Chapter 300: Father of the Void

【Caught you】

No sound, no form, not even a source.

These three characters, like an undeletable layer of code, are directly imprinted on Wang Zhize's consciousness Core.

Time has solidified. Space has frozen.

The entire Void Mother Nest, this massive bio‑server built from the wreckage of countless worlds, at this moment has even its tiniest energy pulses completely halted.

A pressure, surpassing everything previously encountered, squeezes out from every crevice of "existence". It does not come from the front nor from above; it comes from every timeline of past, present, and future, from all directions, from inside out, compressing Wang Zhize's very existence into a point.

In front of Wang Zhize's consciousness entity, above the brilliant Primal Law Pool, an extremely vague shadow slowly materializes.

It has no facial features, no limbs, yet Wang Zhize can "feel" that it is "gazing" at him.

That stare is like a human looking at a disobedient bacterium in their petri dish.

【Intruder…】

The grand thought resonates again, devoid of any emotion, yet containing anger and judgment capable of freezing a soul.

【You have desecrated my cradle… stolen my fruit…】

Wang Zhize feels his newborn realm emitting a strained lament.

Above the world's sky, countless black rifts have torn open, and the river of law is nearly severed.

The opponent does not even act; merely focusing its will, it attempts to directly format his world—and himself—from the conceptual level.

Nice fellow, that's the real master. Still a chairman with severe germophobia and a sense of copyright.

Wang Zhize's consciousness entity not only lacks fear, but grins, showing a set of white teeth.

"I thought it was someone else, turns out it's the landlord coming to check the water meter."

【You will… pay the price.】

The moment the word "price" falls, an irresistible "erasure" force turns into an invisible tide that rushes forward. This is not an energy attack, not physical destruction, but a higher‑dimensional definition overlay—"Definition: Wang Zhize, does not exist."

The newborn realm trembles violently, and spider‑web‑like fissures appear on the world barrier, as if it will collapse completely in the next second.

Want to delete my account? First ask whether my server consents!

Wang Zhize's sovereign creative authority is driven to its peak at this moment, and the entire newborn realm's radiance converges upon his body.

He lifts his hand, facing the massive will projection, enunciating each word deliberately, using the resonance of the whole world to emit his voice, which shatters the void!

"I define: My existence is a cosmic axiom, eternal and immortal!"

"I define: Your erasure is a logical fallacy, pure delusion!"

Two diametrically opposite forces of "definition" collide thunderously in the void! No earth‑shaking explosion, yet more dangerous than any blast.

It is a clash of laws against laws, a collision of worldviews against worldviews.

The newborn realm's world barrier continuously contracts under the opponent's pressure, yet under Wang Zhize's firm definition it holds steadfast, becoming incredibly resilient.

Both sides, for now, are locked in a stalemate.

At that moment, an ill‑timed thought emerges from the nearby "rock".

"Bro… this smell… is insanely fragrant!"

Wang Zhitao, who had been disguised as a rock, now shows not a trace of stone.

He reverts to the massive black‑gold beast form, his two eyes fixed on the "Father of the Void" will projection, saliva nearly spilling from his mouth.

Fear? What is that? Can it be eaten?

In his simple worldview, the pressure emitted by that projection indeed makes him instinctively tremble, but beneath that pressure lies the purest, highest‑grade primal energy!

That scent is ten thousand times more enticing than everything he has ever eaten combined!

This is no enemy; it's clearly the ultimate buffet BOSS, the kind that can explode divine gear!

"Don't move!" Wang Zhize's warning hasn't fully reached.

Wang Zhitao, now completely driven by hunger, lets out a thunderous roar, his massive body turning into a black‑gold streak of light, opening a mouth large enough to devour stars, boldly charging at the will projection!

【…Insect.】

Within the "Father of the Void" will, a ripple appears for the first time, a wrath provoked by ants.

It splits off a trivial strand of will, coalescing into a black tentacle spanning the heavens, its surface covered with countless wailing faces, bearing the momentum to crush everything, slamming down onto Wang Zhitao's head!

Boom—!

Wang Zhitao is knocked airborne by the strike, his massive body carving a bottomless trench into the mother nest's flesh‑laden ground, his sturdy scales shattering piece by piece, black‑gold blood splattering everywhere.

Yet he does not wilt; instead he roars excitedly.

"Delicious!"

From those wounds, streams of pure void primal power are wildly absorbed and transmuted by his Devouring Core Overlord Body. The injuries heal rapidly, and his aura surges dramatically!

Negative feedback system? Nonexistent. This is a positive feedback loop! The more you hit me, the stronger I become!

Wang Zhitao rolls over, lunges again, clamping onto the massive void tentacle, tearing and gnawing it madly.

The "Father of the Void" will projection is evidently bewildered by this undying, blood‑sucking "insect".

Although Wang Zhitao cannot inflict substantive damage on it, this provocation forces it to allocate more energy to suppress him.

Now!

Wang Zhize's eyes flash.

While you're ill, I take your life! No, while you're tangled by my brother, I'll just empty your warehouse!

His will instantly focuses on the Primal Law Pool below, issuing a new definition at maximum speed!

"I define: The water of this pool is ownerless, born of nature!"

"I define: Ownership of this pool belongs exclusively to me, Wang Zhize, sacred and inviolable!"

"I define: All its power, immediately, at once, transmit to the designated account, which is my newborn realm! Quickly! Feed it violently!"

Hum—!

With Wang Zhize's series of rogue‑like definitions, the Seal guarding the law pool instantly failed.

The entire primordial law pool boiled, turning into an indescribably massive multicolored energy pillar that shot skyward and slammed straight into Wang Zhize's newborn realm!

Within the newborn realm, the law river surged instantly, becoming a law ocean! The world barrier thickened and expanded at a visibly rapid pace, and countless new stars were born and evolved within the world!

The server CPU spiked straight to 1000%! This upgrade, awesome!

【You—dare—!】

"Father of the Void" finally reacted, letting out an angry roar. It finally understood that these two bugs, one was a feint attack, the other a thief!

It tried to cut off the law pool's energy transmission, but Wang Zhize's "ownership" definition was nailed there, like a top‑level system command, rendering it unable to revoke it for a moment.

The raging will began to coalesce, that vague projection solidified, and the entire void mother nest trembled under this force, as if it could collapse at any moment.

A warning bell rang loudly in Wang Zhize's mind.

Bad, this old guy is about to go big! If we keep riding this wave, we'll have to finish it here today.

He made a snap decision and shouted at Wang Zhitao, who was still grappling with the tentacle, "Zhitao, finish! Retreat!"

At the same time, he raised a middle finger at the projecting "Father of the Void" that was about to finish charging, exerted all his strength, and launched the final definition.

"My definition: the network connection here, terminated!"

An invisible wall of law instantly severed the arrival channel of the Father of the Void's will.

Wang Zhize grabbed Wang Zhitao, who was still reluctantly gnawing the tentacle, activated the pre‑prepared spatial coordinates, and the two vanished without a trace from deep within the mother nest.

Only the willful tentacle, gnawed into pits and hollows, and the projection, blurred by the forced "unplugging", remained.

【Roar—!!!】

The powerless angry roar, the first and also the last, carried genuine emotion, echoed throughout the dead silence of the void.