"System Announcement: The Royal Guild of Server 375 has been completely annihilated by Player 『 Great Demon King Seraphine 』. This announcement is now public."
As this system message broadcasted across every server in Brilliant Games, the players of Server 375 erupted into a frenzy.
Every player who saw the announcement, regardless of their opinion on Seraphine, was in a state of absolute shock. A complex mix of emotions surged within them: awe, admiration, envy, terror, and pure disbelief.
Meanwhile, every other guild within Server 375 issued internal notices with roughly the same message:
"STRICT ORDER: All members of this guild are forbidden from provoking 『 Great Demon King Seraphine 』. Violators will be expelled and hunted down until they return to Level 0."
The other 998 servers, and even the general game forums where players from all servers gathered, were in total chaos. This influence even spilled over into the real worlds of the countless "Earths."
Meanwhile, standing on the surface of a frozen comet in the vast void, Seraphine received the belated system notification:
"DING! Congratulations, Player 『 Great Demon King Seraphine 』. You have completed the Guild War and annihilated the Royal Guild."
"DING! Congratulations, Player 『 Great Demon King Seraphine 』. You have received the Guild War rewards: 1,000 Free Attribute Points, 50 Skill Points, 1,000,000 Currency. Please check your inventory."
Seraphine spared the message a single glance before dismissing it. She noticed an "acquaintance" had arrived nearby.
...
In the area surrounding the Royal Guild's last planet, Pageo, everything within a hundred million kilometers was engulfed in a roaring sea of fire. The one thousand massive yellow dwarfs she had placed there, under the influence of gravity, had formed a "Clustered Star System" that could never naturally occur in the universe.
Typical clustered star systems usually only consist of two or three stars orbiting each other unstablely; five or six is considered a high number. But this system Seraphine had forged possessed one thousand.
Consequently, the resulting gravitational web was unimaginably complex.
However, the more complex a system, the more fragile it is. This massive, terrifying gravitational structure was in a constant state of collapse, restructuring, and collapsing again.
No one knew if these thousand suns would undergo an irreversible systemic collapse the next second, creating a gravitational chain reaction, a "New Year's celebration" of colliding stars.
They might dissolve in a world-ending, continuous Big Bang, becoming a vast, scorching nebula that would serve as the cradle for new stars billions of years in the future.
At that moment, tens of thousands of light-years away from the star cluster, a deep blue glow flashed on the surface of a frozen comet.
HUMMM
Within the clear blue light, a silhouette solidified from a phantom into reality.
This was Leng Kangan, resurrected through one of the rarest items in all of Brilliant Games, the Ankh of Reincarnation.
Once used, it guaranteed that a player would suffer no loss of experience, levels, or attribute points upon death. Furthermore, it would randomly teleport the player to a safe zone tens of thousands of light-years away from where they died, ensuring a successful escape.
Leng Kangan, who had stood at the peak of power in Server 375, had naturally collected quite a few of these priceless items.
At the time, Leng Kangan never imagined he would actually have to use such an item; he had viewed it merely as a prestigious collectible.
But as the saying goes, times change.
The shifts in the world rarely follow a person's will. This is the nature of impermanence, the malice of fate. Three days ago, Leng Kangan could never have envisioned himself in such a pathetic, wretched state.
Crushed by destiny, his posture was now hunched and his expression dazed. His eyes were filled with regret and confusion, and his armor was reduced to charred, tattered rags. The poised, elegant figure he once was was gone.
Staring blankly into the dark, vast void, Leng Kangan knew that tens of thousands of light-years away, the central base of the Royal Guild, inherited by the Leng family for over a millennium, had been burned to ash.
"DING!"
Suddenly, a system message automatically expanded in his vision:
"Attention: Because all guild-constructed bases of the Royal Guild have been destroyed, and the total member deaths within 120 hours of the Guild War reached 89% of the total membership, exceeding the 50% threshold, and because the Guild Leader, 『 Royal Cold Youth 』, died during the war, the Royal Guild has been officially designated by the system as completely annihilated. It cannot be rebuilt.
Finally, 『 Royal Cold Youth 』 will be permanently stripped of the eligibility and authority to establish a guild in 10 seconds."
"Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7..."
"Cannot, ever, establish a guild again?"
Leng Kangan froze, his face turning deathly pale and his body trembling.
This meant the Royal Guild, the pillar of the empire's thousand-year hegemony in Plangu, had been lost under his watch. Everyone in the empire would want to tear him apart!
And Brilliant Games could actually strip someone of their guild-creation rights? Why didn't he know this? Why hadn't anyone told him?
"This, how is this possible? It can't be! It can't be like this!"
Leng Kangan knelt on the frozen ground, helplessly reaching his hands toward the dark sky, his voice a trembling wail. "I beg you, System, please don't take away my authority. Not this, anything but this!"
"...3, 2, 1. Countdown finished. Guild-creation authority has been revoked."
He sat there, utterly dazed.
It was over. Everything was over.
Leng Kangan felt his soul plummeting into a bottomless abyss.
Despair, fear, hatred, confusion, regret, a chaotic surge of emotions nearly eroded his very soul.
Leng Kangan remained frozen, kneeling on the grey-white permafrost, his hands reaching forward, his eyes wide and vacant.
To Seraphine, he looked like a total idiot.
Coincidentally, Seraphine was right there. By some twist of fate, the Ankh of Reincarnation had teleported Leng Kangan to the exact same stretch of space. The distance between them was less than a hundred kilometers.
The moment Leng Kangan appeared, Seraphine spotted him.
STEP STEP STEP
Seraphine leisurely walked up to Leng Kangan.
"You?!" Leng Kangan gasped.
Seeing his panicked expression, as if he'd just seen a ghost, Seraphine couldn't help but laugh.
"You're that Cold Youth fellow, aren't you? I believe this is our first face-to-face meeting."
"You, you..."
Leng Kangan hissed, his teeth gritted in a mix of rage and terror. "What now? Are you here to gloat? Or to kill me again? Don't get cocky, Seraphine. At most, you can kill me until I'm forced offline and drop my level. What else can you possibly do to me?!"
"No, no, no," Seraphine chuckled, waving a finger dismissively.
"Even though we're separated by layers of space-time and your actual soul isn't inside Brilliant Games, if I truly wanted to annihilate you in the real world, both body and spirit, it would be incredibly simple. I have plenty of methods. But where's the fun in that? So, I want to play a little game with you."
A heavy sense of dread filled Leng Kangan's heart. He asked hoarsely, "What game? What are you planning?"
"The game is called Infinite Negation. If you possess enough true self-pride, you can break free. However, if your pride is merely a byproduct of your status and title, then you will wish you were dead."
Seraphine spoke with amusement. "Alright, two choices. Pick one: die right now, or take a gamble on the game?"
"I..."
Leng Kangan hesitated for a moment before snapping, "I choose the game!"
"Good."
CLAP CLAP
Seraphine clapped her hands. "Now, let the game begin."
HUMMM
In an instant, the permafrost and the dark sky vanished from Leng Kangan's vision.
He found himself in a dim, humid, and warm space. Here, he could faintly hear a steady thump-thump of a heartbeat and the low gurgle of organs shifting.
"Where, am I?"
As he struggled to understand, his perception, memory, and logic began to blur and regress rapidly.
"What's happening? I, what's going on?"
Leng Kangan could feel his memories fading away. His consciousness was plummeting into a void of primal ignorance.
"No, no, I, ugh, who am I? Wu, waaaa!"
Before he could react, his mind had regressed into that of a fetus. He was now a tiny embryo curled inside a human womb.
After a while, the once-unaware infant Leng Kangan was "born." In the "Real World" Seraphine had constructed for him, he began a new life.
But this life was nothing like the royal, aristocratic existence he had known before. This time, he would start as a commoner and undergo an ultimate journey where "other people are Hell."
This was a passive spiritual metamorphosis technique Seraphine had devised, a reverse-engineered approach inspired by witnessing the birth of the God of Hunger race.
The Earth refugees of the old era had experienced a violent spiritual evolution after countless years of observing the cosmos in lonely silence, unable to touch or intervene.
