Hovering in high orbit above Central Imperial Star #1, Tragedy Clone Leader #501 and his one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sackcloth-robed brothers shivered in their boots. Meanwhile, they stared up at fifteen-year-old [Chaos Hearth-Guardian Sovereign] Gu Nian.
Even though their fifth-dimensional Tragedy Systems had already short-circuited from the aroma of Gu Changsheng’s rock-sugar braised meatballs. The 10,000 Parallel-Timeline Tragedy Screens spanning the skies of the Central 200 Galaxies were still hard-wired directly to the two thousand clones’ soul-cores!
“D-don’t shatter those ten thousand projection screens by brute force, Young Master Gu Nian!” Tragedy Clone Leader #501 called out in a trembling voice, pointing up at the flickering black-and-red screens across the constellations.
“When the King of Tragedy anchored those ten thousand screens across Sector 5 this morning, he booby-trapped the projection matrices with Fifth-Dimensional Mental-Trauma Shrapnel! If a Rank 9 Sovereign smashes the screens with sword-qi, the exploding screens will release a psychic shockwave of ten thousand nightmares that will give every mortal child below a permanent migraine!”
Down in the Central Imperial Square, Central Galaxy Governor Lin looked up anxiously at the ten thousand towering screens that were still replaying dark loops of rain, blood, and burning courtyards:
