I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyang did another weighted squat, then used his arm muscles to push the barbell overhead before slowly lowering it back to the ground.

The heavy metal made a dull thud as it hit the ground, causing the entire basement floor to tremble slightly.

He picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, stepped over the barbell, walked to the side, picked up his phone, and swiped his finger across the screen.

The series of verification and deduction results of complex theories such as quantum physics, high-energy particles, and various indescribable structures, as listed by Miku, are clearly presented before my eyes.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done, Miku."

"It is Miku's honor to be able to help Master."

On the phone screen, the virtual image of a cute twin-tailed girl happily twirled around, with a small heart-shaped bubble appearing above her head.

Immediately afterward, before Li Qingyang could ask any questions, the data stream on the screen refreshed again, and a brand-new deduction report was generated at an extremely fast speed, listed from top to bottom.

"Based on the proven overall theoretical framework and global monitoring network design, combined with the CRISIS prediction system design, Miku has deduced a highly feasible global defense system with a prediction accuracy of up to 97.3%."

"By combining the 'PAL system design' and 'fighter jet automatic control system development' derived from Miku's source code, a mass-producible unmanned Super fighter jet can be created, whose performance will surpass all existing aircraft."

"Integrating the 'anti-proton floating field design' with 'high-energy physics applications' allows fighter jets to be equipped with a Repulsor Lift system and miniaturized positive and negative ion cannons, enabling all-weather, all-terrain super-maneuverable strikes."

"By unifying and scheduling the above units, we can build an automated Earth defense force that covers the entire globe."

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.

Li Qingyang couldn't help but applaud his AI daughter.

Next, all we need to do is wait for Kaguya Shinomiya and the others to return, get them some investment, and set up a larger space as a laboratory. Then we can start creating some romance for men!

With the Repulsor Lift system and PAL artificial intelligence system as a foundation, the fighter jet's shape can be completely diverse...

Gundam and EVA are naturally included, and special mission machines are even more so.

If I had some selfish motives, I could find some materials that could carry his light, use those materials as an energy source, and combine them with Hikaru's scientific knowledge to develop an Ultraman armor like in a certain mobile Ultraman series.

Go back and ask the little ghost girl if there's any material on Earth that can hold his light like Ultraman.

The smaller ones that can be dressed up are called Ultraman, while the larger ones controlled by the PAL artificial intelligence system are called Ultraman.

Wow, there's still so much to do, I can't even take a break...

............

The main residence of the Shinomiya family, banquet hall.

The crystal chandelier shattered the light, casting it evenly over each well-dressed guest, while the air was filled with the scent of fine perfumes, top-quality wines, and insincere smiles.

Each face represents the pinnacle of a certain field in Japan, and behind every smile may lie a calculation capable of disrupting the market.

Kaguya Shinomiya stood in an inconspicuous corner, holding a glass of juice. Her cold, dark red eyes calmly swept over the faces with their formulaic smiles.

As the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family, she had just perfectly fulfilled her duty—like an exquisite and flawless doll, receiving greetings and praises, whether sincere or insincere, from celebrities from all walks of life.

Very bored.

More than that, she wanted to know if Li Qingyang had come to her house today, if he had brought Gaddy over, and if Yunmu, the cat, would be lonely.

She specifically instructed Hayasaka Ai to prepare a high-protein meal in the kitchen, wondering if the man enjoyed it properly and if it suited his taste...

Just as her thoughts were drifting away, a familiar figure pushed through the crowd and ran towards her.

"Kaguya-san!"

Pink strands of hair danced under the light, and the signature black bow swayed slightly as its owner ran.

It's Fujiwara Chika.

Kaguya Shinomiya watched as she somewhat recklessly walked through the crowd, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

In this situation, such behavior is truly inappropriate...

However, given that it's Fujiwara-kun... well, let's not bother with it.

Anyway, once the words are spoken, they'll just drift away like dandelions in the wind and won't even get into her ears.

Hmm? What is she doing...?

Fujiwara Chika wore a bright smile, as if a ray of sunshine had forced its way into this dimly lit space filled with formalities.

However, Kaguya Shinomiya still keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Although Fujiwara Chika's smile was bright, it carried a lingering weariness. There were faint bluish circles under her eyes, and the seemingly inexhaustible energy that used to overflow seemed to be suppressed by something.

"I've been looking for you for so long!" Fujiwara Chika ran up to her and affectionately took her arm, like a puppy that had found its owner and was being affectionate. "I thought you were bothered by those boring adults."

"I just dealt with it." Kaguya Shinomiya replied calmly, her gaze falling on her friend's slightly haggard face. "But you, Chika, you don't look too good."

"Huh? Really?" Fujiwara Chika subconsciously touched her face, then forced a smile, her voice lowering slightly.

She leaned close to Kaguya's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "There was nothing I could do. A while ago... something happened at home."

Fujiwara Chika sighed softly, her usually bright eyes now somewhat dim.

"My great-grandfather and uncles, didn't they... pass away unexpectedly?"

"The atmosphere at home has been very heavy. My mom and dad are both extremely busy, and I haven't slept well for several days."

It turned out to be the case.

Kaguya Shinomiya instantly understood.

My great-grandfather was a former prime minister, and my uncle is a current minister. They were both eliminated by my mother back then—those insects who tried to meddle with the power of the gods.

But it's one thing for current ministers to be involved, but why is the former prime minister also implicated... Never mind, it's irrelevant.

