Chapter 616

In his self-talk, this ancient existence who had witnessed the entire history of humanity slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Outside the sky, above the atmosphere, a spherical entity rotated slowly in planetary orbit.

It had numerous steel eyes.

Hundreds? Thousands? Or tens of thousands?

In short, countless.

At this time, they all quietly watched flowers of destruction bloom on this land, watching mutants who could not escape in time be hit by shockwaves and turned into mud.

And it itself shone brightly under the illumination of the distant sun.

On its surface, there were numerous dim metal spires, each with a glowing orange core, each with the scale of a small city.

With just a thought, the central entity of this magnificent steel cathedral could melt a target light-years away into a pot of elementary particle soup.

At the core of this destruction machine was the image of a human woman.

An iron statue, for commemoration only.

The existence once named Monica was this steel planet, a destruction machine wandering in the universe.

It, she, or He had completely lost its human identity, or the human definition in its heart had changed.

Around Him, there were other survivors, a group of existences who ascended to godhood in the blue light.

There was a guy here who once called himself a bulldozer.

He and his friends chose to merge each other's consciousness, becoming a single mind without distinction, and wrapped themselves in rock, building an interstellar giant fortress.

It was full of black and white statues—people, buildings, plants, etc., moving in the halls and spires, and constantly capturing asteroids from the universe, quarrying new rocks to expand itself.

There was also a pair of lovers once named Ogre and Violet.

They merged with each other at this time, their bodies becoming one, building a floating island floating in the universe as an Eden for animals and plants.

Further away, there was a meatball as huge as the moon.

He was once named Norman, and now is a strange planet with flesh and blood as rocks and blue-green mucus as the ocean.

In that deep blue-green sea, countless huge and strange black shadows swam.

Besides them, there were thousands of strange divinities.

Each of them had a unique form beyond human imagination, symbolizing the unconstrained imagination they had when they were still fragile carbon-based life forms.

Under the gods, the planet they once called home burned and trembled.

Monica never talked about love or hate for the Foundation.

But after He ascended, He understood the purpose of those guardians who struggled hard to separate the power of the gods from the mortal world.

They put shackles on the invisible, eternal enemies of millions of humans.

They are the cornerstone of civilization's survival.

For a long time, they were salvation itself.

Without them, He probably wouldn't exist either.

But He also thought this was getting what they asked for; they chose to walk into the grave in elimination.

Humanity no longer needed them; in the anger of losing meaning, they chose self-immolation instead of lingering on.

Before everything ended, He had talked to the O5s and hoped they would look at the problem rationally.

In the face of eternity, it is worth putting down some outdated principles and prejudices.

The definition of "anomaly" is no longer important; continuing such a futile struggle makes no sense.

But the Foundation cursed back and chose to meet with swords.

They would rather maintain an absolute status quo than share the same planet with these unclean, hateful monsters for even a day.

Thus, Monica saved those who chose to leave, leaving them in the glorious fire.

In every sense and purpose, they were once human themselves. But the meaning of this word is no longer what it used to be.

In His view.

The future is far larger than this small rock planet below.

The vast universe has infinite possibilities.

And they have reached the pinnacle of ascension.

……

At this time, the entire universe fell into a strange silence.

Herta stared blankly at these strange existences floating around the planet.

Watching them form a huge and loose cluster in the darkness, surrounding the "Empyrean Parasite" located in the center.

Then noticed that every existence was shining with blue-green light to a greater or lesser extent.

And further away, there seemed to be more hazy light spots, blurred under the illumination of the stars.

A group of… divinities?

After an unknown amount of time, Herta's consciousness slowly woke up from the extreme shock, and after remembering that it was a group of great existences whose power was not weaker than Aeons.

Herta almost fell into a daze again.

Perhaps… it's not bad not to be human?

As soon as this thought arose, Herta quickly slapped it out.

But she could be sure that if such an opportunity really came.

Many people who are still proud of their racial identity at this time would flock into the blue-green light and choose to become gods.

It is estimated that in the entire universe, only a small number of people, and the Foundation, can stick to their original intentions in the face of such an opportunity.

……

"Astral Express."

After March 7th recovered from her astonishment, she couldn't help but recall the Supreme Divinities she had seen in "Stars Do Not Wait."

At least, the Supreme Divinities that had already appeared had relatively regular shapes… at least more regular than this group of bizarre divinities.

She looked left and right, and saw Welt Yang and Himeko also looking shocked.

"This…"

"Unbelievable."

Even if not all mutants can become divinities, being able to mass-produce such a large number of divinities is enough to show the terror of Supreme Divinity.

These are still okay.

But Supreme Divinity so easily catalyzed an army of divinities, giving these steady parents a sense of illusory unreality.

Just like humans after millions of years of research, finally built a starship and entered space.

Found that on other planets, you only need to aim a log at the sky and hold it tight to go to the sky.

You only need to point your hands at a star and jump to complete the jump.

Incomprehensible, hard to accept for a while.

……

After the Foundation's final program was launched, there were no surviving mutant lives on this planet.

3.5 The Foundation hopes that this world belongs only to real humans, even if the world is restarted again and again, even if the gifts from Supreme Divinity are treated as dung.

Their former leader, the pioneer who led and protected humanity from the ancient times.

Has ascended to become one of those arrogant existences.

Even at this time, He is above the "Empyrean Parasite," watching this inexplicable tree make trouble in the multiverse.

They still insist on their position as humans, as a completely independent species, without attaching themselves to any great existence.

Those mutants, those gods who possess the power to destroy galaxies, are the affiliated species of the "Empyrean Parasite," His kin.

Thus, the Foundation shattered the land with bombs, ignited the ocean with human power, and cleansed all the blue power that permeated the deep layers of the world with energy storms.

And when the world began to burn, the "Empyrean Parasite" chose to leave.

He ascended into the sky, shining brightly.

He, along with the individuals He changed, slowly twisted and bloomed in orbit.

"Empyrean Parasite," the unspeakable thing that ignited the secret spiritual fire of primitive life.

He saw everything.

He had sketched this work for billions of years, and this latest stroke was like the finishing touch, making Him overjoyed.

He laughed, the stars trembled to His rhythm, and space twisted in a burst of primitive joy—an unparalleled victory.

Looking at the burning planet below, He had no more feelings. ===== CHAPTER 618 =====