Chapter 741: The False King's Demise! Ren Ascends to Group Leader!
Ren wouldn't mistake his own laws. The resonating hum within his soul was unmistakable.
Infinity was his power. It was an endless, boundless concept that he had nurtured and evolved.
The "Fate" mentioned by the Doomsday Game could not belong to him. They were fundamentally different frequencies on the cosmic scale.
But.
The Doomsday Game then revealed something that shocked Ren to his core.
[The Doomsday Chat Group, a product condensed from the Law of Fate, it... is with you.]
"???"
Ren's pupils contracted sharply. The relaxed demeanor he usually wore vanished instantly.
It actually knew about the Doomsday Chat Group?
Why? How?
In his eyes, this blue cube was only something of a similar magnitude to himself—a peer in the grand scheme of the multiverse. Yet, it had discovered the Chat Group that even the terrifying Devouring King hadn't pinpointed directly during their encounter.
Ren's mind raced, connecting the dots at lightning speed.
Now that he thought about it, this guy was suspicious. Not only did it know about the Fate King—a prime candidate for the Lord of Myriad Worlds title—but it also actively tried to establish a connection with the Chat Group.
It has a problem!
Or rather, it is definitely not simple. It's not just a system; it's a predator.
[No need to deny it, I can feel it. The resonance is undeniable because... we are one.]
One?
The Doomsday Game quickly answered Ren's confusion before he could even voice it.
The massive blue cube, suspended in the void, began to rotate. The intricate glyphs on its surface glowed with a blinding azure light.
From the center of the cube, a humanoid figure coalesced. It had no face, no distinct features, just a silhouette formed of pure, condensed destiny.
It landed in front of him, floating just inches above the invisible floor of the dimension.
[I am formed from the dead body of the Fate King. I am the will belonging to the Fate King.]
"..."
Its statement once again exceeded Ren's expectations.
Dead body? Will?
Ren narrowed his eyes, his analytical mind dissecting the claim. He didn't panic. He didn't attack. He analyzed calmly.
"The body of fate, the will of fate... so what do you want to do with all this power? If you are truly the King, why play these games?"
[...]
The faceless figure seemed to be gazing at Ren, though it had no eyes. The pressure it emitted increased, trying to force submission.
[Fate will eventually return!]
[The Fate King will eventually return to his throne!]
[At that time, you—who hold a fragment of his law—will become an existence ruling endless worlds under the throne of the Fate King! You will become his right hand, the controller of the laws of the Myriad Worlds!]
"..."
Silence stretched for a moment. The void seemed to hold its breath.
Then.
"Pfft!"
Ren couldn't help but burst out laughing. It wasn't a nervous laugh. It was genuine, amused laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
His laughter echoed through the dimension, shaking the blue light around them.
Why couldn't he hold back? Because it was ridiculous.
"What you said sounds very good," Ren said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Very tempting. Very attractive to a lesser being. Ruling worlds? Controlling laws? It's a classic villain pitch."
Ren's lips curled into a strange, mocking smile as he looked at the faceless figure. He took a step forward, his own aura flaring up to meet the blue pressure.
"But there are so many loopholes in your words. It's like a script written by an amateur."
Ren raised a finger.
"First, do you think the body of a strong person like the Fate King—an entity capable of challenging for the title of Lord of Myriad Worlds—would be a weakling like you?"
"Weakling?" The figure seemed to vibrate with indignation.
"Yes. Weak," Ren confirmed mercilessly. "Do you think I haven't seen the true candidates for the Lord of Myriad Worlds? I've personally witnessed the majesty of the Devouring King. I've felt the terrifying presence of the Time Calamity King."
Ren's voice dropped an octave, turning cold and sharp as a blade.
"Compared to them, you are... hollow. You lack the weight of true authority."
"Of course, what made me discover your biggest problem was the meaning you conveyed."
Ren's gaze gradually turned ice-cold.
"Aren't you just trying to get the Chat Group and the Law of Fate back from me? All this talk of 'serving under the throne' is just a pretext to disarm me."
"You promise to give me the power of the laws, to make me a ruler. But why didn't you realize one fundamental truth?"
Ren spread his arms. The space behind him cracked, revealing an abyss of infinite darkness.
"I myself... am the law!"
[!!!]
The blue figure flickered wildly. It sensed the danger too late.
In an instant, Ren's appearance changed.
He was no longer just a human. He was a concept given form.
A book without origin, without bounds, manifested behind him. It grew endlessly, its pages flipping with the force of hurricanes.
Its name — Infinity.
Ren's cold gaze fixed on the blue cube, locking it in place.
"Heh, you want the law? Then I'll give it to you. But not fate."
Ren reached out with one hand.
"I give you... Infinity."
He made a grasping motion.
In the void, the laws of infinity constructed a massive, spectral hand. It was larger than galaxies, capable of grasping the multiverse itself. It closed around the blue cube with crushing force.
[Stop it!!!]
