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

[March 7th: So, Zandal wasn't even betrayed by his own son, but by his own alter ego? What kind of plot twist is this, turning the tables and taking the lead?!]

[Star: So, in that case, wouldn't the struggle between the human Raozan and the star god Zandal be considered a kind of... left-right brain battle?]

[Qingque: How can you not count it? It definitely counts! In my dream, after being fired, I wouldn't be so conflicted about whether to use the huge severance pay to lie around doing nothing or to open a mahjong parlor.]

[Fu Xuan: The difference in scale is completely disproportionate.]

[Doctor Truth: No wonder the Great Intelligence Club members are so crazy. Like a building, normal buildings are either built with bricks and stones or with earth and wood, while geniuses have ingeniously chosen a hot air balloon. I'm starting to look forward to the day it self-destructs by constantly crashing into the air. Oh, by the way, one genius seems particularly clownish, @PolkaKakamu, how's that feeling?]

[Polka Kakamu: ...Ah!!!]

Somewhere in the unknown universe, a sharp blade of light suddenly erupted, spreading in all directions and slicing the surrounding planets and meteorites into smooth fragments.

At the headquarters of the IX agency, the researchers, who were hiding their identities, huddled in a corner, and no one dared to approach Polka's office.

Going against her at this time would probably create a difficult problem for the forensic doctor.

"How could this happen, how could this happen..." Polka slumped weakly in the chair, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

The sarcastic remarks from Lai Gushi still echoed in my ears.

Even though her face was difficult to discern, it was not hard to sense her sorrow.

"In the end, it was all just Zandal's one-man show..."

Her loyalty to the "Omniscient Realm" was merely a minor entertainment during the debates among the Zandals.

"Insignificant... Ha, hahaha..."

……

[Potio: Holy crap, it's like seeing a cute little marketing whiz reporting to the pig farm! I've never seen anything like it before!]

[Gold Sand: Thank you for your incredibly clear pointing performance.]

[March 7th: Right now, I feel like the Wise One is like a reverse wish-granting machine for geniuses. Collect the fragments to summon a "divine version of Zandal," then contribute your wisdom to randomly grant one of His ideas?]

[Star: The machine head doesn't suffer any losses at all.]

[Shut up: Oh, what a coincidence. Does this mean my carefully prepared joke is useless? Why did Laigushi insist on killing Boshizun?]

March 7th: Shut up...

[Shut up: I am here, Lady March. The answer is, because the true form of the Ancient One is called the Great Slayer. What a fateful name, like Oedipus, their struggle entirely in the hands of that damned destiny.]

[Star: Shut up! I just worked up a sweat, and now I'm practically an ice sculpture!]

[Black Tower: @Laigushi, senior, how can I put it? The machine head sealed off the universe upon its creation, and now you're going to wipe everyone out. You've easily destroyed the universe twice in two ways. Hmm… you're ruthless! Treating the universe like building blocks, arbitrarily assembling them.]

[Lycoris: I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused, but... no, this is the mission I, Lycoris, have been given.]

[Star: Compared to you guys, I'm as useless as a three-year-old. I'm starting to worry that the other slices are secretly plotting some big thing. And the robot head, how could it possibly be a well-behaved baby who doesn't cause trouble?!]

[March 7th: Hmm... Should we thank them for their "great favor of saving the world"? After all, they've held back until now.]

[Potio: He's a damn good boy, I want to shoot them dead.]

The light screen shifted again, and the light shimmered on the clothes rack.

[Qingque: No way, there's more?]

She's really starting to have PTSD now; she's just having way too much work to do!

The shoes glowed faintly, the sensory connection was reactivated, and everyone's nerves tightened, no longer daring to immerse themselves in it.

But this time, the chilling atmosphere seemed to have completely vanished, leaving only a faint trace of sadness, and... a sense of resolute determination.

[From then on, Zandal reduced his public appearances, adopting a more secluded lifestyle, often seen wearing loose jackets… After the “first boom” brought by these geniuses, he completely “disappeared” from the public eye.]

Before embarking on his "mind-slicing" project, he bid farewell to his friends at their secluded retreat, citing a "long journey" as the reason. His friends, concerned about his advanced age, gifted him a pair of beautiful handmade shoes and urged him to be careful on his journey.

"Heh, it's natural to slip and fall while walking," Zandal replied casually. "But it would be a disgrace to trip over the same stone twice. Don't worry, I would never do something so stupid."

[In the distant future, after that, Zandal had vanished. In his place, different "mind slices" traveled to different times and spaces within the galaxy, each with different appearances and in ways they did not communicate with, searching for a way to break free of their "prison"... The so-called "mind slices" were merely Zandal's flaws; perhaps it was precisely because he lacked something that he became more obsessive and more pure.]

[These are just one facet of Zandal's story. Some will give up, some will accept the cage, and some will try their best to stop the "mind-slicing" project, just as he had hesitated for a moment... but someone will definitely carry out the original plan.]

[Deep within the scepter δ-me13, Lycurgus surveyed his mechanical body, now entirely different from the original Zandal… He was now a mythical Antikythera.]

[Star: Huh? So, not all Zandal slices are enemies. There are chaotic neutrals, lawful goods, and all sorts of other things among them. You might even find allies? Let geniuses fight geniuses, let Zandals fight against Zandals?]

[March 7th: My God, this isn't just a battle between the left and right brains, it's upgraded to a hellish multi-headed dragon preparing to unify itself!]

[Lagushi: Undeniably. Just as the God of Wisdom is a perfectionist Zandal, not a perfect Zandal, having lost his humanity, he is never as infallible and flawless as he appears. And the other slices are far from loyal, possessing only a curiosity and a stubborn adherence to their respective paths.]

[Qingque: From what you're saying, you're actually quite happy?]

[Laigushi: Why are you unhappy? The most invincible weapon I possess against that arrogant star god is not any ingenious design. It is—possibility! And the slices are expanding along different paths; everything is in perfect order.]

[Black Tower: But senior, no, Lycurgus, what about you? You used your scepter to define Onpharos, and in this data-simulated world, you are doing the same thing as Sirius. You've become the kind of person you hate most! Isn't this also a kind of... repeating the same mistakes?]