Chapter 67: Judgment of the False Architects
The spatial collapse of the Spatial Void Phase did not yield a normal transition pop. Instead, the chassis of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven violently tore through a dense, crystal-reinforced barrier of pure conceptual space. The friction was so intense that the dark alloy armor of the fortress screamed against the dimensional shear, throwing a brilliant, blinding sheet of white ozone across the primary viewports before the hull forcefully stabilized.
They had dropped directly inside The Grand Council Chambers of the True Creator Realm.
The architecture was dizzying—a colossal, multi-mile amphitheater made of pure, translucent gold marble floating within a void of swirling white nebulae. Suspended over the grand forum was an terrifying, world-ending armada of over ninety thousand ancient primordial battle-carriers, their massive white-gold prows lined with thousands of high-frequency disintegration cannons that hummed like a chorus of dying stars.
Seated upon an elevated crystalline dais at the apex of the chambers were the three Supreme Creator Judges (Level 68–70 Mythic Class). They were giant, twelve-foot entities constructed entirely of living, polished white marble and burning golden cosmic fire, their blank stone faces bleeding an intense, aristocratic coldness.
Min-jae stood at the absolute edge of the forward viewing deck, his hands casually stuffed inside the pocket segments of his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor. His expression remained entirely deadpan, his bottomless black eyes tracking the thousands of red targeting rays converging onto his dark chest plate.
"Mortal heretic," the central Supreme Judge spoke, his voice carrying the terrifying weight of absolute universal law, echoing straight through the bulkheads like deep, rhythmic thunder. "You have broken our outer containment rifts, murdered our planetary overseers, and illegally hoarded the core assets of our code. You think your tattered regression cheat can rewrite the foundational source code of the True Creator Realm?"
The three judges raised their golden hands in perfect unison, their eyes flaring with an unyielding, absolute malice.
"In this court, we do not fire artillery. We delete variables. All units, execute the Prime Reality-Erasure Script!"
The command triggered an immediate, suffocating wave of suspense. The ninety thousand primordial battle-carriers opened fire at the exact same millisecond, unleashing a multi-mile, blinding wall of white-gold conceptual erasure rays designed to forcefully rewrite Min-jae’s data pixels and dissolve his entire lineage back into raw system noise.
"Let me freeze their firing lines before the script compiles, Monarch!" Gu Bylai voiced fiercely, her long silk train sweeping the deck as she forcefully stepped directly in front of his left shoulder.
Her newly upgraded Sovereign Absolute-Zero Armor flared with an intense, diamond-like brilliance. She slammed her delicate hands forward, deploying her unsealed 35% capacity absolute frost field.
[Subordinate Armor Protocol Active: Gu Bylai Deploys ’Shattered Horizon Shell’!]
[Effect: A two-mile wave of zero-degree cosmic frost violently sweeps across the airspace. The forward disintegration cannons of the ninety thousand carriers are instantly frozen mid-charge, forcefully copying 50% of Min-jae’s active solar damage reflection parameters!]
The front-line battle-carriers violently groaned as thick, crystalline sheets of winter frost locked their weapon nodes mid-air, stalling their initial salvo. At the exact same microsecond, Liu Xiao stepped to his right flank, her long green and white silk dress billowing wildly as her exotic emerald eyes flashed with an intense, protective fury.
"You will not lay a single finger on my Monarch!" Liu Xiao roared, her low baritone exploding with a god-tier authority as she raised her jade-carved Yggdrasil World-Staff.
[Subordinate SSS-Rank Active Domain Activated: ’The World Tree’s Judgment Capital’!]
[Effect: A three-mile absolute field of living cosmic roots violently bursts from the spatial rifts. The ninety thousand primordial battle-carriers are forcefully rooted mid-air, their physical movement metrics locked to absolute 0, while their total elemental resistances and reality-shields are permanently dissolved to thin air!]
