Chapter 540: Launching a Counterattack Against the Administrator

This experience cannot be described in words.

The senses are no longer confined to the body, and vision is no longer limited by dimension.

Qin Hao "opened" his eyes.

Actually he did not use any visual organs, but every corner of the newly born universe spanning tens of billions of light-years,

all appeared in his consciousness at the same time.

On the left spiral arm, a newly born blue supergiant was wildly spraying gamma-ray bursts, an energy torrent capable of destroying a fleet,

in his view, it was nothing more than an insignificant candle flame.

With a slight thought, he adjusted the gravitational parameters of that region slightly; the violent star became as docile as a sheep, drawing all energy inward and turning it into a nurturing cradle for life.

To the right, the void,

a nebula that would take hundreds of millions of years to form, under the flick of logic at his fingertip, had its timescale accelerated ten thousandfold.

Gas collapsed, fusion ignited, and a splendid star cluster blossomed in the blink of an eye.

This is the Creator.

No need to understand the rules, for he himself is the definer of the rules.

What is the gravitational constant?

Can the speed of light break its upper limit?

Where is the threshold of the Planck constant?

These ultimate problems that had troubled humanity for thousands of years, for Qin Hao now, are as casual as deciding whether to have sweet or salty tofu pudding for breakfast.

He said the speed of light is infinite, so information can instantly reach the edge of the universe.

He said that if entropy increase is reversed, a shattered mirror will automatically reassemble, and an extinguished dead star will reignite.

Within this vast, boundless cosmic body, countless faint yet tenacious points of light flicker.

They are the people of the Yanhuang Civilization, and also the cells within his body.

They cheered, reveled, and joy flowed along the law network, feeding back to Qin Hao without reservation.

This feeling of all things unified and I alone supreme,

even surpasses the mythological definition of a "god."

Gods still need to borrow authority.

But he is authority itself.

In this worldwide celebratory creation feast, within a certain fold of the new universe, however, a group of outliers stands out of place.

New World, Frontier Star Region.

The scenery here is so beautiful it almost seems fake.

There is no lethal cosmic radiation, no imminent meteorite impacts, and the background radiation energy flowing in the void is so pure it can be used directly as starship fuel.

The Lord of End stiffly hovers in the vacuum.

This former overlord who once ruled a ninth-level civilization and regarded all things as straw dogs now looks like a freshly unearthed terracotta warrior, his entire logic circuitry trembling wildly.

He is not dead.

Not only is he not dead, his sensors even tell him his life state is better than ever.

By his side, the surviving high-ranking officials of the G-37 Division, led by Gua Xi Ling, are in a sorry state.

Because of everything happening before their eyes, their scientific worldview is completely shattered.

"Is this... the world after death?"

Gua Xi Ling emitted a signal, not even daring to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the spirits here.

"According to the second law of thermodynamics, the universe will eventually fall into heat death and chaos. But this... the order here is simply off the charts!"

"Whether it's heaven or hell, as long as we're alive, that's enough."

A leader of a seventh-level civilization almost greedily gulps down the surrounding free-floating energy.

Just a few minutes ago, they personally watched the old universe collapse into a point.

That absolute void and sense of oppression made them certain they were doomed to die.

But in the blink of an eye, they appeared here.

"Wrong... something's off!"

A silicon-based councilor in charge of research suddenly screamed, waving thousands of mechanical arms; on the holographic projection before him, the wildly jumping data stream was refreshing his cognitive limit.

"Look at this! Quick, look at this constant!"

"The vacuum zero-point energy here is in an overflowing state! No loss! Completely no loss!"

"Moreover... the physical laws are too clear! It's as if someone took the originally obscure and hard-to-understand code, organized it into the simplest picture book, and placed it before us to read!"

"My bottleneck... the gene lock that has troubled my immortal clan for thirty million years, has it opened? Just two breaths and it opened?"

A group of civilization leaders standing at the pinnacle of the cosmic pyramid now resemble country bumpkins who have never seen the world, entering the Grand View Garden.

They are frightened, bewildered, but more so a chill stemming from the unknown.

There's no free lunch falling from the sky.

If there were, the filling would surely contain a hook.

"This is not heaven."

The perpetually silent Lord of End finally spoke.

His voice was no longer lofty, but carried an extremely dry, hoarse rasp.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the dazzling, unreal starry sky above.

As the highest-ranking being present, what he saw was not merely the surface.

But they saw the essence.

You can't feel it?

Feel nothing? Wo Xi Ling asked blankly.

Sight.

The Lord of Endings' voice trembled, 'This starry sky is watching us.'

Every star, every beam of light, even every breath of energy you take, they are all alive.

We are inside a living being's belly.

This sentence directly left the still-excited crowd dumbfounded.

Inside a living being's belly?

Before they could digest this shocking conclusion.

Boom—

The whole universe shuddered.

It was not crustal movement, not a planetary explosion, but the will of this heaven and earth descending.

A vast, boundless, unmatchable thought simultaneously echoed in the depths of everyone's souls.

You have good taste.

Just four simple words.

Yet it made all the physical laws of this star field submit.

The space around the Lord of Endings froze; the energy flow that had been operating on its own halted outright, as if awaiting inspection by that will.

This voice is too familiar.

Qin... Qin Hao?!

The collapse of the old universe was not suicide.

That was a reboot!

Upon the corpses of the old era, he forcibly forged a new epoch belonging solely to himself!

You... you have become...

The Lord of Endings gazed up at the heavens, left only with humility.

He could not find a suitable word.

Lord of the Universe?

No, that term is too light.

The instinctive will of the old era's universe was merely a rigid program.

But the current Qin Hao is alive, possessing absolute sovereignty.

I am the world.

Qin Hao's will echoed again; the surrounding nebulae shifted on their own, gathering into a colossal face that shrouded half a star system.

It was exactly Qin Hao's face.

Looking down upon this group of once-unrivaled overlords was like gazing at paramecia under a microscope.

Plop.

Wo Xi Ling was the first to kneel.

Next came the leaders of the 7.8.9-level civilizations, each prostrating themselves, wishing to bury their heads in the void.

Finally, the Lord of Endings.

Thank you for saving us.

The Lord of Endings whispered.

Qin Hao saved them, not out of mercy.

It was merely because, in a grand new house, keeping a few old furnishings that could sweep or raising a few still-useful pets is no big deal.

As for their mental activities, Qin Hao did not devote much attention.

His gaze had long since passed over this tiny star field, over this newly formed body.

He turned toward the skylight that he had forcibly torn open with genesis power.

There, lies beyond the universe.

There, a pair of eyes from higher dimensions stared at this place.

On Qin Hao's face, composed of billions of stars, a feral smile appeared.

The next moment,

Will transformed into a blade capable of piercing dimensions, thrusting violently through that torn rift!