So, Seraphine wondered: if she placed Leng Kangan under the constant, malicious gaze of others, subjecting him to infinite negation, could she trigger a similar spiritual metamorphosis?
Seraphine was curious.
The method was straightforward in principle. First, the subject must be born into a "Real Illusion" with the genuine mind of an infant, to experience a completely new life.
The difference lies in this: throughout the subject's entire life, from childhood to adolescence, through adulthood, and into old age, every person they encounter will be under my silent control. Parents, relatives, teachers, classmates, friends, lovers, and strangers alike.
Regardless of who they are, once a relationship is established, whether intimate or casual, they will patiently, objectively, and calmly negate the subject. They will conduct a multi-dimensional, comprehensive negation of his very existence from their own perspectives, year after year.
First, they will negate his daily behaviors and habits.
They will judge him for always being messy with his work, for having mediocre grades, for always picking sour fruit, for leaving things in a shambles, for choosing expensive yet tasteless restaurants, or for always carrying a faint, unpleasant odor.
Next, they will negate his physical appearance, dissecting the flaws in his features.
Starting from his hairline down to his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, face shape, and skin tone, they will offer nitpicking yet "realistic" evaluations. They will reach a final conclusion: he is unattractive. They must constantly remind him of this, ensuring he truly believes he is an eyesore whom neither sex could ever appreciate.
Then, they will negate his family environment.
In reality, every family has its issues; perfect ones are rare. Thus, every minor problem in the subject's household will be framed as a devastating negative influence. Through persistent "advice," these issues will be magnified until they consume his body and soul.
Following this, they will negate his friends and his social abilities.
Using the voices of parents, teachers, kin, and even lovers, they will list every way his friends bring him no benefit, and how he provides nothing to them in return. They will offer logical arguments as to why he can never maintain a long-term friendship, citing the "defects" gifted to him by his toxic family environment.
All of this will be laid out before him with polite, gentle words, used to thoroughly negate his character.
Using the same method as before, they will explain the "unreasonable" components of his personality to reach an objective conclusion: He is a piece of trash that no one loves, a freak that no one accepts.
If the subject ever questions this, they must not get angry. Instead, they must respond with extreme gentleness, even pity, saying:
"I don't care what others think, but how could I ever hurt you? I'm doing this for your own good."
They must use the name of love to inflict the maximum possible damage.
Finally, they will orchestrate a massive confrontation, erupting with blood-tinted, dark emotions. Every previous negation will be hurled at the subject alongside vicious, shrieking insults. Once the subject completely breaks down, they will allow a period of calm, before once again establishing a "good" relationship with him, slowly regaining his trust.
Then, the cycle repeats, forming a loop of trauma.
Once this cycle has repeated ten, twenty, thirty, countless times, permeating his entire existence, the subject will inevitably fall into a pattern of self-negation, chronic suspicion, and crippling anxiety, subconsciously rejecting anything good that tries to reach him.
By that point, no amount of sincere praise or genuine care can warm him, because he has forgotten how to believe.
Thus, an imaginary enemy is successfully forged for the subject, and that enemy is himself.
He will begin a long, agonizing war of self-contradiction and self-loathing with no hope of reconciliation.
The day that war ends is the day the subject's consciousness and soul utterly collapse.
In this way, a single lifetime can break his soul once, delivering a powerful jolt to his root spirituality.
Furthermore, as each life ends and "reincarnation" begins, the subject must be forced to remember everything, delivering yet another crushing blow in that brief moment.
After experiencing countless hellish lives and spiritual shocks, there is a chance the subject's spirituality will undergo a massive evolution.
Seraphine dubbed this method of spiritual metamorphosis: "Re-Creation Through Love".
Its meaning: The most horrific wounds in this world are always inflicted under the banner of love.
One minute later.
Watching Leng Kangan's fading, illusory form, Seraphine shook her head in disappointment:
"Thirty full lifetimes experienced every second. After just one minute and eighteen hundred lives, your soul actually shattered from the torment. Sigh, what a total waste."
As she spoke, Leng Kangan vanished from the game, returning to the reality of Plangu in a brain-dead state.
"Well, what can I say? I'm just too merciful."
