Chapter 586

"Stop, stop, don't you think all of this is wonderful?"

"Look, everything here exists only because I provided the information—this bottle, this bar, the jukebox, the music, even the space I am occupying."

"If I wanted to, I could have left no space for you to enter, making this fortress completely sealed."

The "Black Moon" kept pressing forward, and the Administrator retreated again and again.

"...Of course, if I really did that, you would hammer this place into fragments."

"After all, you are a cosmic constant, while this is just a pile of insignificant concepts stacked together."

"So, I left a humanoid gap for you to occupy."

The "Black Moon" stopped in its tracks.

Detached from the supreme realm, imprisoned in a tiny form, and suddenly possessing consciousness... It had fallen into the trap of "Counterbalance."

"What have you done to me?"

The Administrator grinned; he had waited for this moment for too long.

"I customized a path of least resistance for you—and then you crawled in just as I had hoped."

"I dragged you down to the same level as me, and in the next few minutes, I will defeat you with my extensive experience in being human."

Just as the wise have calculated, never argue with an idiot, because they will drag you down to their level and defeat you with their extensive experience.

The "Black Moon" began to roar.

Its voice was noisy to an extreme degree, containing the barking of dogs, the roaring of lions, the hissing of snakes, and the angry cries of supernova explosions.

"Meaningless. You will still die," the "Black Moon" said.

Am I deifying the supreme divinity a bit too much... A thought flashed through the Administrator's mind; the gap between reality and imagination left him feeling disappointed.

It was like meeting a long-lost crush again, only to find their figure had gone out of shape, they couldn't stop talking nonsense, and they were into smoking, drinking, and perms.

When an entity of the symbolic realm falls into the realm of reality, such a discrepancy is inevitable.

Luo Tianyi, existing only as a symbol, would never take drugs, but a virtual YouTuber with a part in the realm of reality can end up in all sorts of news.

The Administrator shook his head and sighed, leaning against the bar counter he had just cleaned, staring straight at the humanoid shadow.

"To be honest, I'm a bit disappointed in you—I waited billions of years for this moment, but you're just like a cartoon villain..."

"Although you are the embodiment of 'meaninglessness,' you can't keep repeating a meaningless phrase; after all, you have a human form now, and you can speak human language..."

"This might not be your fault; you were originally a great existence as vast as the ocean, but now you've been forced into a plastic bottle."

The "Black Moon" was still closing in, gathering fists out of its smoke-like sides, roaring lowly.

"I think we can sit down and talk first."

The Administrator retreated again, raising his hands.

The "Black Moon" did not reply.

It jumped onto the bar counter, the wooden structure crumbling inch by inch beneath it, wood chips and sawdust falling to the floor and rotting instantly.

"Meaningless!"

The "Black Moon" let out a deafening roar, swung its fist, and attacked the Administrator in an instant.

The Administrator was not surprised; he dodged the "Black Moon," which was still clumsy at being human, then took the opportunity to roll and pull a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar.

For this life-or-death struggle, the Administrator had made countless contingency plans over billions of years; this one was of moderate difficulty.

Boom!

The muzzle spat fire, iron shot surged out, hitting the "Black Moon" in the chest and piercing through it.

The "Black Moon," whose body should have been amorphous smoke, now had human wounds; since a god could be wounded, it truly became human from that moment on.

And if a human is killed, they will die.

The "Black Moon" swayed twice but did not fall; it was indeed wounded, and not lightly, but what followed was anger enough to annihilate the universe.

It had once been a supreme existence transcending the universe, and now it was an infinite existence confined within the finite.

After a brief period of maladjustment, it began to understand the workings of the finite, while preparing to destroy the "Counterbalance" here.

And until the ammunition was empty, the Administrator had failed to kill the "Black Moon."

He was somewhat surprised, thinking that it was indeed a supreme divinity; even when dragged to the same level as himself, it was still difficult to deal with.

Giving the Administrator no time to reload, the "Black Moon" roared and charged like a fully armored heavy cavalryman, slamming the Administrator into the wall and cracking it.

The shotgun slipped from his hands and slid to the side.

