Chapter 251: Aborted Universe, the End of Failure

This star field, Deathly Silence is terrifying.

Sun Wukong stepped in with one foot, and that violent killing intent seemed to be frozen for a moment by the boundless deathly qi.

There was not a single living planet.

As far as the eye could see, there were only countless defective, deformed star Debris that looked like they had been half-eaten.

They floated silently in this gray space.

Like infants discarded at random, stillborn.

Cold, stiff, carrying a grudge of unwillingness.

On each fragment, there is carried a kind of "failed" embryonic Universe.

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes swept over.

He saw a huge crystal Debris, inside which seemed to have once nurtured a world purely composed of sound,

But due to a discordant note, the entire world self-destructed, turning into eternal Deathly Silence.

He also saw a clump of solidified, rainbow-colored gas, that was a Universe attempting to construct laws with emotion,

But ultimately, unable to bear the weight of the emotion "despair", it self-collapsed into a clump of cold waste gas.

Sword world, painting world, Dream world……

Countless possibilities.

Countless wonders.

Countless Dao that ought to have been brilliant.

Here, they all turned into trash.

Sun Wukong's gaze became unprecedentedly complex.

This is not a battlefield.

This is a tomb.

A graveyard piled high with countless aborted possibilities, vast to the point of being boundless!

That invincible Ruler, after fleeing in here, completely vanished.

As if being completely swallowed by this gray, not even a ripple left behind.

Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly.

He didn't like this place.

The atmosphere here, compared to the Equal Heaven Chaos Realm he created—full of "variables" and Vitality—are two absolute extremes.

One, where everything can be contended.

One, where everything is already dead.

Just then.

The pair of eyes that opened in the deepest part of this wreckage, huge to the point of being indescribable,

Finally, its "gaze" was fully focused on Sun Wukong.

In that gaze, there was no anger, no curiosity.

There was only one kind, like an old man guarding a junkyard looking at an insect that had wandered in by chance—an ancient, numb indifference.

A thought, not a sound, but directly imprinted onto Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness.

"New trash……"

"Or……come to rummage through the trash?"

This thought was ancient, dry, like two rusted iron plates rubbing against each other.

Sun Wukong's blood-red pupils constricted sharply, and he lifted his head to gaze at those giant eyes.

"Old thing, who are you again?"

"That 'Ruler' who runs faster than a dog—did you hide it?"

The giant eyes blinked slowly.

This action stirred up a storm of laws capable of tearing apart an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal.

But in this Deathly Silence wasteland, it merely kicked up some Universe dust.

"Ruler?"

"Oh……you mean that 'failed product' that was just recycled?"

In that ancient thought, there was a faint hint, as if of mocking emotion.

"It was smashed, its logic chain suffered irreversible damage, losing the value of executing 'Order'."

"So, it was thrown in here."

"Here, it is no different from other trash."

Sun Wukong's heart sank sharply.

With a single blow, that mighty Ruler capable of casually erasing a Universe was defined as a "failed product"?

Then, so casually, it was treated as trash and "recycled"?

Just what background does this old thing have?

"Who are you?" Sun Wukong asked again, his voice now filled with utmost vigilance.

"Me?"

Those giant eyes seemed to be pondering, this question was too distant for it.

After a long while.

That thought then sounded again.

"Names have long been meaningless."

You can call me... Zeroers.

I am the keeper of this 'Scrap Processing Field'.

Zeroers?

Scrap Processing Field?

Sun Wukong chewed on these two words, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

These... are all 'Scrapped Cases'? He pointed at the endless abortive universe around him.

Of course.

The Zeroers' thought carried a kind of natural indifference.

The 'Primordial' generated countless inspirations and possibilities when constructing this Star Sea.

But, not every possibility conforms to the 'Absolute Order'.

Those that manifested 'flaws', produced 'redundant variables', or were simply 'failed conception' prototypes would be stripped out and dumped here.

Waiting to be completely decomposed, returning to the primordial 'Nothing'.

Sun Wukong understood.

He completely understood!

The so-called 'Primordial' is that supreme 'Hongmeng Order'!

That which created countless 'Hongmeng' and rules everything with absolute order is the behind-the-scenes black hand!

And this place is its trash can!

It is the place where it casually discarded drafts when creating worlds!

An unstoppable fury erupted from Sun Wukong's chest!

Hahaha!

He suddenly burst into laughter facing the sky, his laughter filled with endless sorrow and towering killing intent.

What a 'Scrapped Case'!

What a 'Flaw'!

Just because it doesn't conform to your damn 'Absolute Order', should it be thrown away like trash?

Should it be completely erased of the right to exist?!

He thought of Mount Huaguo.

He thought of the demon tribes that refused to submit to the Heavenly Court.

He thought of himself shouting, 'My fate is in my hands, not in Heaven's!'!

In his view, these so-called 'flaws', these so-called 'variables', are the most precious and splendid things of life!

Without struggle, without change, what's the difference from death?!

Every world, every living being, should have the right to strive!

Sun Wukong pointed his Golden Cudgel fiercely at those indifferent giant eyes.

You, guarding a pile of treasure mountains, yet only know how to be a watchdog!

You don't know shit!

Sun Wukong's angry scolding seemed to cause no emotional fluctuation in the Zeroers.

Its gaze remained numb.

Struggle?

Just meaningless noise.

Existence itself is a kind of error.

And my duty is to correct these errors.

Now it's your turn, intruder.

The Zeroers' thought suddenly turned icy.

I have retrieved your concept...

'Equal Heaven'?

An attempt to give all 'variables' equal status with 'constants'... a chaotic logic.

Assessment: Extremely dangerous, full of fallacies, lacking stability of existence.

Conclusion: A failed conception.

Disposal plan...

In the Zeroers' giant eyes, Sun Wukong's tiny yet stalwart figure was reflected.

A final judgment, icy and devoid of any emotion, echoed in Sun Wukong's mind.

Rejected!

These two words are like an intangible edict!

Not an attack!

Not a law!

But rather a higher-dimensional... negation!

Just like a creator, when reviewing their draft, thinks this character setting is bad, then picks up an eraser and decides to completely erase him!

Hum——

Sun Wukong suddenly felt his body stagnate!

He realized it was not an external force attacking him.

But rather his very existence is beginning to disintegrate from its foundation!

His indestructible flesh, the Way of the Equal Heaven fused with the Chaos Realm Primordial Source, his unyielding battle spirit...

At this moment, everything seemed to have become a miswritten character!

A force emanating from his very existence is frantically 'correcting' this Error!

To turn him from 'existence' back to 'non-existence'!

This... damn... what the hell is this?!

Sun Wukong's face showed horror for the first time!

He could counter attacks that destroy heaven and earth, could shatter indestructible laws!

But how could he counter the Negation coming from 'himself'?!

He felt that his Equal Heaven Path was being forcibly overwritten by a deeper logic.

That logic told him:

You should not exist.

Your resistance is wrong.

Your freedom is wrong.

Everything about you is a failed draft that ought to be erased!

Welcome to the scrap disposal site.

The Zeroers' will was like the final death knell.

Your 'Concept' has been rejected.