BEEP-BEEP-BEEP—999,990,000,000,000!
Up atop the jagged obsidian towers of the [Trinity Tribunal of Fate (Central Abyssal Editorial Citadel)], the King of Tragedy, the King of Harem-Slavery. The King of Doom stared at the glowing golden counter above the 1,000-Galaxy Supercluster with their eyes bloodshot and their scalps tingling in mortal terror!
Across the one thousand galaxies below, 995 Trillion Citizens had already hung up their [Gu Family Warm Hearth Paper Lanterns]. Out along the outermost asteroid belts and deep-space highway stations of Galaxy #1000, the final Five Trillion Frontier Citizens, the 10,000 Pink-Aproned Reformed Clones. The Four Certified Bricklayer Script-Kings were striking their matches at the exact same moment!
“STOP THEM! LOCK THE TIMELINE RIGHT NOW!”
The King of Doom roared until blood sprayed from his throat, slamming both hands onto his linked Golden Script-Typewriter #7 alongside the King of Tragedy (Typewriter #5) and the King of Harem-Slavery (Typewriter #6)!
“If Gu Changsheng’s Protected Citizens counter reaches One Quadrillion (1,000,000,000,000,000) with a 99.9% Warmth Index, the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s mortal-universe resource cap will shatter forever. His System will unlock Infinite Causal Feedback!” the King of Doom shrieked, hammering his typewriter keys at a million strokes per second! “Cast the [Triple-Author Temporal Petrification Guillotine]—freeze space and time across the outermost asteroid belt half a second before their matches touch the lantern wicks!”
