The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　From that moment on, they viewed destruction as a cancer on the universe, the ultimate enemy of all goodness and order, and they asked Russell whether they should wage war against destruction.

　Russell offered a vague answer: self-determination.

　"Purify! All the filth of destruction must be purified!"

　"In the name of abundance, sever the roots of destruction!"

　"For the continuation of life, destruction must be ended!"

　"The world will eventually fall into nothingness; it doesn't need destruction to do it."

　A fanatical faith spread like wildfire throughout the simulated universe! Countless beings who had received Russell's power spontaneously organized themselves.

　Their weapons were wreathed in emerald-gold purifying flames, and their battle cries echoed across the starry sky. They were no longer lambs passively awaiting destruction, but had transformed into a bountiful purifying legion taking the initiative!

　An unprecedented holy war of abundance has broken out, sweeping across the simulated universe.

　Like a torrent of emerald gold, the Purification Legion launched a relentless attack on the forces representing destruction in the simulated universe.

　The once timid and submissive Abundance is now acting like it's been injected with adrenaline, even more extreme than destruction.

　Their aim is not to annihilate and plunder overnight; their goal is to defend the peace and well-being of all living beings, preventing the pawns of destruction from taking it away.

　The creatures they destroyed were either completely incinerated by the purifying fire that contained abundant life, or they were forcibly "reformed" in their resistance—the destructive power was forcibly stripped away and neutralized, and the individuals were transformed into harmless plant life forms that emitted a soft green light.

　Stubborn entities that cannot be purified are ruthlessly killed on the spot!

　This proactive, large-scale, and targeted war of annihilation far surpasses the intensity of any conflict in the simulated universe's past.

　Even though Bertrand Russell, the one who bestowed the blessing, never forced people to wage this war.

　But as the war continued, Russell also began to bless his followers, making them more adaptable to the war. For a time, the destructive forces were overwhelmed by abundance.

　But these bountiful people only destroy and annihilate; they remain as benevolent as healers towards other non-destructive forces.

　This is a targeted war.

　It is a war against destruction.

　A divine war that started unexpectedly.

　……

　A war of this scale and with a purifying nature, its impact and disruption to the balance of the universe, finally touched the bottom line of a certain being.

　In a star field of the simulated universe, space shattered like a mirror torn apart by a boulder! A massive gash, flowing with molten gold-like blood, appeared out of nowhere, stretching across the sea of ​​stars!

　An indescribable, pure will to destruction emanated from it, instantly freezing the entire battlefield! Whether it was the fanatical purification legion or the struggling creations of destruction, they were as insignificant as dust before this will.

　The projection of Nanuk, the God of Destruction, has descended.

　His divine body, composed of pure concepts of destruction, was so magnificent that it was difficult to look directly at him; golden blood flowed like lava across his wound-like body.

　And another balance god named Hu also appeared here. But he acted like a bystander, neither taking sides, watching from the sidelines. He seemed prepared to intervene at any moment.

　Nanuk's cold, emotionless gaze pierced through countless light-years, finally landing on the source of this holy war—the apothecary who exuded an unusually abundant aura.

　That gaze held a hint of... scrutiny? And an even deeper, all-consuming indifference.

　Inside the laboratory, Black Tower held his breath, his hands gripping the edge of the control panel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

　The curve representing the stability of the universe on the screen plummeted, approaching the critical point.

　But her eyes burned with an almost fanatical thirst for knowledge, and she murmured, "God War... the true prototype of God War! This data... is priceless!"

　However, just as the extreme oppressive feeling brought by this destructive gaze reached its peak, an even more untimely, sharper, and more ear-piercing laugh, as if it could tear apart reason, resounded throughout the entire simulated universe without warning!

　"Ha ha ha ha--!!!!"

　The laughter was manic, unrestrained, and filled with pure, illogical joy! It even drowned out the deathly silence brought by the will to destroy!

　The projection of Aha, the god of joy, made its appearance in an extremely comical yet terrifying way!

　"good friend--!"

　Ahana's mocking voice resounded directly in all consciousness, and His gaze locked onto Russell with great interest.

　"I knew it! I knew this day would come! You're finally going to replace that nice guy? Look at you now! How great are you! A fellow traveler walking at the top of the road of fate! Hahahaha!"

　Aha's projection circled Russell's enormous phantom, his laughter growing increasingly shrill: "Joy! Pure joy! Look at the amusement you've caused! Hahahaha!"

　"Aha has received so much joy from you! Those genuine smiles of happiness...tsk tsk, being friends with you has been Aha's best investment!"

　"You really listened to Aha and spread happiness to every corner! This is so delightful! Hahahahahaha!"

　This extreme, frenzied laughter was like the last straw that broke the camel's back!

　[WARNING! Simulated universe core overload! Stability collapse critical!]

　A piercing alarm blared in the lab! All the data streams on the main screen instantly turned into gibberish, and the models representing the structure of the universe flickered wildly, emitting alarms that seemed unable to cope!

　Countless sparks flew from all parts of the simulated universe device, and the lights in the entire laboratory flickered wildly!

　"boom--!!!"

　A muffled thud was followed by a blinding flash! The main light source of the entire space station went out instantly, plunging it into a brief darkness! Only the emergency red lights spun mournfully.

　"Whoa!"

　Xing screamed in fright and instinctively covered her head and crouched down, shrinking into the farthest corner of the laboratory.

　A few seconds later, the backup power came on, and the dim lights came back on.

　The simulated universe device, emitting wisps of smoke, fell completely silent. The pillar of light on the platform disappeared, and Russell's body swayed slightly.

　He opened his eyes, a trace of the vastness belonging to the Star God still lingering in them, but he quickly regained his clarity.

　What he saw was: Xing huddled in a corner, trembling, and Heita standing in front of the smoking control panel, his face showing a mixture of extreme excitement, heartache, and frustration.

　"Uh……"

　Russell rubbed his temples, feeling a slight dizziness as his consciousness returned. "So, your simulated universe... I messed it up?"

　"nonsense!"

　Black Tower whirled around, his jewel-like eyes fixed on Russell, his tone a mixture of heartache for the equipment and barely suppressed excitement at discovering a treasure, "Who knew you'd cause such a commotion after replacing the pharmacist?!"

　"The hunters ignored you! The protectors bewildered you! The memories recorded you! And in the end, because of your bizarre abundance, it directly triggered a holy war against destruction, attracting Nanuk and Aha, the two most difficult guys to deal with! Even Hu came to watch your battle."

　"The simulated universe was almost completely obliterated by the aftershocks of the divine war you simulated! Do you know how expensive this equipment is?!"

　She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the light in her eyes remained burning: "However... the data you provided... is too precious! Priceless!"

　"To be honest, I'm a little afraid that if the pharmacist really dies, your replacement will surely be a cosmic catastrophe."

　"I only need to extract the pure template of the pharmacist from your consciousness, and the simulated universe will resume operation. I dare not use your original data, but..."

　She glanced at Xing, who was still in shock in the corner, and said, "What a pity, we couldn't get that little brat to do the test, so the data comparison is ruined."

　Black Tower waved his hand impatiently and began inspecting the smoking equipment: "Alright, alright! Now it's time for the genius to make emergency repairs! You two, immediately! Get out of my sight!"

　She pointed to the star, "I'll transfer your payment to your account. Now, get out of the way!"

　Russell and Xing were thus escorted out of the still-smoking Black Tower Laboratory. Standing in the quiet corridor, the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

　Russell glanced at the simulated sky on the space station and suggested, "It looks like it's almost lunchtime, and we're all starving after all this commotion. There's a new interstellar restaurant that just opened in the space station's dining area; I've heard it's pretty good. My treat, shall we go try it?"

　Xing's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded vigorously. The fright she had just experienced seemed to have been somewhat lessened by the temptation of the delicious food: "Okay!"

　Chapter 88. Garbage Can-Style Development.

　In a corner of the convenience store, Russell looked at the mountain of empty plates opposite him, and then at Xing, who was engrossed in battling a large piece of synthetic meat.

　The girl's cheeks were bulging, but she chewed at an undiminished speed, her focused expression as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

　"Your vessel..."

　Russell considered his words carefully, then tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. "Can it really hold that much?"

　In front of him was only a simple grilled pork rib. The meat was decent, but it was nowhere near as robust and flavorful as the grilled pork that Xiao Di had meticulously prepared over the campfire in his hometown, a dish he remembered.

