Chapter 164: Titan Who Carries the World Forward

The Wish‑Granting Ghost's power is affecting Chu Che himself in an unprecedented way.

It is not a simple material gift, but a distortion and reshaping of the concept itself.

His brain is being "upgraded".

Countless streams of information, like a breached Milky Way, wash over each of his brain cells.

The millennia of human civilization, the ultimate of physics, the mysteries of quantum entanglement, the singularity of the cosmic Big Bang… all known and unknown knowledge is at this moment forcefully poured in, parsed, and recombined.

If any mortal were in his place, this level of information overload could burn the soul to ash within a thousandth of a second.

But Chu Che simply "feels" all of this in silence.

His expression does not change at all; that warm, handsome face is as calm as a statue.

He is running a simulation.

Using his own body as a server and the Wish‑Granting Ghost's power as computing power, he probes where his self‑made "Shepherd" plan will ultimately lead.

The first world line unfolds in his mind.

Weird rules the world, and humanity falls into panic and despair.

Under intense judgment, evil is efficiently eliminated; the war instigators die in the planning stage by an "accident", and the fuse that would trigger the Third World War and cause humanity's extinction is snuffed out early.

The world experiences an unprecedented "peace".

No more conflict, no more oppression.

People live under absolute order, with a Damocles Sword named "Divine Punishment" hanging above their heads.

Any act that violates the rules will invite death.

At first, human society briefly shows a flourishing scene.

But soon, problems arise.

Absolute safety breeds absolute laziness.

The fear that any mistake leads to death completely stifles humanity's ambition and curiosity.

No one dares to try, no one dares to innovate.

Society loses its drive, technology stalls, culture withers.

Humanity becomes like caged livestock, regressing generation after generation in comfort and fear.

Centuries later, this world line splits into two branches.

One outcome sees human civilization fully regress to primitive tribes, eventually vanishing silently in a small‑scale natural disaster.

The other outcome is even more ironic.

As the population sharply declines, among the survivors, "ambitious ones" dissatisfied with the status quo finally reappear.

They attempt to challenge the "Divine Rule" set by Chu Che.

The result is being mercilessly erased by the Divine Rule.

The last spark is extinguished.

Humanity disappears completely from the universe.

—Aside from the first world line, there are countless other world lines.

Yet the vast majority of them all point toward humanity's extinction.

Simulation ends.

Chu Che slowly opens his eyes; there is no anger nor disappointment in his gaze, only an absolute rationality bordering on nothingness.

His original "Shepherd" plan ends up as a chronic death of human civilization.

Although it extended the species' lifespan, it did not fundamentally solve the problem he originally sought to address.

The evil of human nature cannot be blocked merely by "blocking".

"It seems the plan needs adjustment."

Chu Che adjusts the gold‑trimmed glasses on his nose.

His brain resumes operation at faster‑than‑light efficiency.

Since "blocking" doesn't work, then "unblocking" it is.

Since human evil cannot be eradicated, give it an outlet for release.

Ignite humanity's brilliance and promote human progress.

A brand‑new, even crazier and more thorough plan erupts into formation in his mind.

He needs to create a common "enemy" capable of threatening the entire species' existence.

To force all humanity, under life‑and‑death pressure, to be twisted into a single rope.

"Fear is the best whetstone."

"Disaster is the ladder for civilization's leap."

In Chu Che's eyes flicker a crazy yet rational light.

"I don't need a castrated, barely surviving human civilization. What I want is a species that lives eternally in fire, constantly evolves, united and harmonious."

"And in this process… some sacrifices are necessary."

To realize the plan, Chu Che must prevent humanity from being subsequently destroyed by the Weird, and avoid the outcome of Weird rule.

Therefore, he needs to give humanity a bit of resistance capability.

His gaze, as if piercing time and space, lands on that ghost liner drifting in an unknown sea region, already marked as X Ji by the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau.

【Haiyang Ningjing Hao】.

A conglomerate that contains countless rules and urban legends.

A perfect blueprint.

A brand‑new plan, crystal clear in his mind.

He wants to create an entirely new "creation".

A crevice space that lies between reality and illusion.

A "instance" that condenses terror and hope, harboring countless Weird creatures.

He names it—Weird Domain.

Humans, because of various seemingly reasonable "coincidences", will mistakenly enter it.

In the Weird Domain, death is real, cold, and irreversible.

But if someone can, by wisdom, courage, or even luck, break the Rules of the Weird Domain and escape that near‑death predicament......

Then the survivors will obtain a portion of power from the Weird Domain.

They will become extraordinary beings capable of confronting Weirdness, even mastering Weirdness.

Use Weirdness to fight Weirdness.

Use humanity itself to filter out those who can adapt to the new era as "New Humans".

"This is the true re‑creation of the world."

Chu Che spreads his arms gracefully, as if conducting a grand symphony.

A massive, reality‑distorting force, centered on him, silently spreads across the entire world.

He will personally usher humanity into an entirely new, blood‑and‑fire era of evolution!

"And I...... am the Titan forging ahead for the world."

Meanwhile.

North American Union, inside a luxurious villa.

Jack's eyes are blood‑shot, his face gaunt, like a living corpse drained of vitality.

He stares intently at the rustic porcelain bottle before him, breathing rapidly.

To satisfy that damned Wish Bottle, he spent nearly a million dollars, exhausting every method...... and finally collected ten thousand blood samples drawn from different living people.

"The final one......"

Jack trembles as he carefully pours the last crimson tube of liquid into the bottle's mouth.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

The porcelain bottle shows no reaction.

Just as he thinks the transaction is complete, the Wish Bottle spits out a slip of paper bearing Blood Characters:

【Not enough】

Those two short characters scorch Jack's eyeballs like two red‑hot branding irons!

Not enough?

What does it mean?

A terrifying possibility he had deliberately avoided instantly pierced all his luck.

From the start, this wish left no loophole to exploit.

What it wants is not ten thousand "blood samples" at all.

What it wants is ten thousand living lives!

"No...... no!!!"

"That kind of thing, I could never possibly do!"

Jack lets out a desperate roar.

He reaches out, intending to smash this devilish creation to pieces!

But it's too late.

At the bottle's mouth, a sudden, irresistible terrifying suction erupts.

"Ah——!"

Jack only manages to emit a brief, harrowing scream; his body, in an instant, with a speed visible to the naked eye, withers away.

His skin clings tightly to his bones, and all his blood is forced out as if by a high‑power pump, raging toward the tiny bottle mouth.

Finally.

"Pop"!

A light sound.

The former programmer Jack, the man who dreamed of becoming king of the world, is completely transformed into a thin, parchment‑like human skin.

The skin still retains his extremely terrified, twisted facial features from moments before death.

It drifts lightly out the window, vanishing into the night.

The Wish Bottle remains silently where it stood, as if nothing had happened.

Night deepens.

A sneaky black silhouette pries open the villa's main gate with a crowbar.

It is a burglar breaking in.

He ransacks the entire mansion upside down, yet finds no cash or jewels, cursing in frustration.

Just as he prepares to leave empty‑handed, his flashlight beam unintentionally sweeps the corner.

The rustic, elegant, evidently valuable bottle catches his eye.

"Heh, finally not in vain!"

The thief's eyes light up; he greedily licks his lips, hurries over, and carefully stuffs the cold porcelain bottle into his backpack.