Chapter 395: Complete Form

Pure white boundless System Space.

Heimu's figure appeared abruptly.

Compared with before, her temperament underwent an earth‑shattering change.

She still wore that black‑purple Lolita Dress, with ash‑white long hair, but the violet‑black glimmer flowing from the tips of her hair had become more solid.

Her violet‑black eyes were deep and calm, yet they naturally exuded an absolute authority that made the very space freeze.

The skull pendant around her neck faintly glowed.

She merely stood there, as if she were the ruler of this pure white space, the maker of the Rules.

【System】: Welcome back, lady.

Core Repair Rate confirmed: 100%.

All functions have been fully unlocked.

Conceptual Operation Permission has been restored to 'Command Level'.

Memory database synchronization complete.

System Space control power elevated to maximum.

Amid the calm electronic tone, there seemed a hint of humanized… satisfaction.

Heimu gently closed her eyes, feeling the surging power within her body, as well as the crystal‑clear memories and knowledge in her mind that belonged to 'Emperor III' and the 'Time‑traveler' combined.

The completed restoration brought not only power, but also a completeness of Cognition and a wholeness of the soul.

She could feel that she, the System Space, and Weng Fa Luo Si's data had all formed clearer, more solid connections.

She raised her hand, a strand of violet‑black energy swirling around her fingertips; this energy seemed able, at her will, to freely transform into data, into Corrosion, into protection, into creation…

This is a power that operates near the level of the Rules.

"Is this… the Complete Form?"

She murmured to herself in a complex tone.

The power arrived so suddenly, so easily, and instead made her wary.

What on earth does Aha want to do?

Is it truly just to watch a bigger "fun"?

【System】: Detected residual high‑dimensional data packet from Aha.

Parse it?

"... Parse."

【System】: Parsing… packet contents:

【No thanks! ~! (??????)?? The stage is set, the actors are in place, now please begin your performance! Let the fun resound across the Star Sea! P. S. Repair fee? Consider it a prepaid ticket to the show~! —by your most loyal audience & sponsor Aha】

Heimu: "…"

Indeed. Aha 'restored' her so that she would have the ability to 'perform' an even grander drama.

She turned her gaze toward the main screen.

The footage of the Winterwood battlefield remained brutal.

The spatial rifts in the sky kept expanding, and the emerging void troops began to include more elite beings, even the Doomsday Beasts.

Time is truly running out.

Heimu's gaze gradually grew resolute.

Regardless of Aha's purpose, whether ahead lies a larger trap or a deeper vortex, now the one who wields the power is she.

She needs to put a period on this disaster that originated from her.

At the very least, she must preserve that world.

Perspective shift.

The Black Tower floated above Dongmu City, its brown hair soaring in the turbulent airflow.

She tilted her head back, her violet‑black eyes reflecting the night sky—or rather, reflecting those few entities that towered above the night sky, emitting a presence that made planets shudder.

Huan Long's golden phantom hovered at the center, while the yellow‑black Destruction Flame wrapped around like a cloak.

Around her, several even fuzzier yet more heart‑pounding phantoms flickered in and out of view.

The projection of the Extinction Great Lord.

Even if it were merely a thought strand projected across the endless Star Sea, the sheer pressure of its existence alone could make this fragile space emit an overburdened moan.

The Black Tower felt the magic reserve within her, belonging to the 'Caster' vocation, severely limited, as well as the stifling feeling of being an Intellect Command being trapped by the Rules, unable to fully exert herself.

An extremely "unfair" sense of helplessness swept through the bottom of her heart.

(Huan Long... can harness death, shed the Heroic Spirit's body, reborn thus, even drawing the gaze of peers.)

(And me? If the Spiritual Core collapses here, it's likely a return, then I continue my research. Regarding this world's life and death, regarding the tiny lives behind me…)

(Rationality whispers clearly in my mind: Irrelevant. All this began with Aha's prank, an accidental chain. What does this world have to do with you? Your research, your simulated universe, your project—none are ten thousand times less important than the tragedy about to happen on this alien planet. Walking away is the most reasonable choice.)

Her gaze involuntarily dropped, passing over the companions below still fighting fiercely yet as tiny as a skiff in a storm, passing the wavering warm light wall of Mashu, and reaching farther to the edge of Dongmu City.

There, an area not yet completely devoured by war, but already mired in chaos.

Citizens, shocked by the earlier cataclysmic battle and sky phenomena, were driving vehicles, dragging families, crying and shouting as they tried to flee the city.

The roads were completely blocked, with harsh horns, frantic shouts, children's cries, and the helpless sighs of the elderly…

All merged into a noisy dirge of escape.

She saw a young mother clutching her crying daughter, her face full of despair; a man futilely pounding the steering wheel of a stalled car; an elderly person collapsed on the roadside, staring blankly at the distant destructive golden light and black troops; a little girl separated from her parents, standing at the edge of the chaotic crowd, her face streaked with tears, crying out with all her strength…

Their world should have been a peaceful daily life—school, work, dinner, occasional worries and small happiness.

Not this moment, where the sky splits, the Destruction deity descends, and cold killing machines sweep by like locusts.

Their fate, in the eyes of these lofty beings, is no different from dust.

Huan Long's mockery, Fenfeng's silence, Xingxiao's observation, Guiji's assessment…

To them, the planet beneath their feet, the billions of lives on it, might be merely a piece of firewood accidentally discovered on the path of Destruction, or perhaps an unreported yet rather entertaining "accidental drama."

In a few breaths, the cost‑benefit deliberations swirling in Black Tower's mind were washed to pieces by another, more "irrational" emotion.

It was neither a saintly, pity‑the‑world sentiment nor a heroic impulse.

Rather, it was an almost instinctive arrogance and annoyance belonging to the existence called Black Tower.

(Why?)

(Why can you so casually decide the life and death of a world? Because you are the Extinction Great Lord? Because a big fellow behind you only knows how to burn things?)

(This is someone else's home, the place where countless lives exist. Even if it has nothing to do with me, even if its Rule is backward and troublesome, even if the people here are pitifully weak… but that is not a reason to trample it at will, to treat it like fireworks to be ignited!)

She hates this imposed, powerless‑to‑prevent "ending."

She despises the way these guys look at everything as if it were a stray dog.

What she hates even more is that, if she now turns away and returns to her comfortable Space Station, this scene of "ants struggling, deities indifferent" will become an extremely unpleasant "failed data" in her Memory bank.

She, Black Tower, Genius Club #83, the Intellect's envoy, the intervenor who has pulled civilization back from the brink of Destruction nineteen times—will never allow her records to contain such massive Destruction caused by retreat!

Rationality?

To hell with rationality.

Her pride, her talent, her very existence—how could they be treated with such contempt?

A faint yet ice‑cold curve lifted at the corner of Black Tower's mouth.

She shifted her gaze from the ground's devastation to the few phantom silhouettes in the sky; in her violet‑black eyes, the last trace of hesitation vanished completely, replaced by a near‑burning resolve.

Provoking the Extinction Great Lord?

Going head‑to‑head with the entire Destruction faction?

For a world that has little to do with her?

If a reason must be given.

(... simply because I find them unsightly.)