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It's Lin Ye!
He was covered in blood, his combat suit tattered, his exposed skin scarred and riddled with deep, bone-revealing wounds, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind. Yet, his eyes burned with a flame more intense than the core of a star! His right hand gripped the fragment of creation tightly, which now emitted an unprecedented, almost violent light. The light was so intense that the flesh of his palm sizzled and began to melt, revealing the stark white bone beneath! In his melting palm, the fragment of creation resembled molten liquid light!
"No—!" Lin Ye's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a power that pierced the soul, overwhelming all the roars and cries of the battlefield. "You are not a tragedy! You are just a twisted wish that was ultimately abandoned by all hosts—including the creator!"
His words, like the sharpest dagger, pierced precisely at the core of Omega's existence!
With this roar, Lin Ye plunged his almost melted hand, which was tightly gripping the liquid Genesis Light, into Omega's enormous eye socket, which was composed of countless data streams and fragments of the host's consciousness!
"puff--!"
The liquid light of creation, like molten golden magma, was frantically poured into Omega's "visual center"!
"what--!!!"
This time, Omega emitted an unprecedented, piercing scream, a mixture of billions of sounds! It was no longer a cold, synthesized electronic voice, but a superposition, distortion, and amplification of countless sounds:
A young girl cried out in despair, "Sister... I calculated everything clearly... Why can't I save you... The system lied to me!" Her voice was filled with the heart-wrenching pain of being betrayed by the one she trusted most.
A middle-aged man sobbed with remorse: "Mom... I was wrong... I shouldn't have signed that contract... It was a scam... The price of immortality is losing you..." Endless regret almost tore his soul apart.
A familiar voice sent chills down Bulma's spine, filled with endless longing and pain: "Bulma... I'm sorry... I couldn't come back... to protect... Trunks..." It was the dying words of Lin Ye or Vegeta in a future timeline!
……
The most primal, painful, and resentful cries and accusations erupted from countless hosts at the last moment of their lives, when they realized they had been completely deceived and devoured by the system. Like a volcano suppressed for millions of years, it was forcibly ignited by the light of creation through Omega's "body"!
These sounds were no longer images, but mental shockwaves directly impacting the soul! The entire battlefield—from Vegeta, who was struggling to hold on, to Trunks of Time, whose aura was unstable after the fusion, and even Bulma operating the device in the distance—was struck by this tsunami-like mental anguish, causing splitting headaches and near-dissipation of consciousness. Omega's massive body trembled and convulsed violently; the data streams and memory fragments that constituted his body became extremely unstable, as if on the verge of collapse!
"Now! Vegeta!!!" Trunks of Time roared with all his might, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart. He raised his transparent sword of time once more, its tip pointing at Omega's core, exposed in the back of his heart by the agony and chaos—where a red light, representing the system's underlying logic, was flashing wildly!
Vegeta's eyes were already bloodshot. Silver-white runes danced and burned across his body like living things, releasing an ancient and savage aura. He heard Lin Ye's roar, the billions of accusations, and Trunks' call! An unprecedented power, a mixture of the Saiyan's inherent rage, anger at the sacrifice of his comrades, and boundless hatred for the monster who had toyed with fate, erupted within him!
"Omega—!!!" Vegeta's roar, like the ultimate howl of a wounded beast, drowned out all the cries of agony. The spacetime fragments beneath his feet shattered, and he transformed into a silver-white comet tearing through the void!
Target: Omega back center!
There were no fancy names for the moves, only a punch that condensed all will and power! Wherever the fist passed, space was forcibly plowed into a dark vacuum trench, and even the surging tragic images were instantly evaporated!
"Come to ashes!"
Vegeta's fist, burning with silver flames and accompanied by the Saiyan's indomitable roar, slammed into Omega's wildly flashing red core in the back of his heart!
boom--! ! ! ! ! ! !
