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“Mimetic King, I don’t want to die…” Xue Lude looked at Him, his last companion, the one who had walked alongside him, the one who had experienced hell with him, and the one who had witnessed the most terrifying areas in the universe with him.

“I used to have self-destructive tendencies to some extent because I felt that I shouldn’t be alive. In that fire, a brave and fearless firefighter sacrificed himself to save me.”

"I am a vampire who lives on the bones of others..."

Xue Luding looked at the seemingly frozen time, the God of Creation right beneath his feet, the essence of order firmly held in his hand: "So the me of the past was just a guy living in the shadows. I was just a parasite living in that dark shadow and guilt."

Xue Dinglu said in a low voice, "All along, what I have done has not been for justice, not for revenge, not for fairness, but simply to make my conscience feel better."

"So that the guilt won't catch up with me, so that even after I die, when I meet the firefighter who saved me, I can hold my head high and say, 'Look, you didn't save the wrong person back then; I saved many more people...'"

"So, it's actually quite normal that nihilism came to me, because I'm a nihilist by nature, a despicable schemer who enjoys the sacrifices and contributions of others..."

Xue Luding murmured softly, as if speaking to the God of Order, or perhaps merely talking to himself.

"This is my destiny. I used to do everything in my power to stop this guilt from chasing me, and desperately wanted to save more people."

"But after I saved what I thought was a large number of people, I realized that I didn't actually like being a savior. It's so tiring, so incredibly tiring. This responsibility is suffocating me. I'm exhausted, Mimic King..."

Xue Dinglu smiled, a slight grin spreading across his face, revealing the smile of a sunny, cheerful young man: "I'm tired. I don't want to save the world anymore, because I've already saved enough people..."

"So many that even if I die, when I meet the firefighter who saved me, I can proudly tell him how many people I saved. This makes his sacrifice not in vain, and the sacrifices of our predecessors not in vain at all..."

"So after that, I didn't want to die anymore. I wanted to live. I wanted to live a more carefree and unrestrained life, without any burdens or responsibilities. I wanted to live..."

"I don't want to die, Mimic King. Call it cowardice or fear of death, but I don't want to die. My daughter is waiting for me to come home, my family is waiting for me to come home..."

"Mimetic King, I really don't want to die!"

As Xue Ludao spoke, at that moment, his armor finally shattered, revealing his selfish and cowardly heart without reservation—bloody and utterly ugly.

He always knew that he was not a brave and upright person, and that his cowardice and selfishness were far greater than anyone else's.

"Let's go home, Xue Dinglu, let's go home..." He held the child tightly, the child who seemed to be completely trapped in fear and pain.

He was not wrong; the mistake was his own calculations and plans.

"Imitation King, I really, really don't want to die. I want to watch my daughter grow up, I want to see a brighter future, I want my kind of tragedy to never happen in this world again, there are so many things I want... but some roads must be walked to the end by someone..."

"How much more must we sacrifice before we achieve victory? I can't run anymore, Mimic King, I can't run anymore..."

“I want to fight to live, but I’ve realized I can’t survive, brother…” Xue Dinglu said.

In the subspace, Xue Lude's body had completely merged into the Creator God. He had become a monster, twisted by the Creator God's power, with only a distorted face remaining attached to it.

He will become, like the other apostles, just a hand with a human face behind the creator god; this is the fate he deserves as one of the 13 apostles.

But at this moment, he, who should have been completely assimilated, who should have been completely devoured by the God of Creation and left with nothing, unleashed his last bit of power.

He grasped the essence of order with both hands, the sharp end pointed at his own eyeballs.

In the name of the thirteenth apostle.

With this broken body, I will bear the new god!
The essence of order pierced my eyes.

There was no blood; silver lines spread from the crack in his eyeball, instantly covering his entire body. The will of the God of Order surged forth like an icy sea, washing over every inch of his consciousness.

At this moment, their plan succeeded, and the God of Order descended within the body of the God of Creation!

Xue Lude, who wields the Divine Essence of Order, cannot penetrate the Creator God, but he can use the Divine Essence to penetrate himself, and he is now connected to the Creator God.

That's why Xue's law finally said that he knew he couldn't go on living.

Miracles and magic come at a price, but that price is paid by oneself.

All the chaotic laws began to return to their proper places, the distorted space was forcibly straightened, and even the Creation Soup Sea solidified into a crystal-like solid.

For the first time, the Creator God let out a hysterical, frenzied cry, and gods of the same level descended directly into his body. At this moment, the balance of power shifted!