Before the Administrator could slide down naturally, the "Black Moon's" seemingly gaseous hand had already gripped his throat, exerting force diagonally upward, intending to strangle him.

"Counterbalance" seemed to be an immortal power that could not be killed, but that was only relative.

At this moment, the particularities of both canceled each other out, and there was no longer any talk of one-sided invulnerability.

The Administrator gritted his teeth, holding his breath, veins bulging on his arms as he tore at the "Black Moon's" hand, but those limbs that looked like gas were harder than steel.

The situation became increasingly critical; the Administrator's face turned purple, his lungs began to burn, but he still gathered enough strength to kick the "Black Moon" in the abdomen, knocking it back against the bar.

The Administrator fell from the wall, kneeling on the ground, coughing violently while gasping for air.

He had no time to recover his strength; time was not abundant, and he had to kill the "Black Moon" before it broke free from its constraints.

He roared and lunged at the howling "Black Moon."

The two immediately began to brawl, biting, elbowing, kneeing, headbutting... every part of the body could be a weapon used to kill the other.

Both were driven mad; one could not tell that one was a Foundation Administrator and the other a supreme divinity that despised all life.

Bottles were shattered all over the floor, and there was a strong aroma of alcohol everywhere, along with dangerous glass shards.

The two supreme beings fought from inside the bar to the outside, from standing to grappling on the ground, covered in wounds from the wood chips and glass shards.

They fell to the floor, bright red blood dripping onto the polished surface; the two stumbled back, resting briefly, looking for the opponent's flaws, trying to win with one strike.

Thus, they each grabbed a folding chair and beat each other violently until the weapons were dropped, turning back into a ground grapple.

After a while, the Administrator kicked the "Black Moon" away and stood up first.

Thank goodness, having been human for so long, he stood up much faster.

And this meant an advantage.

Enduring the pain, he walked to the "Black Moon," which was lying on the ground trying to get up, raised his foot, and kicked the "Black Moon" in the back of the knee, making the latter howl.

But the schadenfreude only lasted for a moment.

The "Black Moon" seized the loophole, grabbed the Administrator's leg, and dragged him to the ground—but as he fell, the Administrator grabbed an ashtray from the bar and held it in his hand.

The Administrator fell heavily, his head hitting the ground, blood flowing like a river.

He suddenly discovered that his vision was missing something—one eye was blind.

But that was not the worst part; he found that half of his body was unresponsive, his consciousness was hazy, and the impact must have damaged his brain tissue.

To make matters worse, the "Black Moon" straddled him, attacking his head frantically.

"Meaningless! Meaningless! Die!"

Tinnitus roared, the world in the Administrator's single eye became increasingly blurred, and his mouth and nose were filled with a fishy smell.

Damn it... The Administrator summoned his last bit of strength, raised his arm, and smashed the ashtray onto the "Black Moon's" head.

Once, twice, three times, many times... The Administrator smashed it more and more smoothly, his movements becoming a blur, until the "Black Moon" finally fell and stopped howling.

A mess everywhere.

The bar looked like the scene of a gang shootout; the bar counter had half its frame left, the liquor shelf had a rack remaining, and the floor was covered in a mixture of alcohol, blood, and black oil stains.

The jukebox, however, was unaffected and continued to sing.

Did I win? I should have won...

Sighing, as if exhaling all the energy of his life, the Administrator dropped the ashtray covered in black oil, pushed aside the remains of the "Black Moon," and intended to sleep right there.

Just as he closed his eyes, he remembered there was one more thing to do.

"Come on, buddy... let's hold on a little longer."

The Administrator used the bar as support and climbed up as best he could.

He was covered in blood, flowing non-stop; even if he hadn't suffered other injuries, the blood loss alone would be enough to kill him.

He couldn't hold on much longer.

The Administrator leaned against the wall, swaying, painful and slow, walked to the jukebox, and took a coin from his pocket.

"This place is just information, there isn't even matter."

"The universe closed its door a long time ago, but this place only needs a button press to return from information to matter."

At this point, a song ended, the Administrator put the coin into the machine, and closed his eyes.

"Let's see what happens when we introduce some 'being' to 'nothing'..."

Before falling, he hugged the jukebox and smashed the button:

"Let there be light!"