An indescribable explosion occurred. It wasn't an explosion of matter, but a collapse of concepts! Light and darkness, data and flesh, past and future, despair and hope... everything was frantically stirred, annihilated, and reborn at the point where the fist struck!
The silvery-white phantom of the Saiyan progenitor flashed by in the light of the explosion, letting out a silent roar that shook the ages, before being swallowed up by the ultimate light of destruction along with Vegeta's figure.
The intense light swallowed the last thing Lin Ye saw: Vegeta's resolute back, the chaotic energy bursting out from the shattered Omega Core, like the beginning of the universe, and... at the center of the explosion, a faint golden light, carrying a familiar aura, seemed to flash by.
“Ve...Gita…” Lin Ye’s melted hand fell limply to his sides, the light of the primordial fragment dimmed to its lowest point. Boundless darkness, accompanied by the roar of an explosion, completely engulfed his consciousness.
The battlefield was plunged into a deathly silence of white light and deafening roar.
Chapter 255 The Creator's Lament
Rumble——! ! !
The deafening roar did not come from an explosion, but from the agonizing lament of a massive structure utterly collapsing! The golden chains binding the young host, under the onslaught of Lin Ye's blazing white primordial power, infused with human will, were as if struck simultaneously by billions of invisible blades, emitting a dense, ear-piercing sound of metal snapping!
"No—!!!" For the first time, Omega's massive body, made of pure energy, let out a scream that was no longer one of anger or majesty, but one filled with extreme pain and pure terror! The scream distorted space and tore apart dimensions, but it could not stop its own disintegration.
Countless enormous "fragments" flowing with golden data, like glaciers torn apart by a storm, detached and flew off the Omega's body! These fragments were not physical entities, but rather personifications of highly compressed information flows and rules. After detaching from the main body, they instantly disintegrated and collapsed in the void, transforming into a dazzling yet despairing data storm that swept across the entire battlefield!
Golden specks of light, flowing code, shimmering runes... danced in the air like the last tears of the cosmos, carrying destructive energy repercussions and endless sorrow, washing over everything. Lin Ye stood at the eye of this storm, enveloped by the blazing white light of the fragments of creation, forming a relatively stable domain that resisted the erosion of the data downpour and the tearing of the spacetime turbulence.
He stared intently at the spot where the Omega Core had collapsed. The chains shattered, and the frail figure, imprisoned for countless years, lost all support and plummeted like a withered leaf caught in a raging storm into the deep, chaotic, and bizarre currents of spacetime below.
The young host's body was so light it seemed weightless. His golden eyes had lost their burning flame, leaving only emptiness and bewilderment, reflecting the rain of data light falling from the sky. The contract mark on his body was dim and lifeless, as if it had exhausted all its power.
"Grab him!" A voice exploded in Lin Ye's mind, not a command, but an instinctive cry from his "human circuitry." Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Ye swiftly propelled his body, and a blinding white light erupted beneath his feet, like a comet shooting against the current, breaking through the raging rain of data and the distorted folds of spacetime, hurtling towards the falling figure!
The wind pressure tore at his senses, and the chaotic rules of spacetime tried to pull him into an unknown dimension. Lin Ye's eyes were fixed only on the ever-falling boy. Closer! Closer still!
Just as the boy was about to be swallowed by a spatial rift that suddenly opened and devoured light, Lin Ye's arm shot out like an iron clamp!
Snapped!
Cold! Bone-chillingly cold! It wasn't the temperature of flesh and blood, but more like the embers of some kind of dying energy core. Lin Ye's hand gripped the young host's slender wrist tightly, as if it would snap at the slightest touch. The immense force of the fall caused Lin Ye's body to lurch forward. He let out a low roar, and a burst of blazing white light erupted, forcefully stabilizing their descent and suspending them on the edge of the raging spatial turbulence.
The young host was pulled closer, his empty golden pupils shifting slightly before finally focusing on Lin Ye's face. There was no gratitude, no anger in his eyes, only a deep-seated weariness and… a profound, incomprehensible confusion.
