CRACK... CRACK... CRACK!!
Up on the summit of Floor Nine, beneath the crushing, suicidal weight of the Chief Author of Fate’s detonated Rank 10 Peak Script Core. Three glowing structural fractures spiderwebbed across the flat iron blade of Gu Changsheng’s [Frost-Pine Town Iron Wok Spatula]!
Gu Changsheng’s right knee sank an inch deeper into the shattered white paper-clouds. Sweat beaded on his weathered forehead. The veins on the back of his calloused right hand stood out like iron cables.
Meanwhile, he held the five-thousand-foot [Brush of Cosmic Deletion] three inches above his head, refusing to yield a single hair’s breadth of the space. Meanwhile, his wife and five children stood pressing their hands against his back!
“BREAK! BREAK INTO SCRAP IRON AND VANISH FROM PAGE THREE!!” the Chief Author howled from behind his Jade Writing Desk, his ink-woven body shriveling into a skeletal wraith. Meanwhile, he burned seventy percent, eighty percent, ninety percent of his ten-billion-year accumulated script authority to force the white-out bristles down!
“YOU ARE JUST ONE FATHER, GU CHANGSHENG! ONE FATHER CANNOT HOLD UP TEN BILLION YEARS OF COSMIC DESTINY!!”
That sight—broadcast live across the giant golden sky-screens floating above every continent, ocean, planet, and galaxy of the three thousand worlds—struck straight into the hearts of every living family in creation!
