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

[Himeko: The Star God's favors... well, it's not that they're entirely nonexistent. It's just that those favors aren't acts of kindness from us, but rather debts He owes.]

[Pam: You don't mean that guy I kicked out, do you?]

[Star: Kicked out...you mean, Aha?]

[Walter: That's right. It's said that after the train was blown up, Pam kicked him out of the train with a broom.]

March 7th: They really were "sweeped" out.

[Star: Pam! Since you can even defeat Aha, then you'll see what happens to the Iron Tomb...]

[Pam: I'm fighting Iron Tomb? I can't beat them with an elbow strike, no matter how I look at it, I can't beat Pam with an elbow strike!]

The light curtain ripples.

The entire universe is left with only a lonely "0".

Lükelgos's voice was tinged with pride and regret. The "variable" that had once caught his attention had ultimately faded into obscurity amidst the routine.

"The conclusion is beyond doubt."

"On the right side of the equals sign, knowledge returns to silence."

The universe was silent, and the Venerable One had opened up almost all his permissions, and was racing along the path he had set for the fourth moment.

At this point, the outcome is decided!

"After thirteen heartbeats, He will restart the calculations of the universe..."

As if to verify his words, somewhere in the unknown universe, the blue light of the Bo Shi Zun ticked.

Lukurgos was extremely satisfied with the result. Zandal's "last wish" was about to come to a perfect end in his hands.

"Destruction is the only solution."

"Thump!" The giant lamp of the Bo Shi Zun froze in red.

[Star: No! Machine Head! Learned One! Wise Star God! Don't give up! The Galaxy Destruction episode has already finished airing, so show some spirit!]

[Fireworks: What if you become so content that you enter a state of euphoria, your mind filled with thoughts like "It would be worth dying for"?]

[Scott: I get it! How could I possibly maintain my sanity after being so thoroughly invaded by the Iron Tomb's cosmic-piercing spear? Absolutely impossible! Ah~~ How intoxicating~~ Haha, hahahaha!]

[Potio: He's a real bastard, what do you even know?!]

[Tail: Holy crap! What kind of monster are you?!]

[Xia Die: Is it a love-hate relationship? How tragic, they're truly a pair of star-crossed lovers...]

[Star: Ugh... I'm getting goosebumps enough to cook a dish. One sentence and it's reached a level even "My Executioner" didn't achieve. Whose subordinate is this?]

[The Black Tower: Did it not only induce the learned to commit suicide, but also brand intellect with the mark of "destruction," forever locking away its destiny?]

[Lagushi: Of course, rather, everything serves this purpose, even killing that arrogant star god. Breaking the shackles of psychic power, transforming the high and mighty slave owner into a powerful, yet foolish and indifferent individual, is a necessary way to prevent future generations from repeating the same mistakes!]

[Doctor Truth: Hmph... After enslaving geniuses throughout the universe and even bringing his creator under his command, Sovereign, in the end, was still killed by Zandal? Genius... How absurd.]

[March 7th: So, is the universe truly beyond saving?]

[Black Tower: Not entirely. It's possible that after billions of years, the next Big Bang could bring the universe back to life. If you have some trick to avoid a cosmic reboot, you might survive.]

[March 7th: Ms. Black Tower, you're much funnier than shut up, but also especially hellish!]

The group chat was in complete chaos.

But whether they were geniuses or envoys from other forces, they all eventually reached a consensus in desperation—they were helpless!

Even if they knew all this in advance, in order to resolve this suicide operation personally orchestrated by the Venerable Bo Shi, it would require the intervention of other Star Gods or even Demi-Star Gods.

However, they did not make a move within the light screen, and the Star God remained still. Could it be because they were completely unaware of this?

Many people around the world still have illusions about this issue because it is one of their few remaining hopes, and they are willing to cling to it even if it means deceiving themselves.

But many more people have already given up hope.

Pinocchio, once a bustling and noisy golden hour, is now as silent as a giant funeral home.

Even the most extravagant and wasteful nouveau riche lost their desire for luxury and stared blankly at the ever-smiling golden clock boy statue.

"It's all over, all over! I sold all my possessions, even my two children, and struggled to get everything I have today. Damn the God of Wisdom, damn Zandal!"

A shout of impotent rage seemed to flip a switch on the entire world.

A frenzied outburst began...

On the top of a building not far away, Sunday silently watched as order began to crumble, his hands gripping the railing tightly, making a creaking sound.

It can't be contained.

The light screen announced that the end of the world was coming, and not only Pinocchio, but the entire universe would be thrown into chaos!

Humanity will make a fool of itself before the farce between the Zandals.

"It seems we can't delay any longer." His eyes hardened, and he dialed a number: "Mr. Gopher, no matter how well prepared we are, we must begin the operation now."

This is the last chance; his plan requires the united will of everyone.

At this moment, if he could make a promise of "no fear," he might gain the unwavering support of the entire universe.

Opportunity knocks but once.

He must succeed before the tragedy of people perishing in the chaos occurs!

"..." Gopher Wood remained silent for a long time before softly uttering a single word: "Okay."

"But, the robin, she..."

Before the words were finished, the dark screen of light suddenly stirred again.

"Lili~ Ah ah~~!!" A high-pitched hymn rang out.

Everyone suddenly turned their heads and stared intently at the screen.

[Star: There's still a sound... Could it be that there's still hope?]

[March 7th: Could it be that some star god has really descended upon us? Thank goodness! If it's true, I promise to kowtow three times morning and evening, burn incense morning and night, offer sixteen plates of fruit every day, and I promise not to steal any! Um... I'll try my best not to steal any.]

[Fireworks: Quite devout.]

The screen was completely black, but there were faint sounds coming from it.

In the brief period before the Iron Tomb attack arrived.

The calm space station crew meticulously reported the erratic data from the instruments: "A strong pulse has appeared at the center of the battlefield."

A composed space station crew member offered an analysis: "The Iron Tomb's 'Destruction' equation is about to complete its 'self-coronation'!"

Black Tower nodded, took a deep breath, but his eyes showed little emotion.

Finally, her destiny will be revealed here.

"The opportunity has arrived! Everyone, prepare to enter orbit! ███▄"

"Connect the [Audience System] to the Scepter ▄█▆ Start hardware overclocking! ████"