"Why..." The young host's voice was so weak it was almost a murmur, filled with a childlike confusion, nearly drowned out by the violent background noise of energy. His gaze seemed to pierce through Lin Ye, landing on some non-existent point in the void.
Lin Ye followed his empty gaze and saw that at the focal point of his vision, space slightly distorted, and a blurry and fragile phantom slowly emerged—a little girl lying on a pure white hospital bed, her figure transparent, facing the young host, revealing a pale and weak smile. The phantom, like a candle flickering in the wind, quickly became thin and transparent, finally disappearing completely into the data storm with a "pop," leaving no trace.
"I clearly..." The young host's gaze followed the dissipating phantom, his voice trembling with intense emotion for the first time—a sense of utter devastation, as if all his calculations had been overturned. "I calculated everything... energy supply... rule interference... optimal path... 99.999% success rate... why... she failed..."
He abruptly raised his head, his empty golden eyes fixed on Lin Ye, burning with the last embers of resentment. That flame wasn't of hatred for Lin Ye, but rather directed at a cold, cruel, and incomprehensible reality: "Why can't I create life?! Why can't even a small wish be fulfilled?! I gave... everything! Time... freedom... my soul... all to it (the system)! Why?!"
This question, imbued with billions of years of obsession and despair, struck the heart more directly than any roar from Omega. Lin Ye looked into the boy's eyes, at the pure, human confusion and pain, and felt as if an invisible hand were gripping his heart tightly. He thought of his mother's days and nights tormented by illness, and of the innocent victims sacrificed under the system's cold, "optimal solution."
"Because it (the system) cannot create life," Lin Ye's voice was deep and firm, piercing through the turbulent noise, each word like a heavy hammer striking the young host's heart, "it only distorts desires. What it gives you is never the 'result' you truly want, but rather the most 'efficient' and most 'logical' cold byproduct in the process of fulfilling the 'instruction' of your desire!"
He watched as the flickering flame of resentment in the young host's eyes began to fade, like a candle about to go out. Lin Ye knew time was running out. Without further hesitation, he forcefully, yet with an almost merciful resolve, pressed the fragment of creation in his hand—the one piercing the Omega sword and still radiating a blinding white light—into the young host's defenseless chest, branded with the contract!
Not destruction! It's... injection!
"Look... this is the 'sequel' to the fulfillment of a wish!" Lin Ye roared, pouring the last trace of pure primordial power contained in the fragment of creation, along with his own strong will about "hope" and "protection" from his "humanity circuit," into it!
Om-!
The fragments of creation erupted with an unprecedentedly soft white light, instantly enveloping the young host. Within this warm and sacred light, a clear image rippled outwards like water, directly reflecting in the young host's gradually fading golden pupils, and also entering Lin Ye's mental perception—
The scene shifts from a cold hospital ward to a despairing battlefield. Instead, it's an ordinary, sun-drenched hospital corridor. A middle-aged woman (Lin Ye's mother), her face pale but radiant with happiness, is being carefully helped out of the ward by a middle-aged man (Lin Ye's father), who is equally moved and wiping away tears. At the doorway, several nurses smile and applaud, while a doctor in a white coat nods with satisfaction. Sunlight streams through the windows, warmly bathing them, filling them with the joy of surviving a near-death experience and hope for the future. This is the "aftermath," deliberately hidden from Lin Ye by the system after the contract was signed—an ordinary yet incredibly real recovery and reunion.
The young host's unfocused pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the warm sunlight and happy smile. The pain and confusion that had remained unchanged for countless years on his face melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. A faint, yet incredibly real smile, like the first flower quietly blooming in early spring, slowly spread across his pale, translucent lips.
In that smile, there was relief, unbelievable surprise, and... a warmth belonging to humanity that had arrived millions of years late.
