Chapter 299: The New Master in the Nest

The Void Sovereign's massive body, built from the debris of countless worlds, is no longer the lifeless, fetid form it once was.

A completely different aura is seeping from every corner of its body.

The energy blocks that were once solid as stone have begun to emit a faint glow inside, like a volcano dormant for eons reigniting its magma deep underground.

The law runes that symbolize Despair and Termination, under Wang Zhize's forced reversal defined as "Servant," are being overwritten and rewritten by an entirely new logic that contains "Life" and "Order."

"System reinstall complete, compatibility is decent," Wang Zhize's consciousness, in his newly reborn realm, watched the Light Screen's module representing the Void Sovereign shift from red Alert to stable green, and nodded with satisfaction.

With a single thought, the control permissions of the entire Void Mother Nest surged into his sea of consciousness like a tide.

It is no longer the furtive "crack" and "download" of before, but a proper "admin login."

Every energy conduit flow, every incubation chamber's gestation cycle, even the low‑level communication protocols linking other nodes of the Void Net now lay before him in exhaustive detail, ready for his query and alteration.

"Nice guy, isn't this just a gigantic server farm plus an armaments factory?"

Wang Zhize perused the data, feeling as if he had taken over the backend system of an interstellar empire.

What intrigued him even more were the things stored in the Void Sovereign's "memory."

They were not ordinary data, but the purest "World Origin Law Fragments" forcibly extracted and refined after it devoured countless worlds.

Each fragment represents a civilization's former glory and ultimate lament; they are the foundational stones of a world's lowest layer.

"Such waste of heavenly resources!"

Wang Zhize smacked his lips.

The Void Net's method is to brutally burn these law fragments, brimming with infinite possibilities, like firewood, merely to add bricks and tiles to the so‑called "Void Divine Kingdom."

"Eating them outright is wasteful and can cause indigestion," he said, eyeing the law fragments of varying and even conflicting attributes, forming a new plan in his mind, "I define: the Void Sovereign's body as a 'Myriad Law Furnace.'"

Its function is to purify, refine, and categorize all world origin laws, then transmit them to designated coordinates.

With the command issued, the massive body's internal structure began a violent reorganization. Countless energy conduits twisted and reshaped, forming an unprecedentedly intricate system.

The mottled, mixed law fragments were drawn by an invisible force into this brand‑new "production line."

After successive filtering and purification, the tangled wills were removed, chaotic attributes sorted, and finally transformed into streams of pure law that crossed dimensions, continuously pouring into Wang Zhize's "Newborn Realm."

In the Newborn Realm, the river of law widened and surged at a visible speed, the world's barriers grew ever sturdier, and the entire world's evolutionary process was fast‑forwarded tenfold.

While Wang Zhize was busy upgrading his own world, Wang Zhitao was not idle.

"Brother! These little snacks are getting tastier!"

His massive black‑golden body barreled across the Mother Nest's flesh‑and‑blood terrain, and the bizarre primordial Void creatures birthed by the nest appeared before him like trays of freshly baked pastries.

He opened his huge maw, capable of swallowing a whole swath in one bite, chewing with a crisp crack.

As he devoured, the aura on his body changed dramatically; the simulated "Void Walker" scent grew purer, even faintly exuding a superior's imposing pressure.

Some weak Void creatures, before he could approach, instinctively curled on the ground, trembling, offering themselves voluntarily.

"Alright, stop just eating; even a buffet needs proper etiquette," Wang Zhize's voice echoed in his mind.

Wang Zhize had already extracted from the Void Sovereign's tangled memories what he sought.

They were segments sealed in the Core, containing information about the true master of the Void Net.

"Father of the Void…"

Wang Zhize's consciousness immersed in those memory images. He saw an indescribably massive shadow that seemed to be the Void itself, yet also beyond the Void.

The entire Void Net was merely its extending tendrils.

Its goal was terrifyingly grand—to devour all heavens and realms, fuse every world's origin, and ultimately forge an absolutely unified, eternally existing "Void Divine Kingdom."

And that so‑called "Ultimate Void World" is the prototype of this kingdom.

"After all that hassle, the big guy I just server‑hacked is only a regional manager. Above him is a chairman who's still sleeping."

Wang Zhize's consciousness retreated, gaining a clearer assessment of the whole situation.

This Void Mother Nest is a crucial "raw material processing plant" in the Father of the Void's plan, responsible for refining devoured worlds into usable "building materials."

"To overturn its table, one must first become the plant manager within its factory."

Wang Zhize's mind instantly set the plan. What he intends is not to destroy this place, but to seize the nest, turning it into a forward base and armaments factory for his fight against the Father of the Void.

He issued another command: "I define: the Void Sovereign's consciousness shall follow the established logic, maintain all daily operations of the Mother Nest, shield all anomalous signals. Externally, everything remains unchanged."

A complex camouflage program was imprinted by him onto the Void Sovereign's will Core.

From then on, this massive Servant would become his perfect puppet, a super spy lurking in the enemy's heart.

As long as the Father of the Void does not personally awaken to scrutinize, he will never notice that the "regional manager" here has a new boss.

Having dealt with all this, Wang Zhize turned his gaze toward the deepest part of the Mother Nest.

There, he "saw" a place guarded by layers upon layers of strictly forbidden laws.

It was a massive pool, containing no water but a viscous, galaxy‑like radiant glow.

The core laws of countless worlds converged and settled here, forming a pure "Origin Law Pool."

This is the Mother Nest's Core power source, and also the direct conduit to the Father of the Void's will.

Each drop of liquid in the pool contains enough colossal energy to make a newborn world grow a thousand years in an instant.

Temptation, naked temptation.

Wang Zhize knew this place was a trap, a treasure vault surrounded by a high‑voltage electric net.

If he dared to reach out, that sleeping, all‑surpassing will would instantly be roused.

But he needed that power.

Progressing step‑by‑step through the Void Sovereign's "Refiner" was still too slow.

To amass the capital to rival the Father of the Void before he awakens, he must take a shortcut.

"Fortune favors the bold, after all."

He telepathically instructed the nearby, belching Wang Zhitao: "Zhitao, find a place to hide, become a stone, suppress all aura. Remember, no matter what happens, without my order you must not emerge. Understand?"

"Oh."

Wang Zhitao, though not understanding why, still obediently complied; his massive body rapidly shrank, finally turning into an inconspicuous dark‑red rock that merged into the blood‑flesh earth of the mother nest.

Wang Zhize inhaled deeply; his own form gradually faded, leaving only a pure force belonging to the "Lord of Creation", like a wisp of breeze, carefully permeating toward that radiant Primordial Law Pool.

The process went more smoothly than imagined; the Guardian Formation seemed to target only physical and energy‑level intrusions, and did not strongly repel the law‑aura of someone like him, also a "Lord of the World".

His will finally brushed lightly against that pool formed of pure origin.

At that very instant.

The entire void mother nest—no, the entire void dimension—stopped in its tracks.

Time seemed to have been pressed on pause, and space solidified like iron.

An indescribable will, surpassing the limits of the ancient, cold, and solemn vocabularies, descended without any omen.

It did not come from any single direction; instead it emerged from every corner of "Existence", from every timeline of past, present, and future simultaneously.

That will emitted no sound, yet in Wang Zhize's consciousness Core a crystal‑clear thought rang out.

【Got you.】