Chapter 302: Setting Sail

The interior of "Number One" is no longer the loose floating‑island structure it once was.

The skeletal frame composed of world wreckage emits a teeth‑aching metallic grinding sound, twisted, spliced, and fused by an invisible yet absolute force.

Its heart, the once "Heart of the Void," now beats violently at an unprecedented frequency.

Each pulse is like a supernova exploding inside, spewing not despair and deathly silence but the purest chaotic energy flow redefined by Wang Zhize.

This energy washes over every circuit and armor plate of the fortress, infusing it with life.

The entire fortress comes to life.

Its exterior is as ferocious as a star‑spanning beast torn from ancient myth, its jagged armor forged from the broken walls of countless worlds, still echoing the last wails of extinct civilizations, now turned into the strongest defense.

Ancient law patterns flow autonomously across its shell, weaving a net that exudes a beauty of extreme violence.

On this apocalyptic artwork, a few crooked, child‑like graffiti letters look out of place yet radiate an irrationally domineering aura.

—Wang Ge is awesome!

Wang Zhitao brushed the stone chips from his claws, extremely pleased with his world‑shaking masterpiece.

Wang Zhize stands on the bridge.

This place was once a grand library; now countless knowledge crystals float around him like stars, forming a vast data‑star sea.

His gaze pierces the fortress's barriers and the endless twisted spacetime, locking onto a precise direction.

Primordial Void.

The Void Father's lair.

"Full speed ahead."

He does not look back; his voice is calm, yet like a creation command, instantly imprinting on the fortress Core's Creation Engine.

"Target: the Void Father's lair!"

Boom—!

The fortress's engine lets out an utterly suppressed roar, a shout capable of tearing the universe's dimensions.

Wang Zhitao howls excitedly, his massive body frolicking on the deck so wide it could serve as a landing pad.

He feels as if he is standing on an endless buffet plate, every inch of the deck beneath him brimming with colossal power.

He opens his huge mouth and bites a floating, millstone‑sized Void fragment beside him.

"Crunch!"

Crisp as if chewing potato chips.

He mumbles while chewing, "Brother, this ship… really kicks when it moves!"

Wang Zhize ignores him, merely shifting his thoughts.

"I define: 'Demolition Office No. 1', which does not exist in any known dimensional observation."

Buzz!

The ferocious fortress, massive enough to eclipse a galaxy, blurs in an instant, as if erased from the cosmic canvas by an invisible eraser.

No spatial fluctuation, no residual energy.

It vanishes into nothing, leaving only a faint, almost negligible spacetime ripple that the chaotic Void storm quickly smooths out.

The Void Father's wrath, spanning the entire Void, reaches back here like an invisible giant hand, only to grasp at nothing.

Inside the fortress, Wang Zhize closes his eyes.

His consciousness dives into the ocean of data.

It is intelligence extracted from the Void Sovereign's memory, plus the "Universe Server Backend Code" forcibly downloaded from the Primordial Law Pool.

Countless streams of information converge, collide, and recombine in his mind.

Hidden routes within the Void's fissures light up, and secret nodes of the Void Net are laid bare.

He moves like a master hacker through the enemy's network, plotting the fastest, most covert thrust that will give the opponent a "surprise".

Amid the massive data, he keenly detects an anomalous firewall.

It is a "Will Barrier" spanning the unavoidable path.

It is not a physical object but a purely conceptual defense, constructed directly by the Void Father's will, serving a single purpose—filtering.

Any intruder with impure intent or insufficiently "pure" will is either assimilated the instant they touch the barrier or crushed into powder by that domineering will.

This is the Void Father's first gatekeeper for his own lair.

"Interesting."

Wang Zhize's consciousness withdraws from the Data Sea and sinks into his own "Newborn Realm".

After the brutal irrigation of the Primordial Law Pool, this place has undergone earth‑shattering changes.

The laws are no longer a trickle but have become true creation veins, like massive dragons coiled deep beneath this newborn world, each breath thickening the world's barriers.

The world's growth and resilience have reached an inconceivable level.