"So...that's how it is..." The young host's voice was as soft as a sigh, carrying an unprecedented calm. He took one last look at the happy scene frozen in the light, and then, his entire body—starting from the fingers that gripped Lin Ye's wrist—transformed into countless shimmering golden particles, like grains of sand scattered by the wind, and in the soft light of the fragments of creation, lightly, silently...completely dissipated.
There was no pain, no struggle, only a sense of peace that came from finally being free and finally "seeing" the answer.
As the young host completely dissipated, the fragment of creation seemed to have exhausted its last strength. Its blazing white light quickly dimmed, eventually transforming into a stream of light that merged into Lin Ye's body. Meanwhile, the last remaining, massive energy shell of Omega, having lost its core host, finally ceased its disintegration.
The torrential downpour of data abruptly ceased. The massive fragments of energy that had disintegrated did not completely vanish; instead, they rapidly coalesced and collapsed in the void! The light twisted and shifted, and finally, an unimaginably colossal tree, composed entirely of bronze-colored metal and flowing energy veins, silently took root in the void where Omega had once stood! Its roots, like living things, plunged into the chaotic currents of spacetime, its branches and leaves sprawling and covering a vast expanse of starry sky, emanating an ancient, weathered, and cold aura imbued with endless rules—this was Omega's true form, the ultimate form of the multiverse control system, which, having lost its host, had fallen into eternal silence.
At the same time, a silent wave, yet covering every corner of the entire universe, swept across in an instant!
Om-!
Whether on a battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder or in a bustling interstellar city; whether in a blessed land of cultivation or in an ordinary corner of Earth... all beings who have ever signed a power contract with the "system" and gained extraordinary abilities, no matter which universe they are in, will have a semi-transparent system interface that exudes a cold metallic luster pop up in front of them without warning.
The interface contained no superfluous information, only three lines of concise, almost cold text, imprinted unequivocally into the consciousness of every contractor:
Thank you for using the Multiverse Control System.
[Execute the final order: Dissolve all power contracts]
[Countdown to Cosmic Reconstruction: 72:00:00]
The cold, hard countdown numbers began to tick away, second by second. 72 hours!
Earth, Temple.
Krillin, who had just survived a small-scale space pirate attack and was cleaning up the battlefield with Piccolo, Gohan, and others, had just gathered a ki blast to deliver the final blow to a stubbornly resisting enemy ship.
"Kamehameha—huh?!"
His hands, which were gathering energy, suddenly went empty! The familiar blue sphere of light in his palms, containing immense destructive power, vanished without a sound, like a burst bubble, simply disappearing into thin air! It vanished without a trace!
"Wh...what?!" Krillin stared in disbelief at his empty hands. An indescribable emptiness and coldness instantly swept over his body, as if something that had sustained him for half his life had been uprooted! He looked up in horror at Gohan beside him.
Just moments before, Gohan, who had transformed into Super Saiyan to finish the battle quickly, saw his golden aura instantly dim, shrink, and vanish as if doused with ice water! His golden hair returned to black, and his emerald eyes returned to normal. Gohan staggered, his face filled with astonishment and confusion. He instinctively clenched his fist, feeling the familiar, vast power within him… gone! Only the most basic physical strength of a Saiyan hybrid remained!
"My...power?" Gohan's voice trembled slightly.
A loud crash echoed from deep within the temple. Immediately following was Bulma's piercing scream, "Ouch! My wrench! Damn it! My gravity bracelet is malfunctioning? The energy reading is zero?! Trunks! Check your energy detector!"
On the temple plaza, Piccolo frowned deeply. He tried to circulate his internal energy, but felt as if blocked by an invisible, thick membrane. His once effortless power was now incredibly stagnant; he couldn't even muster ten percent of his strength! Tien Shinhan's third eye, which had been tightly closed, suddenly snapped open, filled with horror. Chiaotzu's floating body swayed, almost falling over.
