DONG! DONG! DONG!
As the twelfth chime of the Gu Family Noon Lunchtime Bell rang out across Sector 5 (The Central 200 Galaxies), the sky above Central Imperial Star #1 split open with a deafening, world-ending shriek!
Out of the fifth-dimensional fissure tore the King of Tragedy’s ultimate narrative weapon: the colossal, pitch-black [Page-Three Executioner’s Blade]!
Forged from the compressed doom of ten thousand failed timelines. Meanwhile, gu Changsheng had been executed on the third page of the original script, the black guillotine-broadsword carried the crushing weight of a collapsing universe. Aimed not at fifteen-year-old Gu Nian’s neck, but squarely at the silver-gray [Galvanized Galactic Lunchbox] held in the boy’s hands!
“Cut that lunchbox in half!” the King of Tragedy screamed inside the Tear-Stained Spire, hammering his Golden Script-Typewriter with both fists. Meanwhile, his 2,000 Tragedy-System Clones poured every drop of their remaining Rank 9 Early cultivation into the falling black blade.
“The first four Script-Kings all lost the moment Gu Changsheng’s brats ate their noon lunches! As long as my [Page-Three Executioner’s Blade] destroys his lunchbox and spills his father’s food into the dirt, the tragedy of the third page will be re-enacted right in front of his eyes!”
