Chapter 740: The Source of the Doomsday Game, the Seventh Candidate, Fate King!
[Warning! Warning! Warning!]
[Doomsday Game irrelevant personnel detected! Violation of Rule 404!]
[Expel! Expel! Expel!!!]
The mechanical voice of the System didn't just echo in their ears; it vibrated through the very fabric of the dimension. The void around them turned a violent shade of crimson, pulsating like an infected wound.
"Hmm?!"
Shiroyasha, the White Night King who usually held absolute confidence in her power, sensed something was wrong.
A powerful repulsive force, invisible but heavy as a collapsing star, slammed into her from all directions. It wasn't an attack; it was a rejection by the world itself. It was trying to push her out of the Doomsday Game, to forcibly eject her back to her original coordinate in Hakoniwa.
"This power!"
Shiroyasha's expression was solemn. Her golden eyes narrowed as she flared her solar aura to resist, but the force simply bypassed her defenses.
"It ignores spiritual status? It ignores divinity?"
This was a force she could not resist; it was compulsory, written into the base code of this reality.
Just as she thought she was about to be kicked out—her form beginning to blur and pixelate like a bad signal—a warm hand rested on her shoulder.
Hum.
A ripple of silver energy spread from that touch.
Ren-kun's hand was steady. The moment he made contact, the laws of the Doomsday Game shattered. The powerful repulsive force vanished in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.
The red warning lights died down, returning the void to its quiet darkness.
"Tsk tsk, so eager to drive people away. Is this how you treat guests?"
Ren-kun shook his head, looking up at the empty void with a mocking smile.
"Before, you always pulled me in, kidnapping me from my peaceful life to play your survival games. Now I'm here voluntarily, and you won't let me play? You're even trying to drive my friends away?"
He patted Shiroyasha's shoulder reassuringly before removing his hand.
"Doomsday Game, you're not being fair. You're acting like a tsundere."
"Ren-kun, can the Doomsday Game communicate? Is it alive?"
Marin Kitagawa, standing nearby in her cosplay armor, couldn't help but become curious. She looked around nervously, her hand gripping the hilt of her prop sword (which was now a real magic sword).
They had never talked to the Doomsday Game before. To them, it had always been a cold, unfeeling mechanism that dispensed quests and rewards.
Ren-kun shrugged, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Maybe, maybe not. It depends on what it chooses. It has a consciousness, however primitive."
[...]
The void remained silent for a long moment, as if processing the override of its command.
Then, a new notification chime rang out, clearer and more submissive than before.
[Ding! Alarm lifted. Administrator authority recognized.]
[Granting intruder player status!]
[New player joined the game. Doomsday Game continues!]
Hearing this prompt, Ren-kun grinned. The corners of his mouth lifted in a predator's smile.
"Looks like you can communicate after all. You know who holds the leash."
"However, I'm not planning to play house with you anymore. I'm bored of the puzzles."
He waved his hand, bringing up the game interface. He glanced at the final game requirements that hovered in the air.
[Final Mission: Assimilate all universes in the sector. Control the Endless Universe to achieve dominance.]
"Assimilate all universes? Control the Endless Universe?"
Ren-kun scoffed, a sound of pure disdain.
"You call this endless? You only have 1,000 universes piled up here in this sector, and you dare call it endless? That's barely a cluster."
He stepped forward, leaving the group of girls behind him. He raised his right hand, fingers spread wide.
"I don't have time to conquer them one by one. Let's speed this up."
He lightly clenched his right hand.
"Void!"
CRACK.
The sound was not auditory; it was the sound of physics screaming.
The space and time of the void stagnated for an instant. The stars in the distance stopped twinkling. The flow of entropy froze.
The girls—Yukino, Marin, Shiroyasha—didn't know exactly what happened. They only felt a sudden, terrifying shift in gravity, as if the entire universe had tilted on its axis.
They watched in awe as the distant lights representing the 999 other universes in the game began to swirl.
They collapsed.
Galaxies folded into stars. Stars folded into atoms. Atoms folded into information.