Using the path Leng Kangan took as he crossed layers of space-time to log back into reality, Seraphine leisurely "watched" as attendants wheeled him out of his hibernation pod. She smiled warmly:
"Leng Kangan, oh Leng Kangan. Be grateful for my grace. Under my 'Blessing,' even though you'll remain a permanent vegetable, unable to respond to the outside world, you'll never need food or water.
Though you will feel every ounce of pain from the outside, if your body or soul are ever destroyed, they will manifest anew from nothingness, regenerating your consciousness and mind instantly.
You will sink into an infinite loop of hellish lives forever, with no escape, until your spirituality grows strong enough, healthy enough, to be worthy of my harvest."
She watched calmly for a long time. She watched Leng Kangan on Plangu, lying dazed and motionless on the ground, allowing a group of old men to surround, beat, and spit on him. Seraphine smiled happily, then opened an Anywhere Portal and left the frozen comet.
...
THUD
THUD
THUD
Within the vast, dark void of the firmament, the incomparably gargantuan Seraphine (True Body), walked with leisure, like a primordial creator god.
With every stride she took through the surging universe, the surrounding space for hundreds of millions of light-years vibrated violently, triggering hundreds of layers of shimmering, roaring space-time tsunamis.
Despite this, though each of these tidal waves was powerful enough to scatter the Virgo Supercluster into tens of millions of broken ripples as they swept through the universe, they failed to tear apart a single galaxy.
This was because within the vast void surrounding Seraphine, above, below, and in every direction, not a single physical object existed.
Indeed.
Whether billions, tens of billions, or even quadrillions of light-years away from Seraphine, the dark space was suddenly, completely void of any galaxies or macro-matter whatsoever.
How could this be?
Simply because Seraphine was no longer within the Primordial-Reach.
Six hours ago, she had shifted her course, leaving the vast, enduring River of Primordial to stride toward the River of Floating Deities, a place dimly recorded within the historical vistas of the God of Hunger race.
In terms of geometry, the overall structure of the River of Primordial is a super-cosmic-scale tubular structure. It has a relatively sparse material density and an average diameter exceeding a hundred billion light-years, with a cross-section of irregular shape.
To describe it more vividly, from a more macro perspective, the Primordial-Reach looks like a cosmic trail of smoke, long, winding, and hazy, drifting within an even more desolate and unknown infinite firmament.
However, precisely because this giant cosmic structure, composed of trillions of galaxies, is so incredibly long, Seraphine had found no end to it. Even after walking and pausing for over half a day, covering a distance of roughly 58 trillion light-years, its terminus remained hidden.
In her boredom, a thought occurred to her:
'Why not go check out the other Gravitational Primeval Rivers?'
Guided by this whim, Seraphine turned without hesitation and walked straight toward the outer edge of the Primeval River.
If there is something to be done, do it immediately. No need for hesitation, no need for fear.
This had always been Seraphine's style.
With her movement speed of over a hundred million light-years per second, she crossed eighty billion light-years in just over ten minutes, reaching the void region between the Gravitational Primeval Rivers of this universe.
Much like the KBC Void, the material distribution and density within these empty zones between Primeval Rivers were incredibly thin. Forget shimmering galaxies or planets, there weren't even many atoms or molecules. It was a desolate, tasteless expanse.
The difference lay in the scale: the void between Gravitational Primeval Rivers was far, far larger than the voids within the River of Primordial itself.
It was so vast that Seraphine walked for over six hours, covering nearly 22 trillion light-years, without finding a single trace of the River of Floating Deities. She had no idea how much longer she'd have to walk to reach that alien reach.
And so...
"The universe is truly too big."
With that realization, Seraphine decisively abandoned her march. She turned back and headed toward the River of Primordial.
The journey through the inter-river space was empty; matter was so sparse that one wouldn't find a single hydrogen atom within a hundred million light-years. Continuing this way offered no joy. Better to head back quickly.
During the return journey, Seraphine never ceased her reading of the God of Hunger race's historical vistas.
