The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Perhaps they'll be very happy, especially Ishan, who might say, "Is this for real?"

God of Order: "..."

"Okay, that's really the case. So I wiped out 'Paradise' and stored their technology and methods in my technology library as one of the abilities I can use now."

"Because the people of Paradise will never understand one thing: true strength doesn't diminish because opportunities are taken away; in fact, it can make one stronger. What truly makes people stronger isn't external things..."

"It's yourself!"

The God of Order spoke, enunciating each word clearly: "Just like you, Xue Law, even if everything you once had is taken away, if you still continue down the same path, you will still become the closest being to the Venerable King."

"This is your true power, because you have walked the same path as those 13 expedition team members. This is the reason why you are able to get so close to the King, and also the reason why your strength has increased exponentially."

"This is the true path to becoming a king!"

The God of Order spoke with absolute certainty, while Xue Dinglu remained silent.

Therefore, "Paradise" was destroyed, and even if they crossed timelines, they could not have even the slightest impact on the former Mimic King.

This is just like what the God of Order said: there is a broad road in front of everyone, but some people still want to take a detour to skip class, thinking that they are taking a shortcut.

The same principle applies to the Starfleet; they too are on the path to becoming kings.

"Let's begin, for the last time, to uncover the true nature of the Lord of the Mist," said the God of Order.

……

With the birth of the King, the universe was able to continue to exist.

The cavity was cut out, becoming a new realm full of mystery and danger, which people are currently unaware of.

In the main universe, the story of the great sacrifices of the thirteen expedition teams and the "King" who protects the universe begins to circulate.

Perhaps in the future, the stories of the thirteen expeditions will gradually be lost, and only the name "Zunwang" will be passed down to posterity. But that is another story.

Ishan's daughter, Little Fugu, grew up over the long years. Raised by the United Front, she was called the "Holy Child" and received great respect. She gradually came to understand the truth and realized what kind of mission her father and uncles and aunts were on.

But deep down, she always held a belief that differed from everyone else's.

"They are still alive..."

She could sense that in her heart, the "King" born from her paintings was her father, Issan, her uncle Domini, and the members of the Thirteenth Expedition of those uncles and aunts.

They simply lived in a different way, becoming the Venerable King. Every night, when she looked up at the starry sky, she could feel her loved ones smiling at her in the light.

As time passed, a crazy idea took root and grew in her heart, eventually turning into an inescapable obsession:

"What if... we could create a 'new god'?"

"If a new god were to replace the duties of the 'King' and guard the void, then wouldn't Dad, uncles, and aunts... be able to be freed from their divine thrones and 'go home'?"

This idea became the entire meaning of her life, her lifelong pursuit.

So she gave up her childhood dream of becoming a painter and became a... maker of gods!

Chapter 487 The Lord of the Mist's Doom Has Arrived

Xue's Law: "..."

This time, I experienced her life from Fugg's perspective.

Her life was remarkably simple: studying, and... researching magic elements!

Without romance, without dramatic events, and without settling down, this girl's life was completely changed from that day on.

She had actually resented her father before, because when she was only 4 years old, her father resolutely abandoned her to the United Front and embarked on a highly classified secret mission.

Back then, she saw other children being picked up and dropped off by their parents every day, receiving care and love. Yet, even in their parents' arms, they would still throw tantrums, trying to get what they wanted through this method.

But I have nothing.

On one occasion, she was bullied by others; a small group of people from another race cornered her and said, "You're an unwanted child!"

She fought fiercely with those squid-faced guys, and although she didn't win, she managed to smash several of their faces.

The next day, she expected to be punished, but instead, she received news that the children who had blocked her way had been expelled.

A person whom the principal greatly respected led her to the principal's office and said gently to her, "Your father didn't abandon you. He became a secret agent and is going to carry out a very, very important mission, so you have to be good and not let your great father down!"

That day she realized that her father had not abandoned her, but was going to carry out a very important mission to protect her and give her a better future.

So, during the long holiday, I had a few opportunities to visit my parents and get to know the uncles and aunts who were with my father.

She even became a big star at school because of her paintings and her usual performance.

As the days went by, she gradually became a "little painter".

Meanwhile, her father also had to go on a mission. They agreed that on that holy day, her father, as a secret agent, would go to the school to attend her speech as an outstanding student.

However, they did not come that day.

All the children's parents came, but none of them showed up.

She was furious, she cried, she was in pain, but in the end, what awaited her was her father's medal and the truth...

Ishan and Domini's team successfully reached the altar planet and completed the ritual, as evidenced by their scattered logs and the King's Amulet, but... none of them survived...

This is not a path with choices. For the sake of their children and their future, a father chooses to face the natural disaster head-on, burning with the love he has kept hidden all his life and with his own life to fight against this global catastrophe, so that the children behind him can grow up safely.