　"Hmm...yes!"

　Xing responded vaguely, swallowing the food in her mouth with difficulty. Her golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I feel like I could put some more in!"

　She licked the sauce from the corner of her mouth, still wanting more.

　Russell chuckled, elegantly wiping his mouth with a tissue, and gestured for the checkout at the terminal. A faint emerald-gold halo swept across the black card between his fingers.

　"At the rate you eat, you'll have to do odd jobs to stay on the space station."

　"I have money!"

　As if reminded, Xingxiang immediately pulled a handful of crumpled credit point receipts, stained with suspicious dirt, from her pocket and spread them out on the greasy table like a treasure. "Look! I found them all!"

　"Turned it out?"

　Russell raised an eyebrow, looking at the worn edges of the receipts. "Where exactly... did you find them?"

　"Trash can!"

　Xing answered matter-of-factly, even with a touch of pride.

　"And those supply boxes scattered in the corners of the corridor, the gaps in the repair cabinets... hey, you can always find something good here! These tickets can be exchanged for food!"

　She patted the stack of credits as if it were her most prized trophy.

　Russell remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the girl's pure and self-assured expression, and finally couldn't help but chuckle: "Ha... ways to make money are indeed unconventional. Interesting."

　He gently pushed the stack of credits that Xing had offered back to her, "However, I promised to treat you, so you can keep these for yourself."

　"Uh... thank you."

　Xing paused for a moment, then lowered her head, poking at the last meatball on her plate with her fork, her voice softening, "Thank you for... saving me earlier. If it weren't for your gun..."

　"Easy to do."

　Russell gently interrupted her.

　Xing stuffed the meatball into her mouth and chewed it vigorously. The nervous excitement on her face slowly subsided, replaced by a rare seriousness.

　She put down her fork, her golden eyes looking directly at Russell: "Sir, may I ask you something? About...you?"

　"of course."

　Russell tapped his finger lightly on the table. A golden, abundant power, like a living vine, flowed silently through it.

　All the empty plates, grease, and food scraps on the table instantly seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, flying up neatly and sliding precisely into the recycling bin, leaving the tabletop spotless.

　"Wow!"

　Xing's eyes widened instantly, her mouth formed an "O" shape, her gaze followed the vanished plate, then abruptly turned back to Russell, filled with disbelief.

　"Could this power be used on the trash cans? To make them automatically spit out credits?"

　Russell was momentarily speechless at this far-fetched question, then sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "Theoretically... perhaps. But your focus is always so..."

　He carefully chose his words, "Unique?"

　Xing ignored his assessment, leaning forward slightly with curiosity and a hint of barely perceptible confusion: "Sir, you are the Envoy of Abundance, right? Aren't you... incredibly powerful?"

　"Walking on the path of destiny, practicing the will of the star god, the power of the messenger truly transcends the mortal realm."

　Russell answered calmly.

　"That……"

　Xing's eyes suddenly flashed with astonishing brightness, as if he had discovered a new continent. "Could you, in an instant, rummage through all the trash cans in the entire universe and get all the credits inside?"

　"Wow! That's so cool! After rummaging through so many trash cans, you'll have more credits than you can ever use in a lifetime."

　Her tone was full of longing, as if that were the ultimate secret to wielding power.

　Russell's expression froze for a moment as he looked at the girl's sparkling eyes, which seemed to say, "This superpower is so useful." He was momentarily at a loss for words.

　He rubbed his temples: "...The way this power is used is indeed very... 'exploratory.' However, Ah Xing,"

　His tone became more serious, "Instead of worrying about the depth of the trash can, perhaps you should be more concerned about your future?"

　"Confusion is harder to fill than hunger. I can see it in your eyes. You're very confused right now."

　Xing's excitement visibly faded. She lowered her head and played with the crumpled napkin in her hand, her voice muffled: "Yeah... I don't even know who I am, where I came from, or where I'm going... I'm like an empty shell."

　She looked up, her eyes filled with helplessness. "You said life is like a journey? But where are my road signs?"

　"The meaning of a journey lies in the act of walking itself."

　Russell's voice was deep and gentle, carrying a certain comforting power: "The beginning may be vague, and the end may be unknown."