Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Qingque: No, buddy. Being a king sounds cool, but you want to destroy destiny? You... how could you do that?]

Many people around the world doubted whether they had misheard.

A mortal emperor so explicitly declared war on the Star God, no, even on Fate itself? What was he trying to do? Annihilate, annex? To strengthen himself? Or was it simply because…

[Sunday: Correcting a misconception. Human will is never inferior to that of gods. If the only difference between gods and mortals is violence, then this is undeniable! Moreover, as you all have said before, what need is there for a divine emperor in a human paradise? Thank you all for cutting off my path and pruning the deformed branches from the tree of the world.]

He didn't know what lay ahead, or whether such a paradoxical principle could truly bear fruit.

However, truly striving for the paradise he longed for brought him unprecedented comfort and clarity of mind!

[Star: I... Old Ri, the way you're saying things, you really are...]

[Fireworks: This is infuriating!]

[Star: Yes!]

[Black Tower: Now that I think about it, this primordial order truly differs from the style of Order. That feeling of the universe being reborn cannot be possessed by Order, something acquired and defined by humans. Sunday wanted to recreate a new world according to his own ideas, a natural paradise!]

[Feixiao: Damn it, they actually gave me a heads-up already?]

[Feiying: That's really true, but the question is, can he really do it? To kill a god with a human body!]

Everyone in the universe listened in silence, their eyes fixed intently on the light screen, with the gazes of the Fate Walkers and the Envoys shining especially brightly.

They understood perfectly well that it would be dangerous to let Sunday win.

But... it's just too captivating that mortals lead all living beings to challenge the gods and declare that they will crush Him along with His destiny!

Who could resist watching to find out what happened?

For some, even death would be worth it!

And just in case, just in case, if he could…

Within the light screen, the philosophical embryo continued its "manifesto," raising its arms and proclaiming: "[Memory] vanishes in an instant; by this decree—sever it!"

On the third day, he was granted the ability to speak.

[Fireworks: There's more? Hahaha, you're not really going to shout out a whole long string of words later, are you? You're brave, Chicken Wing Boy... But you're crazy enough, and you're having a lot of fun! War against order! War against memory!]

[Black Tower: Oh? They've never been on the same wavelength to begin with, and now they're denying order and memory. Are they preparing to completely overturn the very logic of the dream's existence?]

[Star: Just kidding! Even if you're Japanese and have a thousand reasons to do what's best for others, you can't bully San Yue and Xi Lian!]

[Xi Lian: Mm, my partner is the best♪]

"Don't even think about it!" March 7th scoffed, unleashing a hail of ice arrows: "Lazarina sacrificed her life to protect the past of our beautiful dream!"

"Hmm~!" The philosophical fetus did not retaliate as usual, and although the golden light around him became more and more intense, his mortal body was indeed being beaten by the rain of arrows from March 7th.

Seeing this, the train crew intensified their attack!

Although we don't know how he plans to "sever ties," it certainly won't be a good thing!

The embryonic form of philosophy cries out once more: "[Hunting] only brings more suffering; by this decree—sever it!"

On the fourth day, [value] was bestowed.

[Fireworks: There really is one, haha? War on the Hunting Grounds!]

[Potio: Huh? No, what did the hunting party do to you... um, it seems we did offend him.]

Potio felt a little guilty. If he hadn't brought a large number of rangers, would Sunday have been spared from attacking the Hunting Fate?

"Huh? What the hell?! When did I become such a coward? My brothers rushed over here fearlessly, why would I be afraid of being blamed? Let's get that little cutie!"

In the shimmering light, Dan Heng retorted sarcastically, "But Tirnan's bullets still guard this beautiful dream today. A mirage unfolds, a long dream ends!"

The philosophical fetus once again withstood the blow, and this time, he raised his arms high, a golden halo unfolding behind him, enveloping the heavens and earth once more.

"[Nothingness] utterly vanished, by this decree—sever it!"

On the fifth day, the [rules] were bestowed.

[Fireworks: War Against Nothingness!]

[Qingque: I swear! (Immortal Boat profanity) He's severed himself from nothingness! He's truly severed himself from nothingness!]

He really wanted to elbow that strongest, most unshakeable Star God!

Half of the people in the galaxy were invigorated by this, while the other half frowned deeply.

The thing they had been secretly hoping for had actually happened!

The most obvious flaw in the Sunday-planned amusement park is its emptiness.

It's been added now!

[Company Employee A: Does this mean...?]

[Gold Sand: Shh... don't rush, friend, let's talk after we win. Thank me, I'll allow you to not show your playing cards.]

[Employee A: I feel like the director is a gambler! He always wins and never dies. I'm outta here!]

Within the light screen, Walter brandished his cane, the weight pressing down with a heavy blow: "But the watchmaker's will will never be extinguished."

There is no need to fear the path of nothingness; we have already traversed it!

[Nguyen Mai: Oh, I see. Ultimately, Sundays still need to provide a sterile environment for those with weak immune systems, but living in such a place for too long will wear down their resistance, and even the slightest hardship could lead to the extinction of a species.]

[Black Tower: I see. His way of creating paradise is to eliminate the problems that arise. But will all problems truly be eliminated? Is everything in the universe truly finite?]

[Sunday: What if I could do it?]

The embryonic form of philosophy cried out its final decree: "[Exploration] Knowing it is impossible, we respectfully obey this decree—sever it!"

On the sixth day, [meaning] was bestowed.

[Fireworks: War on the Frontier!]

Himeko was not angry at the denial; she remained calm as she always was in every battle: "Even so, Mikhail believes in tomorrow."

The road ahead is uncertain, but the achievements speak for themselves!

The railgun's beam of fire slammed into the philosophical fetus.

On the seventh day, he was granted dignity.

Amidst his countless wounds, he raised his arms and proclaimed: "With a flawless symphony, I command—to rebuild paradise!"

The golden wheel radiated intense light, and the resounding chants of Sanskrit bells echoed throughout Asdena in Pinocchio.

Everyone in the world felt a chill run down their spines; they had seen this scene before!

However, at that time, I was so focused on marveling at its power that I was completely unaware of the extraordinary significance behind it.

The five great destinies will be broken by Sunday's golden giant hand, and a truly carefree paradise will be born in the world!

Moreover, he managed to sever five, even the void itself. Perhaps he really could wipe out every single god?