Chapter 312: Dawn of the New Order

Wang Zhize feels he is "melting".

No, that's not melting.

It's a stranger, more grand "unfolding".

His consciousness is no longer locked in a cage called "body", but like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly permeating the entire primordial void.

He is the void.

The void is him.

The laws previously rewritten by the Father of the Void now resemble disobedient cells in his body, each fully visible to his perception.

He can even "see" the flow of time; it's not a line but a segment of code that can be dragged, cut, copied, and pasted.

Past, present, and future become, in his eyes, a system log that can be consulted and edited at any time.

This is the "Supreme"?

A thought flashes.

Boom!

At the "edge" of his consciousness, a brand‑new universe erupts from nothing, nebulae dazzling like fireworks, stars scattering like dust, yet vanishing silently when the next thought rises, as if never existing.

One thought creates a world, one thought returns it to ruin.

He becomes a walking calamity, a moving miracle.

"Brother!"

A raucous roar yanks Wang Zhize out of this all‑knowing, omnipotent immersion.

Wang Zhitao crouches nearby, curiously prodding a dissipating mass of the Primordial Core that still emits its final glow.

That is the Father of the Void's "corpse".

He lets out a galaxy‑shaking belch, a blast of pure primordial energy spewing from his mouth, instantly "ripening" a newly born star beside him, skipping billions of years of evolution and leaping into the red‑giant stage.

Wang Zhitao looks at his masterpiece, then at Wang Zhize, his eyes sparkling with the gleam of a gourmand spotting fresh ingredients.

"Brother, you now... smell even more fragrant."

"..."

Wang Zhize is at a loss for words.

Is this his most loyal guardian, his sharpest blade?

Does this guy have anything in his head besides food?

Yet Wang Zhitao's remark pulls him, from a god's perspective, back to a sliver of human feeling.

He looks down at himself.

He has no physical form; he is a space, a set of laws, yet whenever he wishes he can condense any shape he desires.

A shift of thought brings the familiar figure back: black clothes, black hair, expression indifferent, as if the world‑shattering divine battle moments ago were merely an illusion.

He pats Wang Zhitao's "dog head"; indeed, that head is now larger than a star system.

The feel is good.

"Don't eat recklessly, watch out for an upset stomach."

Wang Zhize's gaze pierces the barrier of the Newborn Realm, pierces the chaos of the primordial void, instantly enveloping the boundless, vast, real universe that contains ten thousand worlds.

In his "vision", the entire universe is no longer cold stars and darkness.

It becomes an immensely huge network topology map.

Each world is a server.

Each law is a line of code.

And a massive, ugly "Void Net", rife with parasitic and enslaving aura, resembles a cross‑server giant virus network, deeply rooted in the core of countless worlds.

He can even see, in every world enslaved by the Void Net, the exact coordinates of those "lurking shadows" and "world nodes".

They are like flashing red‑light backdoor programs, constantly siphoning each world's essence, spreading despair and chaos.

In the past, he needed to locate them and then attack, crack them with "definition".

Now?

A cold, curved smile lifts at Wang Zhize's mouth corner.

Does a real system administrator really need such hassle to clean viruses from his own server?

He extends a finger, lightly tapping this boundless universe.

A supreme, indisputable decree, even beyond "definition", instantly reverberates across every dimension and timeline of the entire universe!

"I proclaim:"

"'Void Net' project, ownership transferred."

"All its laws, permissions, nodes, backdoors, from this moment belong to me."

"Effective immediately!"

The command is issued.

This is not a negotiation, not an attack.

This is the forced execution of the universe's underlying code!

It's `chown -R wangzize: wangzize/universe/void_net`!

It's a forced takeover with top‑level permissions!

At that moment, every corner of the universe undergoes an unimaginable upheaval.

In a high‑magic world being devoured by void shadows, atop a desperate mage tower, the Archmage prepares to detonate the demon net and perish with the enemy, when the void fissure above his head suddenly goes "puff", disappearing like a fart... gone.

