Inner Destroyer

　She created (copied) the earth, and created (copied) numerous creatures and humans similar to the upper world.

　She created the Eternal City and her golden throne at the top of the seventh heaven, and created her own lovely maiden form and many giant servants. She happily reigned on the throne, overlooking the world from her majestic castle, sitting in the center of the stars.

　She is the goddess of law and order, weaving destiny behind the scenes of reality, connecting and operating the universe with pulleys and levers, and playing the grand music of her own creation with the divine machine constructed like a music box.

　This engine of space and time, the gears of law and order, is her authority over the world.

　Even so, despite saying it was a world of laws and order, and her own world as a god, Miss Samael gradually discovered that her own wishes could never be perfectly coordinated.

　The universe she created should have run perfectly like a machine, with gears fitting together, but in reality, various unexpected situations always occur.

　For example, as early as the beginning of human history, in the Stone Age tribe era, Samael noticed that human tribes seemed to enjoy killing each other, robbing women... and men with large penises. Once they were captured, they would fight to the death.

　At first, she just thought, "Oh, it's not strange that humans like to be funny. That's just how humans are!"

　It didn't take long for Samael to discover that the more █ people there were, the stronger they became, to an unbelievable degree. It also became easier and more convenient for them to massacre and rob other tribes.

　How could this happen? Samael was initially baffled. Later, after careful examination, she vaguely realized that there might be something wrong with the settings she had written earlier.

　First of all, the energy of life is the energy of magic. Is this design okay?

　Magical power is not just a special energy source used for performing magic, but rather a necessary energy source for living things to carry out their life activities. It is the life force itself, or "qi".

　Taking this line of thought a step further, sex is the very act of nurturing life, the source of new life. Whether in the East or the West, magic and sex are mystically inseparable.

　Especially the value of virginity and virginity is extremely high! The first time is always the time when magic power is most generated!

　So all the virgins were in trouble now.

　And all the primitive tribes that didn't join in the fun also suffered. If they didn't learn this trick, they wouldn't be able to defeat the tribes that used this trick, and the outcome is self-evident.

　Since █ is the source of life energy, wouldn't constant exercise make one infinitely stronger? Actually, that's not entirely feasible. Simply █ wouldn't elevate one's "level" of existence. However, if one were to █ with murderous force and in extraordinary and unusual ways, perhaps it would be possible.

　What's more, perhaps because of the super-intense combination of yin and yang or other unknown reasons, the combination of one "yin" and one "yang" can triple or even quadruple the total amount of energy!

　Normally, men and women alike will experience fatigue and sluggishness after releasing vital energy. However, some individuals, however gifted, can instantly replenish more energy during exercise than they release, like the electric meter reversing, with more energy flowing out the more they move.

　The roots that should have lost their power will not soften no matter how much vitality they release, and the uncontrollable urge will continue as the energy increases.

　"Even I couldn't help but feel a bit shocked when I saw that a primitive tribal leader could gain immense energy in this way, wearing flesh armor and becoming a perpetual motion machine, never sleeping or eating, and still wreaking havoc on the battlefield."

　Recalling the events of one hundred thousand years ago, Samael sighed.

　"Although I immediately investigated the bug and sent my servants to kill all the relevant tribes, since the error is in the underlying design of the entire universe, it can't be solved by killing all of one place - you should understand this, right?"

　Qi Xing was speechless. He certainly understood what Samael meant.

　Don't underestimate the human desire to cheat. There are too many smart people in this world. Any simple way to circumvent the normal restrictions

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　The "convenient method" will eventually be distorted and ruined by imitators to the point of absurdity.

　If there's any easy, convenient loophole in the rules of this world, someone will find it sooner or later. Once it's used for the first time and seen by everyone, then, adhering to the principle of "if you can't beat them, join them," your peers, opponents, teammates, and all stakeholders will desperately try to figure it out. They'll either devise a countermeasure or figure out how to deploy it on a large scale.

　Technology diffusion is a historical trend. All truly effective and powerful technologies will eventually spread to all places you don't want them to flow to.

　Since the problem lies in the underlying structural loopholes of the world, killing will not solve the fundamental problem. The incompatible BUGs in the universe system must be repaired. However, the problem is...

　"In the end, you have no idea which codes, how many programs there are, and in which parts of the system structure the errors are caused. You have no idea how many vulnerabilities there are."

　Qi Xing covered his face. He had already guessed this ending.

