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Chapter 275 Simulated Universe: Locust Plague (10)

Gintama.

Kagura stared at the insects that kept appearing on the sky screen and asked with her head tilted, "Gin, I still don't understand what that lady from the Black Tower said. Does breeding mean giving birth to insects continuously?"

"Hmm..." Gintoki lay on the sofa, picking his nose lazily, "Let me give you an example. If I were the Star God of Milk, walking on the path of Milk, then my power would be to control all the milk in the universe - whether it's strawberry milk or expired milk, all of it must obey me."

Shinpachi pushed up his glasses and couldn't help but say, "What kind of metaphor is this! And why milk? You want to drink milk now, right? Who can understand this metaphor!?"

"Don't interrupt me!" Gintoki continued, "Anyway! But under the manifestation of my power, not only cows can produce milk, but any creature in this world, including Sadaharu and humans - can produce milk."

"Not only that, I can also distort the concept of 'milk'. Anything squeezed out by hand, whether it's toothpaste or shampoo...will eventually become milk."

"--Ohhhhh!" Kagura's eyes were practically bursting with stars, "This Star God is really super-super powerful, Aru! So if I were the 'Vinegar Konbu Star God', could I turn all the snacks in the world into vinegar kelp?"

Gintoki nodded and said, "Of course, if you want, the guys in the shogunate will have vinegared kelp floating in their miso soup in the morning."

This is my fate...

It's so narrow that it might be swallowed up by other star gods in a second...

-

"Let's continue and listen to what Taiyi has to say." Heita couldn't wait to change the position of the stars again.

Beneath Taiyi's body, an empire roared, and his followers roared in harmony. He seemed to float in the air, yet his figure was imposing, his face radiant with the brilliance of a hymn. Every word he uttered seemed like a series of syllables arranged vertically, with hues sometimes dark and sometimes rich.

"He descended, embracing the Amber King's massive, fragmented head in a friendly embrace. He seemed to move closer... and Xing finally heard his voice clearly. It was the simultaneous roar of the Emperor's weapons, which spread out like light beneath him—"

"You have finally accepted my invitation...Creper; those who disrupt the situation do not follow the rules and are cautious, and their actions will not be forgiven."

"You who control the will of transformation—Amber King, you will be held responsible for a heavy responsibility."

-

Attack on Titan.

Armin held his breath and looked up at the majestic figure in the sky.

He had never imagined that absolute order could be so breathtakingly beautiful. In that majestic and sacred radiance, it seemed as if it were revealing the ultimate answer to cosmic civilization. The resonance of myriad harmonies drew him in irresistibly...

"——Armin!"

Eren's voice interrupted his thoughts at the right time, and Armin realized that he had been distracted for a long time.

"No matter how long you stare at Him, Order won't respond." Allen shrugged. "It seems that even the Star God's power has its limits. Otherwise, He wouldn't seek cooperation with the Protector."

"Mikasa, do you think King Amber will accept Taichi's invitation?" Armin looked at the girl who was covering her face with a scarf beside Eren.

"I think... I don't think so." Mikasa shook her head. She lowered her eyebrows and glanced at Eren beside her, and said cautiously: "The Amber King's mission is to build a wall. Only by building a wall can he fulfill his destiny of protection, right?"

"But if we ignore this crisis and just keep building the wall, what's the difference between the lives within it and livestock?" Allen said, gazing at the crumbling Wall Maria in the distance, gritting his teeth. "What's the point of such protection? It's nothing more than a lingering survival..."

"Then Allen, you mean that the Amber King will agree?"

"Yes." Allen nodded firmly. "In my opinion, the true meaning of preservation is to kill all enemies outside the wall without leaving a single one alive, regardless of whether they are [Greed] or [Breeding]. Only when all enemies are completely eliminated can [Preservation] be truly achieved."

-

"The scorching sun poured down like molten iron, burning Xing's back. She blinked her dry eyes. Her rough fingers were covered in grayish-white mud. The blisters on her palms had broken, mixed with sand and gravel, sticking to her skin."

"Black Tower, what am I doing..."

"The time for close admiration of Order has ended. If you want to learn more about Him, remember to take more tests~" the Black Tower whispered in my ear. "This time, you play as Achieveri, the Pioneer. It seems that you are now among the City Builders, the Preservationists."

