Chapter 240: One More Second, Just One Second

"Why is the sky bright again?"

A corner of Subspace occupied by Washituoer.

Around, many evil spirits who had just finished snatching Lucy and Luna and beating the Star District Governor so badly that they couldn't sleep.

At this moment, just when they finally managed to close their eyes and rest, the iron‑colored proud sun nearby jolted them awake again.

Then, with sleepy eyes, they looked at the iron‑colored proud sun, puzzled about what was happening.

Then, still dazed, they got up to get closer and take a look, but their hind legs were instantly put into a deep sleep by a few hulking industrial demons wielding a mace!

"My master is ascending to godhood; I'll see who dares to disturb him at this moment!"

The industrial demons, brandishing their maces with predatory eyes, struck many of the onlooking evil spirits around them, sending them back to sleep with a single blow.

Then they excitedly looked toward the distant figure rising slowly; although still not at the level of the Four Gods, it was finally no longer the humble master by the roadside.

Why follow Washituoer?

Isn't it just so that, someday in the future, when my master truly ascends to godhood, they can share in the glory?

Even though they still don't know what happened, the suddenly and inexplicably fierce and soaring Divine Light showed, even for a deity two ranks lower, a terrifying power that ranks below the Seven Gods yet above ten thousand demons!

It could even be said bluntly that in this state, Washituoer truly becomes the supreme lord of the entire galaxy, the true master of all malicious creations!

In this realm, Washituoer in Hundredfold form not only ignores the Seven Gods, but can even make the Seven Gods look feeble!

It should be noted that previously Washituoer could only wield authority over his modest one‑acre‑three‑fen plot.

Now, within that same one‑acre‑three‑fen area, anyone who dares to enter receives two slaps!

Right!

Those seven old things also have to be slapped, and even more so, otherwise it won't relieve Washituoer's years of oppression and mockery!

Only the industrial demons, after their front legs put the onlooking evil spirits to sleep, looked back with their hind legs and saw the iron‑colored proud sun they had just eagerly anticipated slowly recede.

The industrial demons: "???"

"What's wrong? This ascension is only halfway, yet it can still go back?"

The smiles on the industrial demons' faces hadn't even fully faded, and now, watching the distant scene return to normal so quickly, their faces were left with endless astonishment.

Meanwhile, the evil spirits farther away, who had originally come to watch the spectacle, also saw the scene normalize so quickly and could only pout, preparing to continue sleeping.

At the same time, while taking random naps of various sizes, they pouted:

"This Subspace has been getting crazier ever since humans produced Xisi."

And while the evil spirits prepared to keep sleeping and the industrial demons wore expressions of shock, at the very center of all gazes, Washituoer, after the initial astonishment, had his whole being completely facing Xisi…

He knelt down!

"Give me one more second!"

"Just one second!"

"Please, I beg you!"

"I feel like ants are crawling all over my body right now!"

"I swear, it's truly the last second!"

"I won't touch it again ever!"

"Just now… that one second was unbelievably powerful!!!"

Washituoer knelt on the ground, trembling with excitement.

In his mind, he wildly relived the true divine form of that second.

Now his own body's power is so weak, yet the tremendous force Xisi had just unleashed in a soaring surge was extremely intense.

In that second, Washituoer truly thought he had finally reached the godhood he had long dreamed of!

Moreover, he forcibly leapt up a divine rank, becoming powerful enough to no longer look up to the Seven Gods but to gaze at them eye‑level!

In that brief instant, Washituoer truly became not a god of malicious creations, but the real Om Messiah! The true deity who commands all mechanical beings of the universe!

But the stronger the impact of those powers just now, the lonelier the emptiness after returning to normal.

The loneliness was such that Washituoer, after a fleeting thought, instinctively knelt before Xisi!

Everything is false; only power is real!

Not just kneeling—if Xisi can let him continuously wield that power, he'd even be willing to serve as Xisi's mount!

"Alright, old Washituoer, it's not that I won't give it; it's that this power can only be given to those who truly submit to me."

Xisi, a bit unable to tolerate Washituoer's condition, hurriedly began to explain.

Xisi's words were indeed not idle, but Washituoer, hearing them, wore a face of obvious agreement:

"Understood!"

"Lord Xisi need not hint; you can say it outright. I, Washituoer, am not the type to take without giving."

"Also, don't call me 'old Washituoer'; doesn't that mess up the hierarchy?"

"From now on, for any matter, just call me 'Little Washituoer'!"

Washituoer's snarling face, like that of an evil dragon, now showed genuine flattery toward Xisi.

His smile squeezed together, and as he uttered 'Little Washituoer', he actually displayed a hint of sycophantic demeanor!

Xisi, seeing this, was even more speechless, and at the same time realized he had indeed underestimated Washituoer's yearning for ascension.

Specifically, he had looked down on all the evil spirits in Subspace and their desire for ascension!

"No wonder they say this galaxy is a cesspool; this cesspool truly treats everyone equally!"

All living beings in the physical universe are living unsatisfactorily?

Humans aside, even Corpse Starch has become a luxury item.

The spirit race is also pitiful; their ancestors have exhausted the blessings for several generations of descendants, even owing a few generations, so now the spirits have to act with constant dread!

The Dead Spirits fare even worse: after waking up to find their bedroom suddenly turned into a pile of excrement, trying to clean it, they discover the pile bites back!

Even Tai Jun, who heads out in the morning full of vigor, gets beaten so badly before lunch that he retreats home and becomes reclusive.

In the past Xisi thought the meaning of "shit pit" referred only to these.

But now, looking at Washituoer, it seems the "shit pit" also includes Subspace!

From the lowest evil demons to the highest evil gods, they all live a life worse than death.

Low‑level evil demons need no explanation; from the moment they awaken they are on a death countdown, spending their whole lives in despair.

High‑level evil demons have to fight for life and death every day, trying to secure any extra chance of survival.

Even if they align with an evil god like Washituoer, they are still used by the evil god to the death, ending up forever as undying ox and horse.

Even if you eventually become an evil god, don't even mention Washituoer; look at the Four Gods and the Divine Emperor, and you'll know the belief you gain after becoming an evil god is basically, damn, having someone pour shit water into you every single day as soon as you open your eyes!

It's not only nonstop 24 hours a day, but you can't even refuse to drink that shit water!

What? Isn't it only when you're awake that you drink? How did it become nonstop 24 hours?

Hehe, just kidding!

Even when you close your eyes, damn it, they force‑feed you!

So when you look at the true forms of the Four Gods, who could believe that these Four Gods actually still possess any positive authority?

Take Terror, for example; being drenched in shit water leaves only the negative "slaughter", with no trace of the positive "courage" left.

Thus when Washituoer senses the "ascension" it received from Xisi, it turns out to be only a positive ascension.

Xisi sighs at Old Washituoer—oh no, Little Washituoer is a bit too excited.

And Little Washituoer only regrets that his kneeling just now wasn't decisive enough, not smooth enough!