Chapter 522: Forging Civilization into a Sword

Central Processing Unit?

72 hours?

Mass soul armament?

Turn the entire civilization into a sword?

These terms, taken individually, they could still understand.

But when Qin Hao combined these words in a matter-of-fact tone,

turning them into a battle plan, everyone felt their CPU was about to burn out.

No, it was their soul core that was about to explode.

"I... I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

A captain of a level-seven civilization stammered over the internal channel to his first mate.

"The chief said he wants to turn us... all of us... into a sword?"

"It seems... that's what he meant."

The first mate's voice was equally filled with uncertainty.

"Then... in 72 hours, fly to the center of the universe to seize power?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The two exchanged a glance, and from each other's consciousness fluctuations they read the same two words.

Crazy.

This newly appointed leader is absolutely crazy.

It's not just him who's crazy.

His underlings are surely crazy too.

This panic was most widespread among the subsidiary civilizations that had just been incorporated into the Yanhuang system.

They had just been pulled out of the apocalyptic fire pit and moved into paradisiacal deluxe safe houses.

They hadn't even had time to sing praises, nor to enjoy peaceful days.

Then the landlord suddenly notified: 'This place won't last three days; we're tearing the house down, binding everyone together into a blade, and merging with the developer's headquarters.'

Who could bear that?

"Chief Qin... think twice!"

The chairman of the G-37 branch, Wo Xiling, was the first to rush out.

Her voice, shrill from extreme terror, had lost all its former meekness.

"72 hours to cross the universe? And seize the cosmic hub?"

"This is something no mortal could do! Even a god couldn't accomplish such a feat!"

Wo Xiling trembled all over.

"We finally have a foothold; why... why take such a risk?!"

Her words voiced the sentiment of the vast majority of the subsidiary civilizations.

If we can't beat them, can't we just hide?

With such a sturdy turtle shell, couldn't we just hide forever?

However.

Qin Hao merely gave her a cold glance, too lazy to answer.

Instead, the Lord of Terminus standing beside him let out a long sigh.

The former ninth-level big shot's heart at this moment was ten thousand times more complex than Wo Xiling's.

As one of the former managers of the cosmic old order, he knew better than anyone what the cosmic hub signified.

It is not a geographical concept.

It is the origin of countless rules.

It is the root of the causality law.

It is the source of the river of time.

Not to mention seizing it; merely approaching would be crushed by the density of its rules into the most primitive information fragments.

To him, Qin Hao's plan was no longer describable as just 'crazy.'

It's like a primitive declaring he'll paddle a canoe for 72 hours into the sun's core and then seize control of the sun.

This is the utmost contempt for physical law and cosmic order.

But...

The Lord of Terminus looked at Qin Hao's terrifyingly calm face, and his mind conjured up what this man had done before.

Turning rule backlash into building material.

Treating apocalyptic black holes as pets.

Treating ninth-level big shots as captives.

When has this man ever spoken reason?

When has he ever respected law?

He himself is the ultimate unreasonableness, the variable that transcends all laws.

"Madman."

The Lord of Terminus muttered to himself.

"You Yanhuang civilization... from top to bottom, you're all mad."

Having lived for a hundred million years, he felt for the first time a sense of absurd helplessness.

He found his vast, smoke-and-sea-like knowledge and experience could not predict this man's next step.

Because this man's thinking isn't even in three dimensions, let alone within any logical framework.

"Old End, do you also think I'm crazy?"

Qin Hao's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

The Lord of the End shuddered all over and hastily bowed.

He dared not speak his true thoughts, only able to speak euphemistically.

"The Chief's plan... is grand and awe-inspiring."

"Many of its steps defy common sense. As a subordinate, I'm too dull to grasp them right away."

Qin Hao glanced at him.

"Speak plainly."

The Lord of the End held it in for a while, then finally shouted what was on his mind.

"Damn crazy!"

"Hahaha!"

Qin Hao laughed loudly.

"That's more like it! Why are you still being formal with me?"

He slapped the Lord of the End's shoulder hard.

Afterward, his gaze swept over the entire crowd.

His gaze passed over Wo Xi Ling, then over all those civilization representatives who were doubtful and anxious.

At that moment, his voice was no longer icy, but carried a convincing power.

"I know what you're thinking."

"You think that with an impregnable wall we can rest easy, right?"

"You think that even if the outside world collapses, it has nothing to do with us, and we can build a utopia here, right?"

The whole hall fell silent.

Qin Hao's voice suddenly rose.

"Wrong! Totally wrong!"

"I ask you, where is our wall built?"

"Where is our home anchored?"

Qin Hao pointed to the heavens and shouted sternly.

"Is it built on a void? No! It's built on the foundation of this universe that is about to die!"

"Now the landlord is about to go bankrupt!"

"He wants to format the whole land! Do you think he'll leave us tenants any way to survive?"

"Then our building will collapse from within due to the loss of its foundation!"

"We'll all be flung into an absolute void where even concepts don't exist, never to be reborn!"

These words were more lethal than any superweapon.

Wo Xi Ling and the others' faces turned deathly pale.

Only then did they realize that their supposed safety was just a boiled-frog deception.

"Then... what should we do?"

A civilization representative trembled as he asked:

"What should we do?"

Qin Hao snorted coldly, flames blazing in his eyes.

"If the landlord tries to flee, we'll seize the deed before he runs!"

"If he wants to format, we'll beat him to it and swap out his computer mainframe!"

"So this is neither an adventure nor madness!"

Qin Hao's gaze was sharp as a blade, piercing all fear and confusion.

"This is our only way to survive!"

"Either we sit here and wait for death, to be erased along with this universe in three months,"

"Or we spend seventy-two hours with me to fight for a future of our own!"

"Choose as you wish."

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to those dazed subordinate civilizations.

He suddenly turned, looking at his children and his core team.

"Qin Zheng! Qin Wu! Qin Si! Qin Yue! Qin An!"

"Present!"

The five children replied in unison.

Their eyes held no fear, only absolute trust in their father and a burning fighting spirit.

"Qian Yin!"

"Fu Xi!"

Qin Hao issued the first order of the final stage of the body-seizure plan.

"I don't care what method you use—calculation, deduction, even praying to gods and buddhas!"

"I want you to give me a complete plan for equipping all citizens with divine souls within twelve hours!"

I need to know how to perfectly fuse the souls of all Yanhuang descendants with the Xuanyuan Sword, without causing any rejection reaction!

I need to know how to digitize all of our technology, culture, history, and emotions, engrave them onto the blade of this sword of civilization, and make them its power!

Saying this, Qin Hao suddenly paused.

His gaze turned toward Qian Yin.

"More importantly!"

I want you to, within 24 hours, produce a theoretical model and detonation plan for creating a temporary wormhole using a portable rule beacon!

"Make a spear from a shield!"

"I want you to turn this crazy idea into reality!"

Qin Hao's voice echoed throughout the Miracle Garden.

"There are only 72 hours left!"

"The countdown starts now!"