The blue figure screamed—a sound of tearing metal and shattered glass. It dissipated instantly, unable to maintain its form under the pressure.
And the blue cube rotated rapidly, spinning like a dying star. It tried to break through Ren's blockade, to tear a hole in space and escape to another timeline.
But... this thing was much weaker than he imagined.
Ren controlled it with almost no effort. The Infinite Hand tightened, freezing the cube in place.
"Why is your power of this magnitude so weak?"
Ren looked at the struggling cube in his spectral hand strangely. It felt... diluted. Incomplete.
[...]
It was silent, refusing to answer.
"Never mind if you don't say anything. I'll just look myself. Dissection is more reliable than confession."
Whoosh!
Infinite roots—black, jagged, and pulsating with hunger—erupted from the void in all directions. They pierced into the blue cube mercilessly, like needles into flesh.
Crack! Sizzle!
Feeling its power being rapidly extracted, the entity within panicked.
"No! Stop! You cannot do this!"
"I can become the Fate King! I was destined for it! I can give you everything! Money! Power! Women! Universes!"
However, Ren was unmoved. His expression was bored.
He just calmly said, "Why should I settle for being a servant? Why can't I become the Infinite King myself? Or rather... the Lord of Myriad Worlds."
"!!!"
The entity froze.
"This... impossible! You are just a human!"
"Whether it's possible or not is not for you to decide. It's for me to take."
Ren sneered.
Suddenly, as the data flooded his mind, he raised an eyebrow.
"Hoh. So your identity is just this? No wonder you're so weak. You're a fake."
By extracting its power and memories, Ren indeed saw its true identity.
One thing it said was correct.
This blue demon cube was indeed the biological remains of the Fate King.
However, it was not a complete body. It wasn't the corpse.
It was merely a small part—a severed finger, a drop of blood, a fragment of bone—of the Fate King's body.
But the "Doomsday Game" entity speaking to him was not the will of the Fate King.
It was just a new, parasitic consciousness that accidentally arose in this body fragment due to external factors in the void over eons. A scavenger living in a dead god's shell.
Precisely because of this, it could not fully control the power of this body. It was like a child trying to pilot a starship.
It saw the memories of the Fate King through the body. It saw the glory, the power.
Thus, the delusional idea of becoming the Fate King itself arose. It believed its own lie.
Although it could not control this power directly, it slowly designed a fixed program—a system—that could indirectly utilize this power through infiltration and rules.
That was the origin of the Doomsday Game.
Floating in the void, drifting like space debris.
It wanted to find the Law of Fate that had been separated by the real Fate King before his death. It needed the other half to become whole.
Relying on a special resonance, a sensor built into the corpse.
It found it.
That was Ren. Or rather, the Chat Group bound to Ren.
Originally, it intended to play the long game. To act as a system, issue quests, and gradually plan to reclaim the Law of Fate from its unsuspecting host.
But it never expected Ren's growth rate to be unbelievably fast. He went from a pawn to a player in the blink of an eye.
So, it evolved into the current situation of being devoured instead. The hunter became the prey.
"Tsk."
Ren couldn't help but sigh, shaking his head.
"If I hadn't received the gift from the Devouring King, perhaps I would be the one being absorbed right now. Fate is truly ironic."
It was precisely because of that promise and gift from the Devouring King—the power to consume and adapt—that he improved so rapidly.
He would not forget this promise.
"Damn it!"
"It was clearly... just a little bit short! I was so close!"
The voice of the Doomsday Game's will was already gritting its teeth, sounding like grinding gears.
The opportunity to become the Fate King was right before its eyes. It had found the Law. But now it had completely missed it.
The Doomsday Game's program was torn apart by Ren's Infinity. It became more erratic, more programmatic.
"Since I can't get it... neither can you!!!"
Ren narrowed his eyes.
He felt the power within the cube expanding violently. The blue light turned blinding white. It was attempting self-destruction. A conceptual collapse designed to drag everything within range into oblivion.
Even Ren dared not be overconfident about the impact of this "0.7-level" object's self-destruction. A fragment of a King was still dangerous.
Just as he was about to retract the Infinite Tree's roots and retreat to a safe distance.
The Doomsday Chat Group changed.
[Ding! The Doomsday Chat Group will be completely bound to its master from today onwards! Master: Ren!]
[Ding! Chat Group Administrator Ren's position has been changed to Doomsday Chat Group Leader!]
[Ding! Detected the remnant body of the Fate King, new function 'Fate Collection' activated!]
[Ding! The 'Fate Collection' function can be used for the current situation to suppress the instability. Group Leader Ren, do you choose to activate it?]
"Oh?"
This sudden change surprised Ren.
All of a sudden, the final shackle broke. He became the true leader of the previously non-existent Chat Group structure. He wasn't just an admin anymore; he was the owner.
However, there was no time to celebrate. The cube was reaching critical mass.
Since the Chat Group said a new function could be used to solve this.
Ren didn't hesitate. He reached out his hand towards the exploding star of fate.
"Activate."
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