In fact, she used those vistas as a foundation, combining the powers of the Eye of True Revelation, Chaos Calculation, and Transcendental Perception, using Cosmic Intellect as her platform, to deduce the history of the ancient Earth Civilization from almost nothing.
Why "almost nothing"?
Because the God of Hunger race's understanding of the ancient Earth humans' development was actually quite limited. Seraphine was essentially performing a feat equivalent to deducing the entire landscape of Earth from a single pebble.
Naturally, the resulting visions of the past weren't perfectly clear or complete. While they weren't entirely wrong, this version of the past within the upstream of the River of Time was certainly filled with blurs and gaps.
However, it was enough for Seraphine to grasp the general experiences of the ancient Holy Emperor and Earth's early humans.
In this reconstruction of the past, by the time the God of Hunger race truly noticed the rise of the ancient Earth Civilization, it was already too late.
From the perspective of the God of Hunger race, a mysterious Gluttony King level existence, capable of dimension manipulation, had suddenly appeared in a remote corner of the vast universe. This being had ruthlessly killed and dismantled Houiste, a patrolling member of their own race, leaving behind only a black hole body completely stripped of its Root Spirituality and whose event horizon information sea was shattered.
The God of Hunger race's first reaction was shock and caution. Shocked that another Gluttony King level being existed in the infinite universe; cautious about whether this entity would challenge their dominance.
Not only were the power levels strikingly similar, but this unknown individual had even copied the God of Hunger race's Holographic Domain, their method for manipulating the external universe. It was simply unthinkable, an absolute outrage.
That Gluttony King level existence was the ancient Holy Emperor, Augustus. He had become a pseudo-four-dimensional being.
Seraphine discovered that in the visions of the past, the Holy Emperor didn't use the Phantasm Field later adopted by the Houiste; he used the God of Hunger race's own Holographic Domain. No one knew how Augustus, a mere human, had obtained the Holographic Domain unique to black hole horizon based entities. Seraphine was curious, and the God of Hunger race had been even more so.
But when they assembled their armies to hunt him down, they found Augustus had already fled billions of light-years away, vanishing into an unknown corner of the cosmic fringe. With no other choice, the God of Hunger race had to let it go.
Tens of thousands of years passed in peace.
Then, several more God of Hunger members were suddenly ambushed and killed by Augustus, their bodies dismantled into lifeless black holes. When the God of Hunger race rushed to the scene in a rage, he had already vanished once more, billions of light-years away.
After this cycle repeated for hundreds of thousands of years, the naturally brutal and dominant God of Hunger race reached their limit. They launched a bloody Great Purge across the entire Primordial Primeval River.
If they couldn't find him, they would kill everything!
Under this belief, the God of Hunger race's Great Purge lasted for millions of years.
Countless billions of fledgling species, born through Ether catalysis, vanished entirely from the vast universe because of this purge.
Throughout this process, though the God of Hunger race never noticed, Seraphine, looking from the future, saw the subtle traces of those ancient Civilization Fugitives meddling behind the scenes.
She guessed that Augustus's ability to hide so well might be linked to these Fugitives.
After all, they were a group most adept at staying hidden, possessing stealth technology so advanced that the God of Hunger race couldn't find a single trace despite scouring the universe for billions of years.
Even the reason the ancient Earth Civilization had never appeared might be related to them.
In the visions of the past, it wasn't long before the ancient Holy Emperor descended once again.
Reappearing within the cosmos, he had suddenly surpassed the Gluttony King level, reaching a new domain.
He had become what the future would call a Top-tier Sage King.
Furthermore, Augustus now possessed a new strength, the pure Tachyon Interface Field, which, while similar to the Holographic Domain, far exceeded it in both power and scope.
"So that's how it is."
Seraphine, observing the past, realized, "The Holy Emperor dissected those God of Hunger members specifically to create a faster than light manipulation field unique to himself, however, how did he obtain the Holographic Domain in the first place? Could it really be due to his unparalleled talent?"
Trying to deduce the answer to this question from a vision already riddled with blurs and gaps was like a fairy tale.
Therefore, Seraphine could only attribute the reason Augustus possessed the Holographic Domain to him being a freakish genius.
Though, this made the God of Hunger race seem quite foolish.
