Chapter 461: Super-Spatiotemporal Supercomputer · Source of Holy Light

Hermes: “Hmm, is this some newbie writer’s fanfic reboot?”

Hermes: “@Zhou Zhe, Itachi’ve seen the Lord of the Bathroom and Erlang Shen, right?”

Hermes: “Just treat your world as a fusion of their two cosmologies—this whole plot thing… are Itachi sure Itachi want it?”

If the Zhou Heavenly Emperor desires it, he would surely fulfill the great Heavenly Emperor’s wish—

He could just delete a few dangerous bits.

Everything from “Guide to Starting a Xie God Business” to “Zhou Heavenly Emperor’s Double-Crossing Heavenly Court” to “At the Apex of the Weird, Dominating the World—Where Zhou Zhe Is, There Is Heaven”—all available!

The glorious record of the Zhou Heavenly Emperor shines through eternity!

As for those minor black histories… harmless, truly harmless—they’re just a whisper of frost and wind on the Heavenly Emperor’s entrepreneurial journey.

Zhou Zhe: “...screw this, screw this.”

Zhou Zhe: “I’m just a newbie who’s barely started my journey—if my Southern Heavenly Gate isn’t up to par, I’ll get polluted into a pile of seafood tentacles by all this nonsense.”

Damn it!

A fusion of Erlang Shen and the God of Poverty?

Zhou Zhe’s face turned pale—this was unacceptable.

Though no one else seemed to say anything, they’d said everything.

A fused cosmology of Erlang Shen and the God of Poverty?

What kind of shitpit world is that?

No way.

Zhou Zhe knew perfectly well what had happened to Akatsuki Ke and Lao Yang.

Cheat! Must cheat hard!

No choice—the stage of weirdness, spiritual horror, and creepypasta demands power—or don’t show up!

He ran through his entire inventory—only one tiny Southern Heavenly Gate. Too weak!

A group store?

Perfect. I’m an expert in infinite-stream tactics—let me pick a wheelchair upgrade and then ascend to the pinnacle of life!

Sensing the new member’s action, Hermes in the courtyard smiled faintly.

“What an interesting world.”

“I wonder when the Lord of Mount Tai will manifest in that world…”

The Lord of Mount Tai’s manifestation requires a catalyst.

Under what circumstances would Zhou Zhe, this reckless and cowardly hybrid deity in his startup phase, invite him over to summon a manifestation of the Lord of Mount Tai?

It can only be said that the two newest members still need time to integrate into this small group.

After all.

Who would want them, when they’re neither sweet, kind, beautiful angel girls nor adorable, nearly doted-upon little ones?

Not to mention they’ve got eight hundred scheming minds and are currently in the phase of outwitting thin air…

Naturally, the other group members wouldn’t be overly enthusiastic.

Hermes: “@Everyone, I’m hosting the first-ever God Chef Battle in a month—anyone interested can come watch.”

Hermes: “I’ll be the head judge. If Itachi’re confident in your cooking or have a top-tier chef under Itachi, feel free to sign up. Participation guarantees a consolation prize, and if Itachi rank high…”

Hermes: “The rewards won’t disappoint Itachi.”

It’s true—to make a big splash, Hermes has pulled out prizes that would make anyone drool.

Luo Qianqiu: “Tsk tsk tsk—a God Chef Battle featuring Flóra and other god-level chefs?”

Luo Qianqiu: “Itachi’re just trying to recruit cannon fodder, aren’t Itachi?”

Luo Qianqiu: “Itachi old bastard, Itachi’re devious!”

What level is Flóra?

If Itachi don’t know, go buy Flóra’s latest culinary masterpiece from the group store—it’ll make Itachi question your entire existence—

Cooking? Cuisine? I feel like this is pure magic.

It’s a perfect creation that transcends human taste limits and strikes straight at the soul.

Chen Nan: “Friendship first, competition second!”

Chen Nan: “I’d like to send a few of my kids who are interested in cooking to soak in the atmosphere.”

Chen Nan: “This is an unprecedented event—even just showing up for a quick tour would be a blessing.”

He Xi: “Now it’s time for the angels to step in.”

He Xi: “My angelic lineage pioneered the grand science of cooking—filled with technology and ruthless innovation!”

He Xi: “It’s time Itachi all saw the results of my years of hard work!”

In the Supreme God Universe, the Angel Nebula now blazed with immeasurable holy light, and endless holy hymns echoed across the starry sea.

As the supreme divine group of this universe, Kaisha was revered by all as the King of Gods; the faith energy gathered in the Angel Nebula over tens of thousands of years was an immense fortune that would make countless faith deities envious.

But.

Previously, this universe prioritized physics—faith energy was seen by the angels as scattered, ethereal spiritual power, never truly valued.

Now, things were different. After joining the group, He Xi keenly sensed this vast, ancient reservoir of power.

“Our old tech tree had serious flaws~”

As the de facto supreme leader of the angelic divine group, Kaisha was the angel most acutely aware of this power—power capable of shaking the cosmos, even reversing causality and spacetime.

Even now, Kaisha remembered how, when He Xi, that old trickster, excitedly pulled out a series of faith techniques from the group, she’d been indifferent—until she tried channeling the accumulated faith flood and felt the overwhelming, near-omniscient, omnipotent might that faith could grant.

Faith was an unquestionably supreme system.

Compared to it, their universe’s so-called god-creation system was utterly negligible.

“Itachi understand now.”

He Xi shot Kaisha a look, her hands never stopping as she wove faith energy into something.

In this process, the celestial hymns grew louder; every fraction of light, every second, every strand of holy radiance seemed to hold billions of possibilities, flickering and reassembling like stardust.

Each ripple of holy light brought whispers of billions of beings murmuring beside her.

“I wonder what kind of miracle the Super-Spatiotemporal Supercomputer—Source of Holy Light will become when completed?”

Liang Bing directed numerous little angels in handling precious materials while simultaneously mobilizing vast computational power to assist her two sisters in correcting errors during the supercomputer’s construction.

“For now, it’s enough to meet our angelic clan’s current needs~”

Compared to Kaisha’s awe and Liang Bing’s shock, He Xi remained calm—the Holy Light Source being forged was indeed an unprecedented marvel for the angelic clan, yet…

Compared to the countless, wildly varied supercomputers churned out by the genius clubs on Star Rail, one could only say they’d finally caught up to the creations of geniuses before the last update.