In a split second, the vastness of the Doomsday Game's map was compressed.
A deep, flowing sphere, no larger than a marble, appeared in Ren-kun's hand. It swirled with colors that the human eye couldn't perceive—the compressed essence of nearly a thousand realities.
Shiroyasha blinked, her fan falling from her hand.
"A collection of 999 universes' worth of mass... compressed into a singularity?"
She couldn't help but look at Ren-kun in surprise, her throat dry. "When did you make your move? I didn't even sense the mana buildup!"
"Isn't something this trivial something that can be done with just a thought?"
Ren-kun was unfazed. He didn't even break a sweat.
Instead, he tossed the almost massless small ball up and caught it, playing with the lives of trillions like it was a toy.
He looked at the void and said coldly: "I've completed the game requirements now, haven't I? I control all the universes. They are literally in the palm of my hand."
"Come on, let me see how you'll make me the master of the Endless Universe. Don't disappoint me."
[...]
The System seemed stunned by the brute force solution.
[Ding! Player Ren-kun has completed the game mission. Condition: Absolute Dominance achieved.]
[Reward ceremony initiated!]
Whoosh!
A massive void vortex appeared before everyone, spinning with a gentle blue light. It led to a place deeper than the game itself.
"Is it here? The core?"
Ren-kun turned around. He looked at Yukino, Marin, Shiroyasha, and the others.
"I'll send you back first. The rest of this... is private business."
"Ren, will this be dangerous?"
Yukino stepped forward, her eyes filled with worry. "You're going alone?"
All the girls looked worried. Even though they knew he was invincible, the unknown was always frightening.
"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, I'll be back for dinner."
Ren-kun smiled, a genuine, warm smile to comfort them.
"Shiroyasha, you go back too. Take care of them. This thing tells me it only wants me to enter alone. It's shy."
It wasn't a prompt from the Doomsday Game.
Instead, his intuition—honed by his Administrator privileges—told him the truth. He had truly established a connection and communicated with the Doomsday Game's main body. It was calling him.
Understanding the Doomsday Game's will that it didn't want anyone else to enter, Shiroyasha sighed.
She picked up her fan and fanned herself with a helpless expression.
"Fine, fine. You big hero. Since there's no other way, I'll go have a chat with Canaria about the new arrivals."
"That works too."
Ren-kun snapped his fingers.
Snap.
With a thought, a soft light enveloped the group. Ren-kun sent everyone out of the Doomsday Game and back into the safety of the villa in his main world.
The void was now empty, save for him and the vortex.
"Alright. The audience is gone."
Ren-kun's expression shifted back to indifference. He stepped into the void vortex before him.
"Now let me see your true face."
He walked through the tunnel of lights. Concepts of time and space blurred around him—past, present, future, up, down—all became meaningless.
He calmly watched the spatial changes, unmoved.
Until a blue light appeared before his eyes.
He stepped out into a space of absolute blackness.
In the center of this black void, a blue cube, perfectly geometric and pulsating with a soft rhythm, slowly rotated.
Ren-kun also appeared before this cube, floating in the nothingness.
"Hmm?"
The moment his eyes locked onto this cube.
BZZZT!
Ren-kun actually felt the Chat Group in his mind stir violently!
[Ding! Detecting a signal attempting to establish a connection with the Chat Group!]
[Ding! Detecting a signal attempting to establish a connection with the Chat Group!]
[Ding! Detecting a signal attempting to establish a connection with the Chat Group!]
...
The alarms were incessant. It wasn't a polite knock; it was a frantic pounding on the door.
He frowned, gazing at the cube.
A series of prompts from the Chat Group made Ren realize that this thing was not simple. It wasn't just a game server.
It could even connect to the Chat Group—a system that existed outside the multiverse.
Moreover, even with his eyes of truth, he couldn't see through its essence. It was like looking at a black box encrypted with a language that predated existence.
This was truly beyond his expectations.
The alarm rang many times in succession.
But the Chat Group did not respond. It blocked the connection requests, treating them as potential malware or unauthorized access.