The divine light of order pierced through the darkness, and all the abominations, apostles, and activated starships in the entire warp were completely engulfed and annihilated by this light!
Pure white light emanated from His palm; it was not a light of destruction, but a formatting, a return to zero, the final answer that would completely end all cycles of error.

This light, like a divine sword from the heavens, pierced through the false god from top to bottom.

Next up, the war of the gods!

The Creator God also wanted to make a final struggle, so He used His strongest power without hesitation and whispered, "Strip away!"

The target of the stripping is none other than the God of Order!
He wanted to completely separate this enemy of equal rank from his body, thus bringing the battle into a head-on confrontation! At this moment, within the God of Order, the last vestige of humanity of the "Mimic King" was desperately protecting the faint remnant in his hand, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Although He knew that Xue's Law was completely dead, under the dual divinity of the God of Order and the God of Creation, the child who had finally found the meaning of living, who had finally stopped thinking about self-destruction and wanted to live, had died.

What's here is just residue.

However, they went through so much together, faced the apostles together, pursued the Lord of the Mist together, walked the path of the King again together, and even raised the spear of god-slaying against another true god.

They have persevered through this, sharing hardships together until now. They believe that hell is nothing more than this, and that everything will end once the Lord of the Mist is killed.

I will forever resist the void together with my father, who is at the end of the subspace, and Xue's Law will have a bright and glorious second half of his life, becoming the person he once was.

Even before this, He thought it was finally over, that we had finally completed the task of this generation.

My brother, if I still have the chance to leave a human clone in the real universe, I will wait for you to die of old age. Then we will clean up the warp together, just like Hassan did.

Or perhaps you'll keep watching me until I'm completely devoid of humanity...

And now, Xue's Law is dead.

He didn't know why Xue's law died like that.

He could only cling to this last remnant of his soul, determined to bring it back no matter what.

"Strip!"

The words of the Creator God resounded, and the next moment, the Mimic King was stunned, because he found himself standing in the void, the fragment of Xue's Law in his hand was not with him, and in front of him was the battlefield between the God of Order and the God of Creation.

At that moment, He realized it, and immediately, the Mimic King became completely hysterical.

This was the first time the Creator God had used the power of stripping away in this great battle.

The object being stripped away was the God of Order.

However, the God of Creation could not have foreseen that His authority to strip away beings could not be applied to those of higher status than Him. Therefore, He could not strip away the God of Order. Thus, the authority that could be stripped away could only extend downwards to strip away the humanity of the pseudo-King!
But He did not know that when the last Mimic King's humanity disappeared, at that moment, the God of Order completely ascended and became a true god!

"Impossible! I want to be reunited with my family too!" The God of Creation cried out with the most twisted obsession.

That obsession called "Lord of the Mist," that obsession and madness spanning four billion years, that chaotic core composed of sorrow, longing, and resentment.

Within this insane and twisted obsession, He was about to unleash His strongest power to shatter the barrier of subspace.

"Daughter..." A voice suddenly rang out; it was Ishan's voice.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

The grayish-white mist trembled violently, and then, a miracle occurred.

The mist began to shrink and condense, gradually outlining a blurry human figure. It was Ishan, and Fugger, who was being led by Ishan. The father and daughter looked at the monster born from obsession. At this moment, there was no scolding or reprimand, but they said gently, "Daughter, we're back."

Amidst the swirling mist, deep within the realm of the Creator God, a figure slowly took shape. She resembled the young Fug, except that she possessed a more human aesthetic, with a pair of pointed, elf-like ears beside her head, and the childish amulet bearing the inscription "Honored King" still adorning her chest. She stared blankly at the figure opposite her.

She reached out her hand, and this being, composed of sorrow, longing, and resentment, seemed to give up all resistance at this moment. Like a little girl waiting for her loved ones, she threw herself into the man's arms and said, "Daddy, sister, welcome home!"

Then, both Issan and Fogg embraced her.

“Yes, welcome home, Mist.” Ishan smiled, and the whole world seemed to become “home.” They embraced each other, and the 40 billion years of waiting and separation were all transformed into this final joy and illusion.

"Welcome home, sister."

"Ok!"

The white light engulfed everything.

The last creator god offered no resistance and was instantly engulfed by the light of order, without a sound or any disturbance.

Even if the mimicking king was hysterical, it couldn't make the slightest sound in the white light.

The white light contracted to a singularity and then diffused silently.

The entire battlefield, including all the remains of the new gods, the remains of the apostles, the warp rifts, and the monsters of nothingness, all turned to pure white in the white light. When the light faded, only an absolutely flat, absolutely empty, and absolutely tranquil warp remained.

And atop that subspace barrier, a rough clay amulet and a small silver-blue flower seemed to silently tell a story spanning four billion years. (End of Chapter)