified and composed, to blush slightly, revealing a rare hint of girlishness.

She leaned gently towards Qin Chuan, her tone tinged with reproach: "In tens of thousands of years, you are the first person who has dared to speak to me like this."

"And the last one."

Qin Chuan responded naturally, as if it were the most natural thing in the universe.

After the jokes, the two turned to serious matters.

Karl's dying words were more like a heavy prophecy, lingering in the minds of the two men.

“The ultimate fear…” Keisha said solemnly, straightening up from Qin Chuan’s embrace. “It seems inevitable that this will happen as long as civilizations in the known universe continue to develop. The once glorious and prosperous Divine River civilization vanished overnight, which is the most vivid warning. We must be prepared.”

But the ultimate fear is too ethereal and elusive; no one knows its true nature, and even if one wanted to guard against it, there's no way to do so.