Chapter 9: Imaginary Overlord! Holy See!

T World Community,

T01 District,

Taylor Star (Super Gigantic Planet),

In the past, Taylor Star outside would have an imitation shielding field, blocking a variety of "lively" warships, war machinery, mecha, and giant satellites, simulating that there was nothing there at all.

But today, the imitation shielding field still exists, but it seems to be stuck like a broken frame, occasionally distorting and exposing its true appearance to the inside of Taylor Star—

War machines the size of small planets are equipped with planet-destroying cannons.

Transcendent Tier mechas holding mechanical chopping ship-knives that can easily shatter microplanets stand in a row, presenting the most alert battle posture, facing Taylor Star outside alongside the planet-destroying cannons, as if facing a huge enemy, there is a creature that looks "tiny"...

A Sage?

This is a life form that looks utterly bizarre.

It has a tall and ferocious body, like a creature that crawled out of the abyss.

Its evil dragon head, flowing like lava, has nine long twisted horns and five spiked short horns tangled into a gray thorn crown, and its body is covered in a robe of flowing flames.

But its demeanor is as elegant as a sage who records epics from outside the river of time.

It is holding an indescribable ancient stone book that seems to record the fantasies of all lives.

It is as if the embodiment of all contradictions, making people unable to look directly, as if it is the only one in the world.

The contrast between flesh and blood life and war machinery should be weak and powerless.

But it was just this existence of a flesh and blood body that made countless mechanical arms capable of easily destroying a planet, not daring to act rashly.

"Heh."

"I came from afar, not willing to have a good talk, but also pointing a gun at me."

"Unfortunately, that just won't work with me at the age of eight."

The Imaginary Overlord smiles faintly, with her voice echoing and spreading inside the universe's void, reaching directly into the minds of all lives.

Oddly enough, the three sentences seem to be spoken by three different living beings.

The Imaginary Overlord gently strokes the ancient stony book and speaks again, her voice seemingly spread across time and space from ancient times,

"I say, everything I see turns into nothing."

"I say, those who harbor hostility will be lost here."

"I say, all heat and light will eventually be eliminated."

The next moment, the void of the universe becomes a scroll of painting in front of the Imaginary Overlord, and an invisible giant eraser begins to work.

Mechas, warships, and war fortresses are "erased" like undefeatable artworks...

At the same time, the surroundings of the painting scroll also began to wither and become gray, as if they were soaked with the breath of death.

But that's not what really matters.

The more terrifying scene is that the eternal and indestructible flames on the superfusion stars of Taylor Star System begin to decay, extinguishing, and the sphere begins to tremble, gradually heading towards the fate of disintegration.

And all this seems to be destined, filled with an irresistible will.

Just as Taylor Star begins to be drawn by the chaos of rules due to the collapse of the super fusion star, a phantom human figure appears in front of the Imaginary Overlord, slightly bowing,

"Greetings Your Highness, Taylor's Supreme Quantum Light apologizes for just now's rudeness."

"I suppose, now you are willing to talk."

The Imaginary Overlord smiles faintly, elegantly closing the Book of Fantasy, as if she was not the one who almost destroyed the foundation of other civilizations just now.

...

[Log]: Your Goblin Believers killed 13 Fierce Wind Monkeys!

[Log]: Faith Points +130!

[Log]: You've gained the drop effect - "Desire for Reproduction"!

[Log]: You've discovered the relic [The Tocile Pharmaceutical Workshop]!

[Log]: Consume faith points, temporarily give spirit to The Tocile Pharmaceutical Workshop, harvest legendary occupation, harvest transcendent potion formula!

[Log]: You grant the legendary occupation Seven Sins Alchemist to Goblin Chieftain Martin, your Goblin Tribe begins to gather materials, and the high-efficiency reproduction potion starts production!

[Log]: The Anchor of the Void you released found the target, want to take a sneak peek?

[Log]: Anomalies appeared in your tribe, please pay attention...

...

"Everything is coming together."

"Yes, the potion has begun to be made, so I can also start promoting it in the T Forum."

Logan is only a false deity, just a totem, and cannot do as much as a real deity.

After making arrangements for the Goblin Chieftain, he entered a brief dormant state to recover his energy.

When Logan woke up, it was already ten days later.

He looked with interest at the two prompts below the log,

"Anchor of the Void has found the target world?"

"An abnormality has appeared in the tribe?"

"The target world can be observed at any time, so let's check the abnormality first."