In short, facing Augustus, who now stood at the Top-tier Sage King level, the God of Hunger race suffered a crushing defeat.
Even though over those hundreds of millions of years, their number of Gluttony Kings had surged from several hundred to tens of thousands.
But after a series of brutal, alternating wars that annihilated hundreds of millions of galaxies, the God of Hunger race, having lost one-tenth of their Gluttony Kings to the peerless might of the Holy Emperor Augustus, could only barely maintain a relative balance of power.
While not facing extinction, they were powerless to counterattack.
Simultaneously, Augustus, heavily exhausted from the continuous Great War, could not wipe out the tightly clustered God of Hunger race in one fell swoop.
Thus, the Primordial-Reach temporarily returned to silence.
Simultaneously, Augustus brought the ancient human civilization, which had been hidden in parts unknown, back into the cosmic arena, officially renaming them the Houiste Civilization.
This name served as a constant reminder: their origins were neither holy nor grand; they were merely the pathetic experimental subjects of the God of Hunger race.
It was only under the guidance of the Holy Emperor Augustus that humanity's tragic destiny changed, finally becoming something divine and legendary.
The God of Hunger race, having secretly gleaned this information, felt both humiliated and bewildered.
While they understood where that demon with the god-shattering combat power came from, they still couldn't fathom why that monster was so incredibly strong.
Even more baffling was why their creator, the Annihilation Traveler, witnessed their plight and yet refused to lift a finger to save them.
At that exact moment, the ancient Civilization Fugitives suddenly resurfaced. They appeared before the God of Hunger race in a display of sheer dominance, aggressively expanding their territorial maps.
Within their ranks, there actually existed dozens of Gluttony King level powerhouses who possessed the Holographic Domain.
Simultaneously, a vast number of their members had evolved into pseudo-four-dimensional lifeforms.
The God of Hunger race realized it instantly.
Figures. All of this was the handiwork of those surviving mongrels from the old civilization.
In a fit of rage, they initially planned to hunt down and exterminate these Fugitives.
However, with Augustus looming over them like a watchful predator, they could only swallow their pride and let it go.
During the long ages that followed, the three factions, the God of Hunger race, the ancient Civilization Fugitives, and the Houiste Civilization, split the River of Primordial between them.
Among them, the Fugitives, with their massive technological foundation, developed with the most explosive speed, followed by the Houiste Civilization.
As for the God of Hunger race, the former uncrowned kings of the Primordial-Reach...
Forget about development; they couldn't even maintain their basic territorial holdings.
For self-preservation, the God of Hunger race was forced into a mass migration, huddling in the resource-depleted corners and fringes of the Primordial-Reach.
Because the available information was so sparse, Seraphine was unable to clearly deduce the historical progression after that point.
She only knew that 100 million years later, the Fugitives vanished again. This time, they left no trace, as if they had finally and truly died out.
At the same time, the God of Hunger race tragically became the "livestock" of the Houiste, kept in nearly ten thousand "zoos" across the Primordial-Reach.
These captive demons regularly provided various "materials" and resources for the Houiste's countless experiments.
One of those God of Hunger "zoos" was located at the Great Attractor near the Laniakea Supercluster, the very same God of Hunger sanctuary governed by Gluttony King - Tu in the later eras.
As for why the God of Hunger race didn't resist?
Simple: during that era, the Houiste people had already evolved into what they were in the later eras. That is, a divine race where every member was a Sage and every member was pseudo-four-dimensional.
Furthermore, within the Houiste race, the number of Sage Kings far exceeded that of the God of Hunger race, and there were even a handful of Top-tier Sage Kings.
The primary reason for this racial landscape, the architect behind it all, was the Holy Emperor Augustus, the one who truly broke through the Top-tier Sage King realm and stepped into that higher evolutionary level: the [Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son].
"Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son..."
Seraphine's eyes sparkled as she witnessed this. "So the level after Sage King is actually the Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son."
If the three-dimensional universe is seen as the birth mother, then all things within it are her children. A Top-tier Sage King, standing at the end of the evolutionary path, is like a beloved, favored child.
