The final judgment arrived not in the form of war, but as an icy, cosmic ultimatum.
As the successful model of the K-73 Star System began spreading to neighboring regions, the hidden Primordial Creditors—the other True Gods—finally lost their patience. They ceased their games within financial markets or celestial laws and activated the ultimate clause buried deep within the Genesis Contract: [Existence Liquidation].
Their will, absolute as zero kelvin, instantly silenced all clamor in the Celestial Court:
"According to Chapter Zero of the Contract, this universe's 'Return on Investment' has consistently fallen below the 'Rate of Entropic Expansion.' We deem this cosmic entity to have lost its existential value as an economic asset. Liquidation procedures are now initiated."
This was not a threat, but a declaration. The timelines of the entire universe began to tremble; the light of the stars dimmed, as if on the verge of being utterly erased, returning to the primordial "Absolute Nothingness."
I, the Supreme Deity, could feel the very foundations of existence crumbling. I created all this, yet I also personally signed this contract of servitude. Should I forcibly intervene now, the contract would self-destruct, accelerating the annihilation.
The only one who could answer this ultimatum was the one who had promised to turn the universe "from loss to profit."
My sister stood at the boundary between cosmos and void, facing those formless "Creditor Agents" that obeyed only cold, mathematical logic.
"Your calculations are not wrong," her voice was calm, yet piercingly clear in the absolute stillness, "if you only calculate what the universe possesses, we are indeed a negative asset."
She did not attempt to display divine power, nor did she argue. She simply opened her hands and began to give.
She transformed the complete journey of the K-73 Star System from death to rebirth into a stream of information—not the outcome, but the process of every life within it moving from despair to hope.
She juxtaposed the hatred lingering from wars with the "Covenant of Protection" she had forged from it.
She presented the courage, wisdom, and love bursting from the fleeting lives of mortals, the glory and tragedy left behind by countless civilizations in the long river of time, her brother's silent sacrifice, and Mo Heng's absolute rationality... All the "meaning" she had witnessed, guarded, and inspired was laid bare without reservation.
"You are appraising the price," her divine form began to glow with light converged from the radiance of innumerable civilizations, "while what I present to you is value."
"You seek to liquidate a 'debt-ridden universe'."
"And I invite you to invest in a 'future of limitless possibilities'."
The logical core of the Creditors began to overload. They could calculate the energy of a star, but not the weight of a child's dream; they could assess the faith output of a divine realm, but not the power contained within a single sacrifice.
What my sister did was not repayment.
She was using all the"meaning" that had already occurred and was yet to occur throughout the cosmos as collateral, issuing a new, limitless "Bond of Possibility".
The liquidation notice that had pronounced the universe's death sentence began to dissolve and reconstruct before the boundless light of "meaning." Finally, a全新的, unprecedented entry appeared on the universe's ultimate ledger:
[Intangible Assets: Potential for Meaning Creation - Valuation: ∞]
The debt was settled.
Not through payment,but through redefinition.
In the Hall of the Supreme Deity, I felt the contractual chains that had bound me for eons shatter. I was no longer the "Debtor"; I had finally become the true "Guardian" of this world.
I looked at my sister, around whom flowed the light of value acknowledged by all existence.
The Divine Oracle had reached its end.
And the era belonging to her was officially beginning,accompanied by the cheers of countless worlds.