Yes, Yishan and the others didn't have a choice from the beginning. They either completed the mission successfully or became deserters, fleeing to the rear and waiting for the day when they could no longer escape and the entire universe was swallowed by the Great Void.

However, not a single member of the 13th Expeditionary Team escaped.

So from that day on, she died completely, and what survived was a creator of gods.

One who wants to recreate the King.

This idea became the entire meaning of her life, her lifelong pursuit.

She spent her entire life traversing the stars and finally found the original formula and magic potion of the god of all machines. From this moment on, the grand movement to create a god officially began.

She studied all the data about the birth of the King, analyzed the nature of magic essence, and explored the secrets of the subspace.

She and others jointly established a massive organization, gathering countless followers and resources, all of which were devoted to the ultimate goal of "creating a god".

By presenting the threat that "the monarchy can only last for a hundred years and cannot trap the Great Void for long," she successfully attracted more resources and investment, more talent, and more technology.

She was a genius and a madwoman. Even after the United Front disbanded, she still managed to personally explore an alternate dimension that was attached to the real universe but completely separate from it.

This is the subspace, the area covered by the magic base plate where the Venerable King was born.

Perhaps even the god of all machines who calculated this formula could not have imagined that this foundation could create "the King".

As her research into the magic element deepened, Fuge realized that the original purpose of this foundation was to cut out the void in the universe.

But in the end, it turned into the arrival of the King.

However, the calculations of the God of Machines were not wrong; the Great Void of the Universe was indeed cut out, and this place is now called the Subspace.

Following the warp, Fugger found traces of the 13 expeditions that had once been there, and she also collected the scattered remains.

And beside the wreckage, there was a rough and immature amulet for protecting the king.

She even ventured to the deepest part of the subspace, to a place once known as the "Altar Star".

Here, she did not find her father's remains, only a royal amulet and a sacred tree.

Further ahead, there was only the endless sub-space barrier, within which lay the realm of the Venerable King and the void.

At that moment, she understood.

"They're not dead..."

"They have simply become part of the King..."

"What if... we could create a 'new god'?"

"If a new god is used to replace the duties of the 'King' and seal away the void, then... can they be freed from their divine thrones and 'go home'?"

Thus, with the Primal Magic Jar of the God of Myriad Machines, a massive movement to create a god officially began.

Trying again and again, failing again and again...

She had almost touched the boundaries of the laws; she designed a theoretically feasible blueprint for a "new god," a blank container that would transform the magic pot of the god of all machines into one capable of bearing the authority of the universe.

However, she failed.

again and again.

No matter how she replicates the ritual from back then, or how she gathers energy, what she creates is merely an empty shell or an uncontrollable monster. The miracle forged by the prayers of 2 trillion galactic beings and the souls of thirteen pioneers cannot be reproduced by any technological means.

She lacked the most crucial core: that unreserved, selfless "love" that is willing to sacrifice for protection, and the unified prayer that erupts from all life in the universe in the face of adversity.

This is the most crucial step, but now, this step may never be completed.

The united front has been completely disbanded.

The civilizations that had once united, worked together, and risked their lives for tomorrow began a destructive war.

A devastating cosmic war broke out, and at that moment, Fugger probably realized that he would never succeed.

War shattered a once-great civilization, and once Pandora's box was opened, no one could put on the brakes.

On her deathbed, on the altar planet at the edge of the warp, she lay in a cold laboratory, surrounded by the remnants of her countless failed attempts to create gods. These "new gods," which she had given hope to, were creations that should have been more in line with the "birth of a new god" than the Venerable King, but all of them failed.

She gazed in the direction of the Subspace King, her eyes filled not with relief, but with endless regret and unfulfilled obsession.

"Dad...I still...couldn't bring you home..."

Thus, Fugger, the sole descendant of the 13th Expedition, died.

She had no descendants or family members; she dedicated her life to the deification movement and the anti-war movement.

However, she failed in both cases. The new gods were all monsters corrupted by magic, the united front continued to fall apart, and planet-destroying weapons were flying around the universe. Some people even began to forget the crisis of the Great Void and started to create miniature "Great Voids" to destroy others.

Perhaps the war will not end until everyone is destroyed.

Fug died, but her obsession was so powerful that it twisted with the "concepts" she had studied throughout her life and that permeated the edge of the warp, as well as the "new god shells" that were failures, and even the primordial magic jars of the former god of myriad machines, thus transforming into a pathetic and terrifying existence.

At the edge of this warp, on Altar Star, the site of the final ceremony of Expedition 13, a monster twisted to the extreme was born.

It has no fixed form, like a vast, grayish-white mist permeating the boundary between subspace and reality. It has no intelligence, no emotions, only the pure obsession of its creator until death.

Create a new god to replace the king!

Create a new god to replace the king!