Chapter 501: End Overlord: Save This Universe

Entropy increase on the physical plane is truly irreversible; that applies to dead things.

Qin Hao's finger lightly tapped the void, as if that single point had punctured some old cognitive bubble.

He pointed to his own head, then gestured with the back of his hand toward the distant Yanhuang Star Domain, now sinking into revelry.

But life is different, especially life that possesses a soul and independent consciousness.

We think, we create. We organize chaotic information into orderly truth; we shape violent, chaotic energy into precise rules.

Qin Hao braced both hands on the edge of the board, leaning forward; the pressure he exuded even overshadowed the gloom emanating from the End Overlord.

What is this called? This is called—emotional entropy reduction.

You act like an antivirus program, constantly scanning and deleting civilizations, thinking that removing the program will make the computer run faster. In reality? Civilizations are the white blood cells that keep this universe vital!

Without civilizations, the universe is just a stagnant pool of dead water—that's what true brain death is!

As these words fell, the rules within the board's space froze for an instant.

The dark tendrils capable of obscuring the star river ceased their writhing at this moment; their edges began to wither and dissipate over a wide area.

Qin Hao gave the opponent no time to breathe or think; he simply spread his right hand.

Enough, stop doubting yourself. Admitting you're a quack isn't shameful; what's shameful is killing a patient and then burying the body while pretending nothing happened.

Qin Hao's tone softened, gaining a hint of patient persuasion.

Now, there are only two paths before you.

First, continue as the grave keeper, guarding this cosmic tomb, waiting for the day you bury yourself as a funerary offering.

Second.

A clatter sounded.

Qin Hao opened a massive holographic medical ledger, revealing a pre-drafted employment contract for the Universe Alliance.

The clauses were densely packed, and the Party A column bore the four bold characters of Yanhuang Civilization.

Sign this employment contract, and from now on follow me. Starting today, you'll be my deputy chief physician; together we'll give this universe a genuine major operation.

Only by breaking through that wall can this universe live for another trillion eons.

Dead silence.

At this moment, the observation signals of all civilizations across the universe focused on this chessboard.

Countless civilization leaders held their breath, not even daring to draw air.

That is the End Overlord, the Universe Overlord, the entity that commands the truth of endings—would it really bow its head?

At this moment, time felt stretched out.

The black robe behind the End Overlord, symbolizing destruction and death, slipped down slowly.

Revealed beneath was an aged, withered yet still upright true form.

He looked at Qin Hao; in his eyes, once hollow as an abyss, a faint starlight sparked.

That was the spark of hope.

He raised his withered hand.

Without hesitation, he overturned the board that had persisted for hundreds of millions of years.

Countless black and white pieces representing the old order turned to dust and scattered into the void.

Afterward.

This supreme overlord, facing Qin Hao's projection, bent his waist.

This is a rite found only in the oldest civilizations' epics—the salute of the seeker of the Dao.

"Universe Alliance… we wish to honor you as chief physician."

The aged voice echoed across the star sea, carrying relief and also a tremor never before felt.

"Please… save this universe."

As the End Overlord bent, an intangible shackle somewhere in the universe shattered.

Congealed spacetime began to flow again.

But this time, no civilization dared to take the opportunity to flee.

From the G-37 branch to the distant alliance headquarters, from the outskirts of level‑7 civilizations to the core of level‑8 civilizations,

all leaders and all warships turned their bearings in unison,

toward the location of the Miracle Garden—performing a ceremony of the highest standard.

That was the posture of pilgrimage.

They had just personally witnessed a miracle.

A miracle that turned destruction into creation and conscripted the god of death as an assistant.

From this moment on, Yanhuang Civilization ascended undisputed to the pinnacle of the universe.

All right, all right, stop standing there like a statue.

Qin Hao withdrew his consciousness projection, looked at the big shot on the screen who, though bent, still exuded a terrifying aura, and curled his lip.

We don't do that kowtowing thing here; since you've been hired, you've got to work.

Qin Hao waved his hand and directly issued the first order,

"First, send over all the databases of your headquarters' level‑9 technology, packed up. Don't hide anything—consider this your registration fee."

"Moreover."

Qin Hao pointed to the massive fleet behind the End Overlord that had originally been prepared to cleanse the universe.

"Have your subordinates dismantle their weapon systems and replace them with energy collectors and planetary transformation devices. From now on you are the Universe Greening Corps, tasked with fertilizing and planting trees in barren star systems."

Have the dread‑inspiring, kill‑only judgment fleet go farm the land?

The End Overlord's stance stiffened slightly; its CPU was a bit overloaded.

But he quickly resumed his obedience:

"Good."

Watching this scene, the representatives of the various civilizations, who had been trembling from fear,

Suddenly felt absurd, wanting to laugh but not daring to, their faces flushed from holding it in.

This Qin Hao of the Yanhuang Civilization is truly bizarre enough to make one's scalp tingle.

At the moment the crisis was resolved, the aloof, superior aura Qin Hao exuded collapsed instantly.

He looked at the tiny universe slowly spreading above his head, like looking at a pot of freshly stewed century-old chicken soup that had been spilled, his facial features almost squeezed together.

"Oh no! What a loss! It's practically squandering the family fortune!"

Qin Hao slapped his thigh: "This is high-density singularity energy! Just dissipated like that? If we made it into a battery, how many years could it power our civilization?"

He turned his head and shouted at his son, who was standing dazed nearby:

"Qin Zheng! Qin Wu! Why are you just standing there stupidly? Get a bottle and collect some nebula for me! This is a great tonic, don't waste it—bring it back to nourish the kids!"

"Ah? Oh! Okay, Dad!"

"I'm going too! I want the purple one, the one that looks like it has the highest energy density!"

The originally solemn and tense battlefield turned into a large family picnic site.

The Yanhuang people watched this scene, first stunned, then burst into earth-shaking cheers.

This is the Yanhuang Civilization.

Even if the sky falls, as long as the parents are still around, they can use the sky as a blanket.

However.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of victory,

In the distant void beyond.

A consciousness, obscure to the extreme yet vast enough to make souls tremble, awakened.

This consciousness had no emotion, only the coldest procedural logic.

It had been monitoring the operation of this universe, like the underlying firewall of a supercomputer.

"Anomaly detected: Yanhuang Civilization."

"The immune system (Lord of Apocalypse) has been turned."

"Logic determines: the virus has spread to the core region, conventional antivirus failed."

"Execution plan: activate overclock mode, raise temperature overall."

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