“A FIVE-COPPER-COIN IRON KITCHEN SPATULA FROM A MORTAL BLACKSMITH SHOP?!”
Up behind the ten-thousand-foot Jade Writing Desk, the Chief Author of Fate let out a shriek of derisive, hysterical laughter. Meanwhile, he drove the five-thousand-foot [Rank 10 Peak Brush of Cosmic Deletion] straight down onto Gu Changsheng’s raised right hand!
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, GU CHANGSHENG?! THIS BRUSH ERASED A THOUSAND-MILE IMMORTAL JADE MOUNTAIN WITHOUT A SOUND! IT DELETES MATTER, LAWS, AND SOULS DIRECTLY FROM THE SOURCE CODE OF THE BOOK!
YOU THINK A PIECE OF MORTAL PIG-IRON CAN BLOCK RETROACTIVE WHITE-OUT?! BE ERASED TOGETHER WITH YOUR SPATULA!!”
CLANG—BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
At the exact center of Floor Nine, the five-thousand-foot gray bristles of the Brush of Cosmic Deletion—dripping with enough Nothingness White-Out Fluid to erase a thousand galaxies from history. Slammed squarely onto the four-inch-wide flat blade of Gu Changsheng’s [Frost-Pine Town Iron Wok Spatula]!
Across one million worlds, one quintillion watching citizens held their breath. Terrified that the humble iron spatula they had watched cook thousands of meals over the past eight years would dissolve into blank white paper on contact.
One millisecond passed.