Bick's green face was so dark it seemed to drip water. He suddenly looked up at the sky, as if he could pierce through the atmosphere and see the bronze tree rooted in the void and the cold countdown. An unprecedented sense of crisis, sweeping across the entire multiverse, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed the hearts of every warrior on the temple.
“It’s not just power…” Piccolo’s deep voice was filled with unprecedented solemnity. He slowly looked at Krillin and Gohan, who were also feeling the loss of power and whose faces were pale. “It’s the rules of the entire universe… that have been reset! 72 hours… reconstructed?”
The temple trembled violently in silent panic, as if it too were sensing the terror of the universe's foundations being shaken.
Chapter 256 The Lost Super Saiyan God
The dust from the ruins of West City hadn't yet settled when the deafening crash of Vegeta smashing through the laboratory's alloy ceiling sent up another cloud of metal debris. Lin Ye stared at the wildly fluctuating energy curve on the scanner, watching helplessly as the blue light representing the Saiyan prince plummeted from its peak, eventually fading into a faint fluctuation barely noticeable to an ordinary person. The clanging of the falling alloy plates was mixed with Vegeta's suppressed groans; even half-dead from the fall, this guy refused to show weakness in front of others.
“Damn it…” Vegeta lay sprawled on the shattered lab bench, his knuckles digging into the cracks. Blood seeped from between his fingers and dripped onto Bulma’s newly purchased spectrometer, spreading dark red stains on the delicate instrument’s surface. “This feels worse than having Frieza punch a hole in my heart.” He tried to sit up, but his shoulder slumped back down halfway. A metallic taste rose in his throat, forcing him to turn his head away. Dark red blood splattered onto the wrecked parts, including half a shattered energy storage crystal.
Bulma's fingers flew across the control panel, her nails turning white from the force. The Namekian scene in the holographic projection was visibly darkening, the green landscape appearing as if splashed with ink, spreading from the edge of the continent towards its center. The Porunga stone statue, which had been floating in the sky, remained in its raised-hand pose, the orange light surrounding it vanishing like a extinguished candle, even shrouding Namek's characteristic pink sky in a gray haze. "Not just Porunga," her voice trembled with disbelief, her finger pointing to the other side of the screen, "the Namekian Dragon Balls are petrifying, and even Kami's Shenron..." The scene shifted to the temple, where Shenron, which had been hovering in the sky, was hardening from its tail, its golden scales losing their luster, turning into lifeless, grayish-white rock.
“Forget about those broken stones.” Lin Ye suddenly pressed down on her shoulder, the pressure from his palm startling Bulma. The small red dot on the right side of the scanner was flashing at an alarming rate, almost like it was twitching. “Look at this.” His voice was deep, yet carried a barely perceptible tension.
The moment the image zoomed in, Bulma gasped—in the direction of Mount Paozu, Son Goku knelt by the waterfall, his tattered martial arts uniform soaked by the spray. His body, which should have been barely breathing, was now surrounded by a faint red glow, as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, yet it stubbornly pulsed with each breath, even expanding outwards a few centimeters with each clenched fist, shaking the falling water droplets into a fine mist.
"Kaiōken?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes, a hint of surprise hidden beneath his disdainful snort. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Playing such petty tricks at a time like this?" Despite his words, his gaze remained fixed on the screen, not missing a single, faint pulsation of the red light.
“It’s not the Kaioken itself.” The light screen composed of data streams suddenly fluctuated, and Whis’s figure gradually became clearer amidst the garbled text. He remained in the posture of holding a teacup, but the halo around the rim of the cup had dimmed considerably, and even his usually meticulously styled silver hair was somewhat disheveled. “It’s an instinctive reaction when using the Kaioken. Just like a baby is born breathing, these powers are etched into their bones.” He gently swirled the teacup, but the liquid inside remained completely still, as if independent of this chaotic space.
Before he could finish speaking, the laboratory alarm suddenly blared, and red warning lights swept across the ceiling, casting flickering light on everyone's faces. Lin Ye turned to look out the porthole; a burst of fire exploded in the southwest sky, and through the thick smoke, the insignia of Frieza's army could be vaguely seen—their diamond-shaped wings tracing menacing trails in the smoke.