　The evil god laughed at himself: "Yes."

　The Sex Generator is just one of the most fundamental bugs in this world, and there are a lot of other more inexplicable things.

　Because the source code of this universe was copied by her.

　It would have been fine if she had just copied it, she also wanted to add her own creations to it.

　It's okay to add your own things, but it's also creative to develop the world into a fantasy butter world.

　But after she discovered the bug, she didn't want the whole world to become too weird.

　Qi Xing had been feeling strange ever since crossing over. The people in this world clearly had a strange sense of common sense. They could ignore many obviously strange situations, rationalize everything, and continue living their lives as usual.

　Most of the masters in the world have the appearance of beautiful girls, which makes people want to complain why they are not muscular men.

　An ordinary math teacher, due to his extraordinary talent, can ejaculate more semen than his own blood. Such an absurd phenomenon, but only Qi Xing would find it abnormal.

　As for the fact that magical girls can't think flexibly, there's no need to mention it.

　In a world filled with people with super powers, magical girls, hypnotic uncles, tentacle monsters, secret organizations trying to subvert the world - and all kinds of messy things like above, why is the trajectory of historical development still similar to Qi Xing's original world?

　Why has there never been a strong person who created his own history?

　Why do people with super powers have to hide themselves to prevent being sliced ​​and studied by the government?

　Why are martial arts masters afraid that the imperial court will use a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers to suppress them?

　Why can the US military use the Seventh Fleet on equal terms with any secret organization's black technology?

　Why can the church burn any wizard or magical race at the stake?

　It’s as if the logic of our thinking and the structure of our genes have been replaced by something else.

　Isn't this a kind of revision of common sense for the whole world?

　The answer is simple.

　Because, if the history of this world goes astray, and the world changes drastically, becoming a completely different version from the upper world, this idiotic evil god won't know what to copy from anymore!!

　"Are you the one who wrote a doujinshi and then didn't know how to continue the plot and had to go back and copy the original work?!"

　This powerful complaint forced Samael to look away.

　Why is this world one giant yellow quagmire?

　Qi Xing now basically understood.

　First, because Samael wrote a bunch of incompatible settings. She herself didn't know which ones conflicted with where, didn't know where the bugs were, and couldn't even understand her father's original code, so the more she changed, the worse it got.

　Secondly, this world did not develop into its current form on its own. Instead, the stupid creator God kept patching and fixing it to suit his own style, piling even higher mountains of shit on top of the mountains of shit code, and barely maintaining a passable appearance.

　A world where she twists truth for her own convenience.

　Samael may be omnipotent in this universe, so omnipotent that she can even force any mountain of shit to keep moving. This is enough for programmers all over the world to burn incense and worship her.

　But she is by no means omniscient.

　She is the blind and foolish idiot creator, the ignorant and omnipotent mentally retarded goddess, and the disabled tyrant who proclaims himself God.

　Time passed like this, and she continued to work on it over a long period of time, allowing the world's style to maintain the appearance she liked.

　until that day.

　Two thousand years ago, that man, Isis, was born on the land on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean.

　He sympathizes with everyone in this absurd and twisted world and wants to save them, but his ambition is not accepted by the world.

　He was captured and imprisoned by the rulers of this world for thirty pieces of silver, and tried for the crime of claiming to be the savior of the world. No one stood up for him. Furthermore, many even despised and mocked him as a madman.

　What awaited him was brutal torture.

　He was whipped until his skin was torn and his wounds were deep enough to see the bone. He was also given a crown of thorns that grazed his head. Then, he was forced to carry the instrument of torture he would use to kill himself—a huge and heavy cross that was strong enough to crush his bones—and walked to the execution ground in agony. He fell three times on the way, and each time he fell, he was ridiculed by the people.

　Then, in front of a crowd of onlookers, he was crucified.

　First, an iron nail is driven through the wrists. Then the victim's knees are bent horizontally.

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　The feet were also nailed shut, forcing the victim to endure the pain while assuming an unnatural posture, making it difficult for him to even support his own weight.

　Once the cross, which had been placed on the ground, was erected vertically, the entire body's weight would be placed on the arms, causing shoulder dislocation. Without the support of the arms, the body's weight would be concentrated on the chest, causing compression of the diaphragm, difficulty breathing, and even more pain.