His spirit finally settles on the central continent of the world, on that barren land.

The verdant sprout has grown a little taller than before.

It remains slender and fragile, as if any slight breeze could destroy it.

Yet it stubbornly stands there, a single crystal‑clear droplet of dew on its leaf, emitting a faint yet utterly pure life aura.

Wang Zhize can feel that this sprout is tightly linked to his soul.

Each of its growths deepens Wang Zhize's insight into "Definition" and his authority over "Creation".

He is no longer merely a programmer who can alter reality.

He is becoming a… god who can code the operating system of "Reality" itself.

He reaches out, as if he could bridge endless space to gently touch that delicate leaf.

The road ahead is not merely about dismantling the Void Father's server.

Instead, we must sow this kind of… hope across these ruins.

Wang Zhize opened his eyes, and the chill in his gaze was replaced by a touch of warmth.

He projected a strand of thought again, crossed the void, and descended to the distant Imperial City.

…

Imperial City, underground secret base.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei were scratching their heads over a massive law fragment; that thing was the loot Wang Zhize had casually tossed back last time, its energy reaction was exceptionally stable, yet they couldn't make sense of it.

Zhao Wuji, like an obsessed scientist, waved various instruments over the fragment, muttering under his breath.

Suddenly, a will as vast as a sea of stars inexplicably enveloped the entire base.

Li Hu jolted, sprang upright, and his face lit with uncontrollable exhilaration.

"Boss?!"

"Listen."

Wang Zhize's voice rang directly in the minds of the three of them—concise, clear, bearing an unquestionable absolute authority.

"'Breaker Legion' project, I'm injecting the essence of an entire world as investment; bring the progress to full. KPI double, if the 9‑to‑6 grind isn't enough give me 007, work until the heavens and earth wear out."

Li Hu's mouth twitched.

"Ah?"

"New mission." Wang Zhize's voice gave no pause. "Immediately gather, in all known worlds, the 'Void Net'‑placed 'Lurking Shadows'. Those unlucky ones that have been infiltrated, polluted, used as spare batteries. Compile their coordinates, strength, infection level, remaining value into an Excel sheet and send it to me within the deadline."

"Also, flag the worlds that are still salvageable—those beaten half to death but whose world will hasn't completely died out. Tell them that anyone seeking revenge, a comeback, or wanting to wrench the head off the Void hound riding on them can contact me."

"I, Wang Zhize, with a professional team, provide a one‑stop anti‑Void invasion solution. From decapitation operations to post‑war reconstruction, from psychological counseling to technical support, a full‑service package, reasonably priced, installment plans available, world essence can be used to settle debts."

Zhang Mei's eyes lit up instantly; her keen business sense caught a whiff of something familiar.

"Boss, are you… looking to develop downlines?"

"Broaden the scope!" Wang Zhize's voice carried a hint of iron‑to‑steel frustration. "This is called establishing an Anti‑Void Unified Front! Our goal is the starry sea, to liberate the entire universe!"

"Fine, that's all. I'm busy, hanging up."

The massive will receded like a tide, clean and decisive.

The base fell into a death‑like silence.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei stared at each other, still digesting the command that had just exploded with information.

After a while, Zhao Wuji adjusted his glasses on his nose and, in an extremely scholarly tone, quietly summed up in a sentence.

"I have an immature hypothesis… the gentleman seems to have entered a larger multi‑level marketing organization, and is preparing to black‑mail them."

…

In the Void.

"Demolition Office No. 1" moved like a ghostly leviathan lurking in the deep sea, silently slipping through the cracks of dimensions.

It dodged one raging Void turbulence after another, bypassing countless despair worlds marked as "Ranch" by the Void Net.

Wang Zhize stood on the bridge, gazing into the distance.

He could already feel that "Will Barrier" drawing nearer.

It was an intangible pressure, like a sighing wall standing before the soul, continuously emitting a "No passage ahead" warning.

He foresaw that the road ahead would no longer be so calm.

The Father of the Void's fury could not be quelled by a single failed trace.

A genuine storm was waiting for them ahead.