The giant white-gold ships let out a collective, metallic shriek as massive emerald-green roots tore straight through their hulls, pinning them inside the vacuum. Yoo Ji-a sprinted forward through the steam, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as her Divine Genesis Calamity Piercer spear erupted with a blinding wave of white-hot solar lightning, ruthlessly slicing through the front-line cruisers like common wood.
But the Supreme Creator Judges’ multi-layered reality-erasure script— bypassing all physical root constraints— slammed squarely into the center of Min-jae’s dark chest armor plate with absolute, reality-breaking force.
The moment the world-ending erasure script made direct contact, trying to wipe his database, his sub-divine passive, Vajra Retribution, fired off its calculations at supersonic velocity.
[Ding! Received 15,000,000 points of Mythic-Class Reality-Erasure and Conceptual Disintegration Damage from Creator Judges.]
[Sub-Divine Trait Active: ’Vajra Ward’ converts 15 Million Magic Damage into Physical Impact... Successful.]
[SSS-Rank Talent Active: ’The Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.b]
[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 37,500,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]
A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast erupted from Min-jae’s skin like an absolute, world-ending supernova, turning the entire translucent gold marble amphitheater into an instantaneous burning inferno of primordial fire. The 37.5 million points of True Damage traveled instantly in reverse along the ninety thousand trajectories, treating their white-gold hulls and mythic-tier level-based damage reduction metrics like thin air.
What followed was an absolute, instantaneous universal mass-suicide.
The ninety thousand primordial battle-carriers violently exploded outward from the inside out in a gruesome display of collapsing engines and fracturing metal plates. The three Supreme Creator Judges didn’t even have time to compile a defensive bypass code; the moment their erasure script touched his armor, the 37.5 million True Damage backlash forcefully vaporized their twelve-foot marble frames into ash.
Their golden eyes snapped wide in unadulterated, primal horror.
"Noooo..." the central Judge’s voice broke, a fractured, desperate gasp that echoed across the empty, burning void. "Noooo! How can the source code be overturned by a mortal heretic?! Noooooooo!"
With a final, earsplitting shriek of collapsing system data, their massive life bars hit absolute zero, turning them into a giant mountain of premium system gold and three pulsing, diamond-like True Creator Core Fragments right before Min-jae’s boots.
The entire highest council alliance of the True Creator Realm had been completely, molecularly erased from the multiverse ledger in less than three seconds without scratching a single fraction of his god-armor.
Voom!.
Han Chae-won ran out to the edge of the smoking viewing platform, her face flushed with an absolute, fanatical exhilaration as she raised her small hands toward the sky. "The highest treasury in the universe is officially ours, boss! Global Spatial Devour!"
A colossal, sweeping wave of purple spatial energy vacuumed up the millions of gold coins, ninety thousand shattered flagship cores, fifty high-tier mythic skill books, and the three creator cores straight into her infinite void inventory, leaving the entire atmosphere pristine and spotless.
[Ding! You have achieved a World-First Absolute Purge of the Grand Council Chambers! Gained 5,000,000 EXP!]
[Global Announcement Triggered: Player ’Min-jae’ has permanently dethroned the True Creator Council ! The Pathway to the Ultimate Primordial Source Realm is now fully unsealed!]
[You have leveled up! You are now Level 40!]
The vast gold marble theater fell into a dead, terrifying silence, the green starlight of Liu Xiao’s buff humming softly as it converted 20% of the reflected damage into absolute healing, fully locking the party’s vitality at maximum capacity.
Min-jae casually spun his space-cutting claymore onto his shoulder, his deadpan black eyes looking out over the empty, quiet cosmic sector. Behind his flank, his nine flawless queens lined up perfectly, their hearts completely locked to his presence with an ironclad, eternal love that had just rewritten the rules of the universe.
"The council has been officially retired," Min-jae murmured, his voice a low thunderclap that echoed through the empty silver rifts. He looked toward the newly unsealed cosmic maps flashing on Ye-rin’s command glass.
"Ye-rin, lock our transit coordinates straight onto the core of the Primordial Source Realm. The true architects of this system are awake now, and our vanguard line is ready to take the rest of their thrones."
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