Chapter 321: Mary Nakayama vs

Just at this moment, an unexpected situation arose.

The light screen floating in the cosmic void suddenly turned black and dim, as if someone had pulled the Foundation's power switch.

Silver Wolf instinctively raised an eyebrow, put away her game console, and focused her full attention on the firmament, only to see that the screen still held a faint glimmer; it hadn't gone completely black.

She couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

"Tch~ I thought someone bold enough had actually hacked into the Foundation's system."

Kafka, lying to the side, twirled her pistol, seemingly long accustomed to the changes beyond the sky.

"Aside from 'Nous', there shouldn't be anyone else capable of this."

"..." Silver Wolf blinked, and before the screen changed again, she spread her hands and said helplessly, "Might as well hope for the Foundation to be destroyed by a Supreme Divinity; they've been destroyed so many times already, they wouldn't mind one more."

While speaking, this "Stellaron Hunter" with a bounty of 5.1 billion turned her body and looked at Kafka:

"Sometimes I also lament, how nice it would be if I were a Supreme Divinity—eat when I want, play when I want, and just tell the IPC if I want to top up..."

"But unfortunately, I'm not... Ever since the Foundation appeared, they—the Supreme Divinities—have turned Elio's script into a complete mess. Recently, even the figure of 'Destruction' Nanook has become invisible."

The latter remained silent at first, and only after a few seconds did she speak:

"There's no helping it. Perhaps in the eyes of the Supreme Divinities, Aeons and ordinary people are no different. Our power is too weak; even the 'Slave of Destiny' cannot see the traces of those great existences."

Perhaps the Foundation was waiting for this very sentence from Kafka.

As her voice fell.

Within the black screen, a line of pure white text emerged, like polished jade, like frosted crystal, radiating a mysterious and alluring luster.

It made one's thoughts involuntarily focus upon it.

This... Kafka was very familiar with this; she pinched her finger sharply and snapped back to clarity.

"Hypnosis... or suggestion?"

Before she could reach a conclusion, Silver Wolf's eyes also returned to clarity.

"What..."

Kafka looked up at the space again, only to see that the line of text had changed, and the dangerous, special quality from before had vanished.

At the very top was a line of red text, as if congealed from fresh blood:

【Warning: Please read before continuing to watch.】

"?"

Kafka was inexplicably curious.

【When viewing subsequent files, you will certainly suffer mental shock.】

【This situation is caused by the excessive fragility of the human body and mind; even becoming an Emanator may result in severe mental shock and corresponding symptoms.】

【If your family or any family members have never been exposed to supernatural powers, please do not continue viewing this file until safety is ensured.】

【If you experience any symptoms during subsequent viewing, including dizziness, vertigo, eye or muscle twitching, full-body itching, subcutaneous bleeding, loss of vision, visual abnormalities, loss of consciousness, loss of orientation, convulsions, or inability to control your body, please stop viewing immediately and take sedatives or other medication as soon as possible.】

"?"

"What is the Foundation playing at? And what on earth is 'mental shock'?"

"Hmm... the format of this 'warning' feels very familiar, like an announcement from a certain company that uses potatoes as servers... I remember it being about photosensitive epilepsy."

"Hey—what's there to be afraid of? I've been playing their games on the Xianzhou for hundreds of years and haven't had a single issue. No need to fear, no need to fear, just keep watching."

"No, something's wrong. Even if something happens to us, we have no way to seek compensation from the Foundation. The Foundation might be serious; this isn't just mystification, let alone a disclaimer."

"Makes sense. I'm going to sleep; I'll watch the summary tomorrow."

"What are you afraid of? Are Pathstriders and Emanators not made of sterner stuff?"

"..."

This time, the text on the light screen remained for a long enough time that even some people grew impatient, yet there was still no sign of it switching.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Some quick-drawers had already fired two shots.

But just then.

The text gradually faded.

Within the darkness, an endless glimmer appeared, but all the cameras attempting to record the scene captured absolutely nothing.

That glimmer overlapped, layer upon layer, combining to form special patterns and symbols.

It carried specific information, containing knowledge that transcended this world and reality, pointing directly to Truth itself.

This was no longer content that could be described by words or language; one could only feel it with their heart—seeming to have remembered something, yet remembering nothing at all.

Everyone who attempted to recreate this scene through language, art, or music failed completely.

It was just like life living in a three-dimensional space, unable to fully see the four-dimensional or five-dimensional scene, let alone understand or recreate it.

In that instant.

Those who possessed a certain level of power, and those who attempted to challenge themselves.

All felt their entire spirit, body, and soul flooded with boundless light.

That light had no source, yet it radiated uniformly from all directions.

Yet, they seemed to be simultaneously placed in darkness.

More deathly silent than the extinction of the universe, colder than absolute zero, more void than "emptiness".

If they had witnessed this scene directly in reality, without the Foundation's mediation.

Dropping dead on the spot, going completely insane, consciousness collapsing... for them, all would be merciful outcomes.

Even while watching the scene on the screen.

A significant number of ordinary people fainted, suffered mental breakdowns, or collapsed unconscious at the same time.

Afterwards.

It is said that a considerable number of civilizations exhausted their supplies of sedative-type drugs that day, allowing pan-galactic pharmaceutical companies to make a fortune.

And even an Emanator like Herta felt a palpitation in her heart while watching the scene, as if some terrifying existence was about to appear.

Her premonition was correct.

In the scene, a five-pointed star-shaped existence, surrounded and encircled by infinite darkness, slowly emerged.

In that instant, Herta only felt her brilliant brain being struck, as if a hammer drill were vibrating against her little head.

Although Herta was unwilling to admit it, no matter how one looked at it, or what standards were used to measure it.

It. ===== CHAPTER 323 =====