“Achivelli was also a city builder?”

"Xing, when you get out of this simulation, I'm going to have Ji Zi give you a good lesson," Heita said unhappily. "Akivelli is the star god closest to humans. He once adventured, fought, and lived alongside mortals."

"Okay." Xing raised her head and looked around blankly. The towering city walls stretched to the end of the sight, and countless ragged builders clung to them like ants. She was sitting beside an unfinished wall foundation, with a middle-aged man lying beside her.

"The man was as thin as a piece of dried firewood, his straw hat covering his face. His chest rose and fell slowly, clearly sound asleep. His hands and feet were covered in calluses, his nails filled with wall dust, but a hint of unseemly contentment played at the corners of his mouth."

"This guy is slacking off—" Xing quickly woke him up with a kick and asked him why he was building a wall here.

"How should I know? The city builders claim they received inspiration from the Amber King's hammer sound and are now urgently constructing walls across all star systems."

"What revelation?" Xing continued.

The man looked bewildered, lazily covering his face with his straw hat. "I don't know. I don't know. I'll wait until the builders tell me the revelation, and then I'll start working."

"It seems Order and Preservation have indeed reached some kind of deal," Black Tower said, somewhat puzzled. "...I'm curious how the City Builders received the Star God's revelation, gaining such accurate information from the hammer's sound alone, allowing them to construct high walls to defend against foreign enemies in advance. Klipper usually doesn't care much for mortals, and looking down on them is more like the behavior of Taiyi of Order."

"But it's not surprising that these two Star Gods are on good terms, given that protection and order intersect. Honestly, I quite admire Taiyi. He exudes the aura of an ancient empire, like majestic marble. This also bears some resemblance to Krippo—they both embody the qualities of a guardian deity, though in different forms."

Chapter 276 Simulated Universe: Locust Plague (XI)

"In short, Taiziyulus's fall seems directly related to [Preservation]. I believe only that giant hammer, shrouded in divine power, could have pierced the body of another god. However, the full story is surely far more complex than this, and I truly struggle to determine how the Star Gods fought..."

-

Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

In the dimly lit church basement, Hestia sat on a wooden crate, swinging her fair legs. She muttered, "The Star God of [Protective] used his hammer to beat another Star God to death?" She tilted her head, her black twintails cascading over her shoulders. "Isn't that a little too plain?"

Bell sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the girl beside him: "Then, Lord God, what do you think the battle between Star Gods should be like?"

"Hmm..." The goddess puffed up her cheeks and gestured in the air, "That's a Star God! The battle scene must be grand, right? Like, one hammer strike and the aftershocks alone could explode countless galaxies!"

"Ah? Then what exactly did He protect..."

Bell scratched his head. "I think the battles between Star Gods aren't necessarily spectacular. They represent their own destinies. Just like [Fertility]'s ascension was only a fleeting moment, I think its fall might also be just a moment."

Hestia rested her chin on her hand and pondered, "Are you saying that Krippo could end the battle with a single blow, completely destroying the very concept of 'reproduction'?"

"I'm not sure..." Bell looked up at the endless wall in the sky. "The concept of [reproduction] definitely still exists. Just like after the fall of the Star God, there are still rapidly multiplying swarms of insects in the universe - but perhaps they have been sealed by the Protector Star God? For example, he hammered his body into pieces and then sealed them one by one..."

"But this method isn't very stable, is it? What if someone finds the fragments of the [Breeding] corpse and wants to use the remaining power to do evil?"

"My Lord, there's no guarantee someone will find it..." Bell muttered softly, "If someone does, we can only hope they're a good person, right?"

-

"There's a strange smell in the tavern."

"Xing sat on a wooden bench in the corner, staring at the glass of beer in front of him, which was soaked with fluorescent beetles. The insect wings slowly stretched out in the amber liquid, like some kind of strange art."

"Besides this cup, there are even more people researching how to make wine from insects born during locust plagues. At the counter, a scholar wearing a monocle rolled up his sleeves and pulled out young true stinging insects that had been soaking in a vat of wine for a long time. He then poured a cup of insect wine and handed it to Xing: "Hey, man, trust me... this stuff is very nourishing."

