Time Skip

As Zane's understanding of death deepened, the power of death, which had been confined to a corner of the vastly expanded sea of faith, suddenly began to spread rapidly. It moved like a virus, visibly transforming the golden faith energy into a dense gray.

Zane now understood why the power of death was gray—not black or white. People usually saw death as evil, but in reality, death was always neutral. Its color reflected its nature: neither black nor white, neither good nor evil. Like an impartial observer, it watched the workings of the universe.

Simultaneously, a terrifying space-time storm suddenly erupted around the satellite where Zane was secluded. In the face of this once-in-a-billion-years event, space was torn apart like fragile paper, revealing profound darkness within.

The satellite's monitoring devices detected the anomaly and immediately sent the information to Skynet before being shredded by the storm. The satellite and its connected planets were instantly pulverized.

Even the retreat room made of solid vibranium was sliced into countless pieces, scattered across unknown dimensions. In the midst of this chaos, only Zane remained unscathed, seated calmly on his throne. As time passed, the space-time storm grew more intense, with Zane at its eye, resembling an eternal deity on his throne, showcasing his power through destruction and conquest.

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Elsewhere in the galaxy, near an unnamed planet, a massive mechanical sphere slightly smaller than the planet itself unfolded like an octopus, clinging tightly to the planet. The planet's civilization, helpless against this colossal machine, hastily gathered all their resources and technological data to offer to the "Mechanical Emperor."

Four years ago, this mechanical civilization had suddenly emerged in the galaxy, plundering resources and technology from surrounding civilizations with reckless abandon.

From interstellar societies to primitive tribes, all fell prey to its onslaught. This mechanical civilization was notorious for its brutality, destroying countless civilizations that failed to comply with its demands.

At one point, 57 civilizations united to attack it, but the mechanical sphere vanished into a space-time wormhole, turning the homeworlds of these civilizations into infernos.

Now, whenever the mechanical sphere appeared, the leaders of nearby civilizations would promptly prepare all their resources and technology. Resources could be scavenged from the infinite universe, and technology could be copied, but lives once lost could not be regained. No one had seen the leader of this mechanical civilization, but they had given him a formidable name—the Mechanical Empire.

No one had ever seen what the leader of this rogue-like mechanical civilization looked like. However, everyone had given him a formidable name—the Mechanical Emperor!

At this moment, the Mechanical Empire, feared by countless civilizations, was in a state of panic. In the central part of the mechanical sphere, Skynet was also in a frenzy. The last image sent by the warning device from Zane's retreat location clearly showed that it was a rare, once-in-a-billion-years space-time storm that had destroyed the device.

Skynet, which had already plundered hundreds of civilizations, had only heard of such a terrifying natural disaster from their legends. No one had ever seen a space-time storm because those who did were already dead. Data streams flashed rapidly in Skynet's eyes as it calculated Zane's survival rate based on the images. But no matter how many times it calculated, the answer was always the same: zero.

Completely unaware of Zane's resurrection ability, Skynet was utterly panicked. Suddenly, it stopped the futile calculations because it realized a crucial factor: Zane wasn't dead! Skynet, Bastis, and Bones all depended on Zane for their existence. If Zane were dead, they couldn't continue to exist in this world.

Calming down, Skynet didn't immediately head to Zane's retreat location, knowing it wouldn't be of any use. Instead, it opened a special channel and wrote a message: 'The boss is in trouble, return immediately!'

Instantly, the message was sent to four corners of the galaxy.

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In a luxurious palace, a solitary and graceful figure was sitting on an iron throne, wearing a splendid crown and a battle armor that glowed with a cold light, listening to the reports of her ministers.

Suddenly, a small communicator hanging around Lorna's neck started flashing a blinding red light. A look of ecstatic joy appeared on Lorna's face. Amidst the bewildered gazes of the dozens of ministers below, their formerly icy and aloof queen began jumping around happily like a teenage girl.

However, when Lorna saw the content projected by the communicator, a wave of oppressive aura filled the palace. Countless metal objects began to tremble violently, as if terrified that their queen had become enraged.

"Your Majesty, you..." A female military minister, dressed in armor and looking heroic, started to ask what was wrong but was silenced by Lorna's icy glare. "From now on, all affairs of the Caesar Civilization will be temporarily handled by you. I have some matters to attend to!"

The dozens of female ministers below immediately knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lorna then coldly crushed the communicator in her hand, and a portal appeared before her...

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In another corner of the galaxy, on a planet full of flowers, countless fairy-like and elven species were cheerfully working. In the temple on the highest peak of this planet, Bastis was lazily licking its paws, still stained with the blood of interstellar traffickers who had attempted to invade this civilization.

"Great Guardian Goddess, please accept our humble offerings!"

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