Having experienced hundreds of hyperdimensional simulations, Logan had encountered abnormalities only twice.

He still remembered the impact of those two abnormalities, as they directly changed the course of his hyperdimensional simulated world.

One was the sudden appearance of a virus, infecting three billion lower-class war breed werewolves on a planet within just three hours.

But the virus didn't kill them all; instead, it put the werewolves into a state of being neither dead nor alive, doubling their combat power, changing them from sexual reproduction to asexual reproduction, and reducing their need for external resources. This led to a rapid increase in their population, and that time he was able to use the lower-class war breed to defeat the low-level Monarch Dragon Race.

Another time, a spatial rift appeared on the planet, connecting his simulated world with another one. Their respective planets merged, and after a struggle, his followers conquered the others. He then devoured the will of the other planet, directly achieving the Giant Spirit Realm without going through the process of condensing a physical totem.

Of course, he was lucky.

In the real Hyperdimensional Game, there were numerous cases of Deity Players who encountered abnormalities and met their demise, along with the destruction of their worlds.

"I wonder where my strange luck comes from."

Logan cast his gaze to the edge of the Goblin Tribe, feeling an intuition,

"This abnormality should be favorable to me."

While keeping an eye on the abnormality, Logan logged onto the T Forum, preparing to promote his High-efficiency Reproduction Potion.

T Forum:

"What the heck is this native mechanical civilization? It's making me worried, and my original plans for gradual development are now disrupted."

"Exactly, the Federation hasn't even given us an explanation for this. Bureaucracy will ruin us!"

"Complaining won't help, better focus on how to develop quickly."

"Right, I didn't want to use any accelerating reproduction materials, but now I have to. Even if the quality of the offspring is lower, there's no other way."

"Haha, you talk as if you could use them at will. Is it possible that, in our current T World Community, those things are in high demand?"

"Yeah, I've been asking for it a few days ago, but still haven't received a response. I'm amazed since, in normal world communities, these are cheap goods. How come they're in such short supply here?"

"Don't worry, I've found a Demigod-level Alchemist. Within half a year, we should be able to develop reproduction potions using materials already existing in this world community."

"To the commenter above, a reminder: not only should the materials be local, but the potions also should not violate the rules of this world."

"Sigh, I envy those high-level believer species with their own Civilizational Treasure. They don't need external items like reproduction potions to speed up their reproduction."

"Civilizational Treasure, Civilization Heavy Weapons, Civilization Foundation… I don't ask for much, just give me a fragmented Civilizational Treasure, and I'll be satisfied!"

"Come on, I have a fragmented Civilizational Treasure, but it's a one-time-use item. My uncle got it from the Green Emperor World Community, and after using it, you will directly receive 100,000 offspring!"

"Is that thing in the T World community?"

"No."

"What are you saying then? I won't let you activate the Spatial Rift transfer. I'll pay for the material reconstruction, and you'll pay for the True Spirit transfer?"

"I won't pay."

"Blocked, thank you."

The people in the forum watched this exchange, feeling both amused and uncertain about the future.

Because the mechanical civilization that destroyed the Weston World might be on a mission to find players like themselves...

"Don't be disheartened, everyone. My great-great-great-niece is a lower-class mythical species, and I have insider news. The Federation has taken this matter seriously and has sent a Sanctuary-level Sovereign to deal with it personally. We'll hear good news very soon!"

"…."

Most people chose to ignore the news and continued discussing how to quickly develop their worlds.

Unexplored world communities are vast, and it's likely that they may never meet each other even in their entire lives, so there's no real competition between them.

Moreover, with the external pressure from the unfamiliar mechanical civilization, this might be the most harmonious discussion ever held in the T Forum.

Soon, Logan posted a screenshot of his High-efficiency Reproduction Potion's information and edited a message to send —

"High-efficiency Reproduction Potion's Detail (pretend there's an image)"

"One bottle of High-efficiency Reproduction Potion is enough for a Transcendent, ten Master-levels, a hundred elites, or a thousand soldiers."

"After use: the probability of One Shot Soul Entry increases by 30%, Desire for Reproduction increases by 70%, breeding time reduces by 100%, and offspring quality drops by a maximum of 20%!"

"Ten bottles of High-efficiency Reproduction Potion for one Faith Crystal, non-negotiable."

"— The Silent Practitioner of Two and a Half Years."

As soon as Logan's message came out, the T Forum went wild.

The heated discussion was expected, but the direction it took was slightly different from what he had anticipated…