"…Thank you." Xing silently pushed the glass further away.

"Now you're a member of the Masked Fool," Black Tower's voice echoed beside her. Xing turned around and saw Black Tower's holographic projection fiddling with the real stinging insect soaked in wine. She pursed her lips and said, "According to records, [Joy] also participated in this war of the gods. His followers, the [Masked Fool], naturally wouldn't miss out on such cosmic fun."

“Is this matter related to Aha? Did He also attack [Reproduction]?”

Black Tower shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know that, but you can learn some truth from the Masked Fool's actions."

"As the two were talking, Xing noticed something strange in the wine glass in front of her. Chaotic ripples appeared in the wine. Not only her, but the other Fools also saw the same scene in their glasses."

"Some say the ripples mean 'add more cumin when grilling bugs,' others say it's a silent accusation of [breeding]... Anyway, the people in the tavern argued about it for three days and three nights, and finally concluded that this was Aha's revelation—'Stop drinking, go help the gods!'"

"How to get there is also a problem. Fortunately, the Idea King suggested that they steal the Mourning Operator's gondola."

"We all share a happy destiny, so using the word 'steal' is so inappropriate," Xing righteously corrected. "It's clearly borrowed! We're all family, so saying 'steal' would be awkward, right?"

“Oh my! This guy has a lot of insight!” The Masked Fool at the head of the group said with admiration, waving his hand. “Let’s go! Let’s borrow their gondola!”

"Xing... I've noticed you have the potential to be a Masked Fool." Heita silently touched his forehead, "But these Masked Fools are really lax."

"In the blink of an eye, Xing found herself on an interstellar ship—this must be what fools call a gondola."

"The ship is bustling with activity. On their way to aid the Star God, many enthusiastic members of the Star God faction have gathered on board, even some unknown guests. But after counting the stars, I found that the Masked Fool is the only one missing."

"—Those guys ran away a long time ago, and this huge ship was given to them as well."

-

Black robe patrol team.

"These masked fools are fucking cowards. Although I admire their taste in drinking, they deserve to die for doing something like this."

The soldier boy raised a glass of whiskey and looked coldly at the bustling crowd on the ship.

Butcher held his cigarette in his mouth, a smug smile playing on his face. "Come on, I think these lunatics are just right for me." He blew out a puff of smoke. "They tricked a bunch of pretentious idiots into getting themselves killed, and then they just sat back and watched the show—that's a brilliant trick! I'm almost in love with these bastards."

Bluff... Butcher glanced at the soldier boy beside him, and suddenly found that the Masked Fool's script seemed to be applicable to him and the soldier boy as well.

The smile on his face grew wider.

"But then again, even if these guys want to help the Star God, what can they do with their power? Serve as food for those bugs? Or get smashed to death by the Amber King's hammer?" said the soldier boy.

"Who knows? Perhaps as a 'war correspondent'?"

"Oh, I understand what you mean... That's pretty damn important. When I fought bravely in Normandy, when I was fighting the Nazis... It was these war correspondents who captured the footage of me fighting."

"Oh……"

Butcher rubbed his temples, feeling the pain rising from his skull. This bastard was about to start spouting nonsense again, using his fabricated macho show experiences and making them sound like real history—he was quite the talent. The key was that it wasn't convenient to expose him right now; he still had to rely on him to deal with that bastard, Homelander…

Chapter 277 Simulated Universe: Locust Plague (XII)

Starcraft.

The surface of Char groans in sulphurous storms, veins of molten lava pulsing beneath the cracked, scorched earth.

Kerrigan stood on top of the Bone Spike Hive, her gaze following the gondola that Xing was riding, witnessing countless planets swept by the Zerg swarm. Following Xing's perspective, she gazed at the wriggling shadow in the depths of the universe.

It was a swarm of insects born from [breeding]—no, not simply insects. They were the embodiment of a certain concept, a blasphemous interpretation of "breeding" itself. Inorganic life within his population replicated, multiplying into insects, spreading like cancer, twisting cold mechanical structures into flesh. They lacked the powerful genes of the Zerg, not even evolution, only endless self-replication, a flaw in the laws of the universe.