Ren had a feeling that the Chat Group would only respond if he responded first. If he granted permission.
But he didn't do that. He didn't trust this thing yet.
"Stop trying. You're annoying me."
Ren's voice was cold, cutting through the silence.
"If you continue, I'll treat you as an enemy and dismantle you piece by piece."
Shwing.
Infinite laws converged into a long, translucent blade in his hand. It hummed with the power to sever causality.
It pointed directly at the blue cube.
He shouted, "Stop playing tricks and get out! Show yourself!"
[...]
The prompts slowly stopped. The frantic buzzing in his head ceased.
The blue cube seemed to have given up on the connection, realizing its attempts were futile against the Administrator.
Flash.
A blinding light erupted from the cube.
Particles of blue data coalesced. A faceless, bodiless, genderless humanoid outline constructed from pure blue energy formed in front of the cube. It hovered there, looking like a ghost in the machine.
[Respected player, you are the final victor of the Doomsday Game.]
The gender-neutral, mechanical voice was identical to the voice of the Doomsday Game's prompts, but now it carried a hint of... reverence? Or perhaps resignation.
This blue cube was the source. This entity was the Game Master.
"Oh? You finally showed up."
Ren lowered his blade slightly but didn't dismiss it.
"So, the victor's reward, the power to control the endless universe... can you truly bestow it? Or is this another scam?"
Ren really wanted to see what this guy was up to.
[...]
The blue, intangible arms stretched out, encompassing the void.
[The reward is real. But before that, you should understand the legacy you are inheriting.]
[You must know what… the Fate King is!]
The surrounding environment changed instantly.
The black void vanished, replaced by a vivid, sensory projection. Ren was no longer standing in the dark; he was floating in the river of time.
Ren seemed to witness the incredibly long life of a living being. A biography played out in seconds.
Initially, it was a tiny spirit—a wisp of consciousness born in a primordial forest on a forgotten planet. It struggled, it survived.
It grew. It devoured. It evolved.
It became the overlord of the forest. Then the King of the World.
Surpassing the constraints of flesh, it became the King of Spirits ruling a star. It broke through the void, shattering the atmosphere with a roar of triumph.
It roamed the sea of stars. It fought gods, demons, and cosmic horrors.
From transcending galaxies to controlling the structure of the universe, and finally, to shattering the entire universe to escape its boundaries.
Then, it ventured beyond the universe to begin new conquests in the multiverse.
It collected worlds like marbles. It wove destinies like a spider weaving a web.
Until it became the second most powerful existence among the Myriad Worlds… It was called the Fate King.
It was also one of the Candidates for the Lord of Myriad Worlds.
"Candidate?"
Ren was extremely surprised. His eyes widened slightly.
The Doomsday Game actually knew about the existence of the Lord of Myriad Worlds candidates.
And it was a so-called seventh candidate whom even the Devouring King (another candidate he knew of) didn't know about. This was hidden lore.
However, judging from the Doomsday Game's narration and the age of the projection...
This Fate King should have appeared much earlier than him. Eons ago.
[The Fate King... is dead.]
The Doomsday Game's phantom said something that made Ren even more puzzled. The projection turned gray and shattered into dust.
Such an existence at the pinnacle of the Myriad Worlds died? How? Who could kill a being that controlled fate?
As for how it died…
[The Fate King died within the laws at the source of the Myriad Worlds. He attempted to ascend and was erased.]
That's what the Doomsday Game said.
But the words stopped abruptly.
The humanoid outline suddenly extended a long, blue finger and pointed directly at Ren's chest.
[You... are similar.]
[You possess the laws of the fate of the Myriad Worlds.]
"???"
Ren was confused. He looked down at himself.
He possessed many things—strength, speed, mana, charm—but Fate? He usually broke fate, not controlled it.
He shook his head, a smirk returning to his face.
"Fate? You're mistaken, computer."
"I'm sorry, but what I possess isn't Fate."
He clenched his fist, and the void trembled.
"What I possess... is Infinity."
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