No pity arose in his heart, not even the slightest ripple.

Those foolish politicians who dared to set their sights on the savior were doomed from the start.

The insect died, that's all.

She felt no pity, but seeing her friend... no, her close classmate genuinely distressed over this, a barely perceptible tenderness still flickered in her cold red eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, Fujiwara-san," Kaguya Shinomiya reached out and gently patted Fujiwara Chika's back, comforting her in a calm but cold voice, "It's okay not to force yourself to smile at times like this."

"Kaguya-san..." Fujiwara Chika's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost burst into tears again.

She sniffed hard, rested her head on Kaguya's shoulder, like a little animal seeking shelter.

"I just... I just feel like it's all unreal. Everything was fine a moment ago, and then not long after..."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death—the impermanence of life." Kaguya Shinomiya calmly stated the facts, her gaze passing over Chika Fujiwara's head to the people in the banquet hall, clinking glasses and chatting merrily. "All we can do is accept it."

Yes, I accept it.

Humanity's blood-soaked but futile resistance is met with the ravages of monsters.

Accept the light from the heavens, vanquish the monsters, banish the darkness, and let the dawn blanket the world.

Kaguya Shinomiya had never acknowledged the existence of God, no matter how absurd the world seemed.

But now... she'll say it.

From the moment the light descended, the period of emptiness in this world lacking God had already passed.

She, Kaguya Shinomiya, can only accept that there is one being standing at the top of the sky!

That is-

"Ah, speaking of which, things seem to be quite peaceful lately, so I told my parents I'd like to stay at Kaguya-san's house for a few days. Is that alright, Kaguya-san?"

"...What if I refuse you?"

Fujiwara Chika's tone was firm.

“I would burst into tears right here.”

"Hey......"

Kaguya Shinomiya closed her eyes as if resigned, and sighed heavily.

I hope this child won't run into Li Jun... Just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy.

..................

Hahaha, hee hee hee hee hee!

It's four o'clock again! Four o'clock!

Oops! Why do I feel a slight discomfort in my stomach?

Is my gastroenteritis about to flare up again?!

Do not! ! !

The God of War never admits defeat!

(Setting out the bowls!)

Main text: Chapter 146 The Alien Empera Strikes; Earth Is Overwhelmed, Mount Fuji Is About to Collapse!

Since Li Qingyang left, the Land of Light has enjoyed a long and precious period of peace.

The stars continued to move along their predetermined orbits, and the guards of the Land of Light patrolled the Milky Way; everything seemed orderly and efficient.

The crisis seems to be a thing of the past, sealed away in the archives of history, and the universe appears to have entered a peaceful period of slumber...

In the deepest part of the Dark Starfield, all is silent.

There is no light, no sound, and not even the concept of the passage of time.

A massive fireball, about fifty meters in diameter, hovers here. It burns, yet it emits no heat or light. Instead, it devours everything around it like a black hole. This is the spaceship of the Alien Empera—Dark Terror.

The fireball's flames were pitch black, and each leap sent ripples of deathly silence through the surrounding void.

In this eternal silence, the space ahead suddenly began to distort like the surface of water to which a stone has been thrown.

An invisible aura of darkness began to stir, as if stirred by some unknown force, becoming viscous and violent, as if something was about to burst forth from the sky.

The next moment, space was silently torn open, and an irregular polyhedral crystal the size of a fist slowly floated out.

Inside, it seemed as if a miniature galaxy was sealed, with countless stardust flowing slowly within, emitting a faint light that intertwined with dark blue and dark purple. Around it, even smaller clusters of energy crystals constantly changed their geometric shapes, guarding this core.

The mysterious crystal paused for a moment in the dark void, as if trying to find its way.

Immediately, it transformed into a streak of light and shot straight toward the burning dark fireball, its speed so great that it left a fleeting trail of light in the void.

Almost at the same moment, within the Dark Terror, in the center of that vast and boundless subspace, a towering black figure seated on a throne slowly opened its eyes.

next moment.

An indescribable sense of terrifying darkness and oppression erupted from him instantly, sweeping across the entire subspace like a tangible wave. The pure, all-encompassing malice even caused the incredibly solid space itself to tremble violently, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Interestingly, for countless millennia, nothing has dared to so brazenly intrude into my domain.

The Dark Emperor's gaze pierced through the endless darkness, locking onto the uninvited guest.

With a flash of light, the fist-sized crystal appeared before the throne, hovering slowly, its surface radiating strange fluctuations that spread out in circles of invisible ripples.

Alien Empera lowered his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the tiny being floating in front of him.

Small, as insignificant as a speck of dust.

But at the same time, it felt as if there was an infinitely large entity within it.

interesting......

"State your name, and what are you?"

The voice, devoid of any emotion, seemed to be the very question posed by this dark universe itself, each syllable carrying absolute majesty and a sense of oppression.

His response was not in words, but in light and shadow.

In an instant, the space in front of it unfolded like a scroll, and a clear image appeared.

The figure in the picture is one that the Alien Empera is very familiar with—Father of Ultra.

An Ultraman, radiating an unprecedented holy golden light, is shaking hands with Father of Ultra.

Golden light flowed, and the old wound left by the Alien Empera, which witnessed the earth-shattering battle 30,000 years ago, was completely healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, beneath the healed wound, the dark energy that had lingered for tens of thousands of years was completely purified without leaving even a trace of darkness.

Kane...