The ability to exceed the speed of light at will, to annihilate tens of thousands of galaxies, to stand above infinite races... these abilities, which seem to stem from one's own hard-earned evolution, are in truth purely due to the nourishment of matter, energy, and information provided by the three-dimensional mother.
To surpass the Top-tier Sage King level, one must become a cold, ambitious, ungrateful son, one who truly defies the three-dimensional mother that conceived and raised them.
A young hawk must break free from its mother's love to soar. It must flap its fledgling wings with all its might, shedding blood, tearing flesh, and exposing bone before it can become a giant bird that flies freely, eventually spanning ninety thousand miles with a single beat of its wings.
Within this abstract metaphor, Seraphine "saw" the essential nature of a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son:
It is to take the form and spirit achieved as a Top-tier Sage King and undergo a mysterious, unknown, and agonizing journey, shedding all of one's three-dimensional structures and sublimating into a non-stable, four-dimensional mass-energy composite lifeform.
Indeed, a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son is essentially a four-dimensional lifeform that, because of [Torsion], is fundamentally incapable of existing stably under normal circumstances.
But somehow, that Holy Emperor pulled it off, becoming an existence that stood on par with the very foundation of the three-dimensional universe, the Four-Dimensional Hypersphere.
In other words, Augustus, with unimaginable talent, fully mastered the pseudo-four-dimensional path to become a true four-dimensional lifeform.
The subsequent visions showcased the sheer power of a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son.
First, in terms of destructive force, a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son was thousands of times stronger than a Top-tier Sage King, capable of annihilating over ten billion galaxies with a single strike.
Simultaneously, his pure-energy Tachyon Interface Field, infused with complex four-dimensional structures, covered a staggering diameter of several billion light-years.
Yet, this wasn't even the limit of a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son's combat power.
Over the long ages that followed, Holy Emperor Augustus pushed this level to true perfection.
A perfected level Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son, also known as a Perfected Ungrateful Son.
This realm was hundreds of times more powerful than a standard one, capable of erasing trillions or even tens of trillions of galaxies in a single blow.
The coverage of his pure-energy Tachyon Interface Field reached a diameter of hundreds of billions of light-years.
In the fleeting images of the past, there was a shocking scene where Holy Emperor Augustus cleared a void as massive as the observable universe, obliterating trillions of radiant galaxies in one go.
After that strike, even the endless River of Primordial was tragically severed, leaving a desolate, silent stretch over ninety billion light-years long.
In that region, not a single atom remained; everything had been annihilated into infinite light and heat by Augustus.
It's no wonder the ancient Civilization Fugitives disappeared. Given the Holy Emperor's personality, only agreements useful to him were valid; everything else was just noise.
It's no surprise, then, that the God of Hunger race became pathetic "livestock," treated like cattle by the Houiste, bullied and trampled upon without daring to resist.
Even after the Holy Emperor had remained hidden for millions of years, they only dared to cautiously poke their heads out to look around.
Truly... faced with a strike that could clear everything, macro and micro alike, within the observable universe, how could the God of Hunger race not be terrified?
Even if they possessed a hundred million Gluttony Kings, what would it matter against a Holy Emperor so absurdly strong?
No wonder these black hole horizon beings became so cowardly later on... they had been utterly broken by the Holy Emperor.
However, Seraphine discovered something deeper within these images:
"A non-stable... four-dimensional mass-energy composite lifeform."
She sat cross-legged in the infinite dark void, hesitating in silence. "This ancient Holy Emperor... did he completely remodel himself? Or rather, did he evolve into an entity composed of ultra-high-energy matter and high-density pure energy, one whose overall structure tended toward instability, yet maintained a relative balance between stability and instability at every moment as a four-dimensional lifeform?"
If that were the case, then this evolutionary level called the Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son was a realm bordering on self-destruction.
Stuck at this level, the Holy Emperor had to meticulously maintain the dynamic equilibrium of his own structure at every single moment.
One slight oversight, Seraphine guessed, and he would instantly self-detonate, creating a super-void over a hundred billion light-years in diameter.
HUMMM——
As Seraphine contemplated, the [Infinite Attributes] system suddenly activated once more.