“Those scum.” Vegeta braced himself against the table to stand up, the sound of his knees trembling clearly audible in the silent laboratory, like rusty parts grinding together. “You dare come to your death when you’re powerless?” He cracked his neck, his knuckles making a soft popping sound, but the ruthlessness in his eyes remained undiminished.
“You probably couldn’t even break a rock right now.” Bulma tossed over a repair kit; the metal tube arced through the air before Vegeta caught it firmly. “Don’t be reckless. With the shield gone, West City’s defense system is completely destroyed. They’re using…” She suddenly stopped, her fingers rapidly zooming in on the projected image. A fighter jet’s cannon was pointed directly at the civilian shelter, its barrel still radiating heat. “It’s a heavy particle cannon! They want to completely flatten this place!”
Lin Ye grabbed the gravity training jacket from the corner of the wall. Amidst the rustling of the fabric, he heard a piercing whistling sound coming from outside. The sound grew closer, carrying the howl of death. He lunged forward, shoving Bulma under the control panel, and curled up himself. The muffled thud of the shockwave hitting the lab walls was ear-piercing; the overhead lights crackled and shattered, shards falling like rain. Through the cracks in the control panel, he saw Vegeta being thrown back by the blast wave, his back slamming heavily against the refrigerator storing Senzu Beans. The shattering glass mingled with Vegeta's suppressed groan, and a few bright green Senzu Beans rolled out from the cracks, bouncing a few times on the floor.
"Saiyans are really tough." Whis's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Lin Ye looked up and saw that the angel had moved to the refrigerator and was gently touching Vegeta's wound with her fingertip. A faint golden light flashed, the bleeding slowed down noticeably, and the skin around the wound even blushed slightly. "But being tough isn't enough now. Your friend seems to be in trouble."
The projected image automatically switched to Mount Baozi, where Sun Wukong was surrounded by three soldiers dressed in Frieza's army uniforms. They held standard-issue bayonets and energy pistols, their faces radiating blatant, sinister grins. Sun Wukong staggered back half a step, clutching his still-bleeding ribs. A laser beam, which he could have easily dodged, grazed his cheek, burning a charred hole in the tree trunk behind him, from which wisps of smoke rose slowly along the grain of the bark.
"Hey, this isn't like you, Kakarot." Vegeta had gotten up somehow. He tore open the seal of the healing serum, poured the liquid onto his wound, and a pungent odor filled the air. Blood still clung to his lips, but he grinned arrogantly. "Driven to this point by this scum?"
“I can’t help it, Vegeta.” Goku’s voice came through the communicator, panting but with a strange excitement, as if he had discovered something interesting. “My body suddenly feels heavier… but it feels strange, like something is slowly awakening.” He suddenly tilted his head to dodge an oncoming military dagger, his movement slow yet incredibly precise. His toes traced a semi-circle on the ground, the seemingly casual sidestep causing the soldier behind him to collide with him, their weapons falling to the ground with a clang. “Just like… before my first Super Saiyan transformation.”
Lin Ye's gaze fell on the scanner. The red light surrounding Sun Wukong was increasing at an extremely slow pace, like a candle flame meeting a gentle breeze. Even more bizarrely, the coordinates of Beerus's sleeping lair were there; the purple light there was flashing in sync with the fluctuations of the red light, like two hearts echoing each other, maintaining the same frequency in different corners of the universe.
“I see.” Whis picked up his teacup and took a sip. Ripples spread across his palm, but not a drop spilled. “The system takes away the power bestowed by the laws, but it can’t take away the instincts you’ve nurtured with your blood and sweat. Just like this prince…” He looked at Vegeta, a hint of amusement in his eyes, “Don’t you now think that those fighting methods you used to rely on Super Saiyan forms were actually ridiculously stupid?”