"Disgusting," Abathur hissed, his multi-jointed appendages clicking beneath his carapace, his compound eyes gleaming with a cold gleam. "Inefficient proliferation, a meaningless accumulation of numbers. The Swarm should strive for individual perfection, not... this blasphemy."

"Blasphemy?" Kerrigan's lips curled up slightly. "Look at them, Abathur. They need no genetic sequences, no evolution chambers, and can even twist inorganic life into their own kind. If the Zerg can master this power—"

"Then we will attract something more terrible than destruction."

Abathur's vocal glands vibrated, emitting a low-pitched hum. "Queen, you have forgotten the existence of the C'tan. Tai-I's gaze falls upon any foolish creature who seeks to break this order. If the Zerg become unbridled breeders, we will become nothing more than piles of ash beneath the C'tan's hammer."

Kerrigan was silent for a moment. Her psychic sense sensed Abathur's fear—not the fear of death, but the fear that the evolution of the Swarm had been twisted by the destiny of breeding.

Abathur brandished his sharp forelimbs. "Observe the entity, and tap into its potential. Study the bloodline, adjust the sequence, twist the essence, dismantle the limbs, and reassemble them. Perfection—the future of the Zerg should be one of plunder, devour, and transcendence, not of a mindless, replicating plague."

Kerrigan turned around silently. She did not respond to Abathur's words, but just looked up at the starry sky quietly.

At the end of the unknown star region...is there a star god who has cast his gaze on her insect swarm?

-

"After sailing for several Amber Ages, the starship finally arrived at its destination: the Ilaidishina star region."

"The first crew members of the gondola have died, and their descendants have grown old. To celebrate everyone's successful arrival at the destination, they decided to vow to do something to celebrate the feat of these generations working together!"

""Dance!""

"I don't know who in the crowd first brought it up, but it quickly gained everyone's approval. On a barren expanse of iron sheets and russet-brown scorched earth, Xing and the others, hand in hand, danced awkwardly around the gondola, while some of the accompanying mourners wept with joy."

"As Xing danced among the crowd, she suddenly caught sight of a figure standing quietly in the shadows."

"He was a man in a tattered uniform, adorned with the military emblem of Eliedishina. His eyes were like two extinguished stars, bottomless. When their gazes met his, the 'self-destructor' slowly raised his withered arm and handed over a stack of yellowed cloth."

"An old acquaintance," Black Tower exclaimed in amazement, "This 'self-destructor' is still alive."

"'Self-annihilator?'" This was the first time Xing had heard the term.

"They are just a bunch of pitiful people who have lost the meaning of existence under the shadow of [Nothingness] IX," Black Tower explained nonchalantly. "For people like them, their very existence will gradually fade away. Their skin will rot, their endocrine system will become disordered, and they will lose their memories and senses. In dreams and hallucinations, they will witness their own figures disappearing into black holes."

"The man's gaze suddenly grew fierce. Xing followed his gaze and spotted a memory bubble hanging in front of the gondola. He swallowed and held out his hand."

"At this moment, a strange, complex sound emanated from the sky. Xing saw that the people on the gondola were unable to resist this sound. It was hard to understand which dimension these notes came from. It was a roar, a whimper, a laugh, and a horizontally arranged chorus of hymns. The people around him, as if inspired by God, began to knock on the memory bubble with the man without any obstruction - until it burst!"

"A [Shadow of Nothingness] emerges from the memory bubble."

“‘Finally…Finally…’ His voice was broken, but his arms were outstretched like a pilgrim welcoming divine revelation.”

"Before Xing could even retreat, the Self-Destroyer pounced on him. His movements were as clumsy as a child learning to walk for the first time, yet as resolute as a moth to a flame. The moment he made contact with the Memory Bubble—"

"Silent oblivion."

"In the shadow of nothingness lies the 'back' of an entire world." Black Tower sighed softly, like a feather that had drifted for a long time and landed on the ground. "He finally found his lost self."

"By the way, what's that sound?" Xing looked up at the sky. The sound coming from the sky didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

“Oh, that’s what you’re talking about.”

"The Black Tower smiled faintly, "This is the signal for the start of the War of the Gods."