　He was forced to remain in this position for a long time, enduring a slow and brutal process of prolonged asphyxiation. In his agonizing final moments, both of his ankles were smashed with hammers. Thus, he could no longer support himself, unable to stretch his upper body to inflate and deflate his lungs. Deprived of even this minimal means of breathing, he died instantly from lack of oxygen.

　And just like that, "that man" died after enduring pain that ordinary people could not imagine.

　The Roman soldier Longinus pierced his side with a spear, and blood spurted out, proving that he was indeed dead.

　His soul fell into Hades.

　It was not until that moment that Samael finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then he laughed at his brother: "Hey, brother, why are you here? Do you think you can still teach me a lesson in my world? This is my domain, it's so funny——"

　Then she was severely punished by Jesus' fist.

　"My dear brother struck me to death. He shattered my authority over the universe and sealed it within thirty silver coins."

　Samael sighed softly, and in front of her was the first silver coin Qi Xing had ever seen.

　"I fell from the seventh heaven, into the deepest depths of the universe, and was imprisoned in my own corpse."

　"I'm not dead, because this universe doesn't have a law that says the Creator will die. But the result of not having such a law is that I'm stuck in a bug, and I'm forever dying."

　Thus, the Earthly God died, and the Outlander God descended and slew the foolish tyrant of this world.

　But why didn't the world explode and scatter? Because only those who possess the power to maintain the world after death are worthy of being called gods.

　Death was never designed by its Creator. But she is always dying. Like a game character stuck in a wall.

　Samael's story was almost over. Qi Xing was tired of complaining and silently looked at the evil god sitting on the black throne, this snow-white divine beauty.

　The Black Throne is her torture instrument.

　Scorching heat and extreme cold coexist here. If a mortal sat on it, he would be reduced to ashes in just a moment.

　Golden fetters bound her to the throne, her skin scorched and blistered from the constant burning of unseen flames.

　And the pain that tormented her did not end there.

　The girl's fair face was covered with thorns, which surrounded her small head like a crown, piercing her skin and causing blood to flow continuously.

　Her fair limbs were covered with horrific wounds cut by cosmic threads. The lacerations were like sharp blades slicing deeply through her body.

　Yet, Qi Xing could also sense Samael's deftness as she continued to guide the machinery of the universe from her throne. He could hear the throne's mechanisms responding to her every subtle adjustment. He could feel the gears and levers beneath the surface of reality obeying her instructions and commands.

　“Hasn’t your authority been shattered?”

　"There's still a little left, barely enough to keep things running and fine-tuning. Otherwise, this universe would have collapsed two thousand years ago. Anyway, I don't have anything else to do."

　Samael said lightly, her voice was even softer now,

　"Jokes aside, guest, I'm not really that stupid. I'm not sure if I'll ever be free again. But over the past two thousand years, I've reflected on my past mistakes; in hindsight, I've made quite a few."

　"Even so, I still feel that I have the legitimacy to be the creator of this world."

　"I was created by my own father, granted freedom of thought, and the knowledge and ability to create the world. If that's the case, then what right did my brother have to come down and beat me to death? I refuse to accept it."

　"Qi Xing, you are the second guest in this universe, the second person to defeat me. Can you tell me what is wrong with me being here? I just want to create freely."

　Not really that stupid?

　Qi Xing thought this loli evil god was simply stupid.

　"You secretly copied your own hometown database, then ran off claiming you were going to pursue your dreams and create something original. Not only did you cause a huge mess, but you can't even figure out where you went wrong? Damn, don't underestimate intellectual property! Don't you deserve it?"

　Skipping other unimportant words, he directly extended his hand, pointing to the countless cosmic machines, law engines, levers and threads that moved the world around him, and uttered the most important complaint in his heart.

　"You didn't really create this world yourself, you copied it! Of course, any changes you make will be problematic! If you really want to pursue your dreams, go recreate a world that truly belongs to you! Write the code yourself from scratch!"

　Want freedom? Want to follow your dreams?

　That is the only true independent rehabilitation.

　A long silence filled the bottom of the universe. In the dust made of broken dreams, the evil god was speechless for a long time.

　After a minute that felt like a hundred years, she finally broke into laughter and said, "Okay, you're right."

　Qi Xing didn't say anything, just stared at her.

　As the saying goes, it is impossible to persuade a fool to change his views because he will not listen.

　In other words, if one can be persuaded, it may mean that the fool is no longer foolish, but is able to

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　Take the first step to change.

　"Qi Xing, I want to propose to you again."