“DIE WITH ME, GU CHANGSHENG!! IF I CAN’T RULE THIS UNIVERSE, NOBODY GETS A HAPPY ENDING!!”
Across the golden clouds of Floor Nine, the Chief Author of Fate—shrunken, ink-stained, and missing the top three inches of his crown-hat. Charged straight at Gu Changsheng like a cornered gambler who had lost his last copper coin!
With both blistered hands gripping the fossilized void-bone shaft of the five-thousand-foot [Rank 10 Peak Brush of Cosmic Deletion], the Chief Author burned the final twenty percent of his ten-billion-year Origin Script Core. This turned the entire brush into a jagged, screaming spear of concentrated Retroactive White-Out Fluid aimed directly at Gu Changsheng’s heart!
“Even at Rank 10, if this Deletion Brush pierces your dantian core, your new Living Hearth-Universe will be painted over. Next, it can merge with the outer cosmos!!” the Chief Author howled, his bloodshot eyes wide with suicidal spite. “SWALLOW MY TEN BILLION YEARS OF ERASURE FLUID!!”
Behind Gu Changsheng, Empress Luo Qingxue and the five Early Rank 10 children didn’t even flinch—because fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun was still happily munching on her second wedge of crispy scallion pancake. Fifteen-year-old Gu Nian was already pulling out a handkerchief to wipe a speck of sesame oil off his sister’s chin.