All void monsters' bodies freeze, the scarlet in their eyes fades, and they stare blankly at their claws.

A highly advanced interstellar empire, its tech tree locked by the Void Net and barely surviving within its star system, suddenly has its central AI emit a shrill Alert!

【Alert! Unknown highest‑privilege command detected!】

【Command content: Uninstall…】

【Uninstall complete!】

【…What the hell?】

The central AI's logical Core, for the first time, spouted non‑programmed vocabulary.

In a certain xianxia world, a sect's ancient patriarch tainted by demons was about to blood‑sacrifice an entire city of living beings when the "Void Demon Seed" inside him suddenly quivered violently, then transformed into the purest spiritual energy, which reversed and blew him apart.

As he neared death, his mind was filled with question marks.

Who am I? Where am I? My cheat… how did it become a death‑summoning talisman?

Countless worlds, at this moment, simultaneously shouted cheers of survival after catastrophe.

Despair was replaced by hope.

Darkness was dispelled by light.

Countless liberated wills, across infinite spacetime, cast their most devout gratitude and faith toward the unseen Supreme Will.

Wang Zhize felt all this, his expression unchanged.

These are merely side effects of cleaning up trash.

His gaze fell upon the "Demolition Office No. 1" silently hovering in the Primordial Void.

This massive fortress, stitched together from the wreckage of countless worlds, had fulfilled its final mission.

Wang Zhize extended his hand and made a gentle gesture.

"Demolition Office No. 1" began to quake violently; the world wreckage that formed its hull—the shattered continents, dried‑up oceans, extinguished stars… seemed to have the reset button pressed at this moment.

They were broken down into primal laws and energy, like multicolored rivers of stars, all merging into the Newborn Realm behind Wang Zhize.

The Newborn Realm, after devouring the Father of the Void's entire origin, had become a complete Supreme Universe.

At this moment, the integration of those world wreckage added more "history" and "depth" to it.

The remnants of the Light Sanctum transformed into a Holy Light Continent, where the soul of the last Holy Knight Augustine was reborn, becoming the first saint bathed in divine grace.

The core of the Mechanical Ark became a metallic divine city floating in the sky.

Those liberated wills all found their home in this brand‑new world.

And the chaotic origin at the very core of the Primordial Void was redefined by Wang Zhize.

"Genesis Core."

It became the Newborn Realm's eternal energy heart, continuously supplying this universe with growth power.

Having done all this, Wang Zhize's will instantly spanned spacetime, descending to Earth, appearing before Li Hu, Zhang Mei, and Zhao Wuji.

The three, at the command center, were anxiously analyzing the violent energy fluctuations that had just occurred across the universe, when Wang Zhize's voice resonated directly in the depths of their souls.

In that instant, the three felt that their thoughts, souls, and even all of past and future were fully perceived by an indescribable great power.

"Boss…?" Li Hu's voice trembled.

"Prepare."

Wang Zhize's voice was calm and detached, yet carried an authority that made his words law.

"In the name of the Newborn Realm, issue a 'Business Invitation Notice' to the entire universe."

"Business Invitation Notice?" Zhang Mei was stunned.

"Correct."

Wang Zhize's will swept over those worlds that had just gained freedom yet remained terribly broken.

"We, the Anti-Void Unity Front, officially commence operations."

"Notice content: We offer a full suite of services including one‑stop world restoration, civilization reconstruction, security protection, law upgrades, etc. We can provide the Genesis Source for interest‑free loans."

"The sole condition for joining: unconditional adherence to our established Fundamental Law of Freedom and Order."

"Tell them the old god is dead; I'm here to collect rent."

"Oh, right, regarding those civilizations that refuse cooperation and still seek to continue enslavement and oppression…"

Wang Zhize paused, looking at the nearby Wang Zhitao, who was already drooling.

"Consider it… as a treat for the guardian deity of our Newborn Realm, a little dessert after the main course."

Li Hu and the others were utterly petrified.

Using divine power to conduct universe‑scale commercial franchising?

This… truly lives up to you, boss!