Chapter 196: Executing the Heavens
The absolute pinnacle of the cosmic hierarchy stood perfectly still.
The Supreme Creator hovered massive and terrifying in the freezing upper atmosphere. The towering faceless entity composed entirely of swirling white galaxies was no longer the arrogant architect of the universe.
Its severed, bleeding celestial limbs dissolved into the dark sky. The incredibly dense gray Singularity Fire coating my heavy brass gauntlets had physically broken the absolute concept of divine immortality.
The Level 250 entity finally realized it was going to die.
It did not retreat. The Supreme Creator attempted the ultimate, desperate celestial countermeasure. The massive swirling galaxies composing its ethereal chest cavity began to rotate violently backward.
WHIRRRRR.
The deep, unnatural sound of reality aggressively rewinding echoed across the planet. The Creator was attempting an absolute localized temporal reversal.
It was trying to forcefully reset the cosmic timeline back to the exact second before I breached its inner defense. It wanted to erase my gray fire before I ever merged the paradoxical elements.
I felt the physical air around me pull backward. The falling golden ash of the dead Archangels began to violently rise back up into the sky.
"Time is a mortal construct," I roared fiercely.
I ignited my heavy mechanical starmetal wings. I launched my massive dark green body directly straight forward. I completely ignored the chaotic temporal distortion actively pulling at my heavy starmetal armor.
The gray Singularity Fire violently hissed. The heavily concentrated paradox flames completely nullified all divine logic.
The conceptual fire actively burned through the temporal magic like a heavy blowtorch cutting through wet tissue paper.
The absolute localized rewind shattered into useless, broken chronological fragments exactly as I crossed the final physical distance.
I reached out with both of my heavy, gray-flaming hands.
SLAM.
I grabbed the massive, swirling, faceless head of the God.
The blinding pure white light aggressively burned my sensitive retinas, but I refused to close my glowing red eyes.
The sheer conceptual heat radiating from the Creator's massive skull threatened to melt my heavy brass gauntlets, but the infinite healing vitality of my four Queens actively repaired the starmetal faster than the God could destroy it.
"You are completely obsolete," I declared. My deep baritone voice vibrated with the absolute, unified weight of my sprawling empire.
I forcefully pulled the massive celestial head violently downward. I aggressively drove my heavy armored right knee directly straight up into its ethereal, swirling face.
CRACK.
The physical kinetic force heavily stunned the cosmic entity. The Supreme Creator let out a silent, horrifying digital screech as its absolute physical form fractured.
I immediately opened my heavy right palm. I plunged my gray-flaming hand completely straight into the absolute center of its swirling, galactic chest cavity.
The localized temperature dropped to absolute freezing zero. The deep cosmic interior of the God was a terrifying, hollow void. I reached aggressively deep past the swirling miniature stars. I searched for the absolute digital foundation of the heavily flawed system.
My thick brass fingers locked tightly around a massive, pulsing object.
I aggressively grabbed the ultimate cosmic core.
It was not a solid physical crystal. It was not a beating biological heart. It was the fundamental living concept of the Heavens. It felt incredibly heavy, like attempting to physically hold the entire vast night sky inside my single fist.
I completely unleashed the absolute maximum capacity of the gray Singularity Fire.
The paradox flames poured violently aggressively from my gauntlet. The heavy, dark gray fire rapidly aggressively flooded the massive cosmic core.
I did not just want to kill the Supreme Creator. I actively, permanently devoured the entire concept of celestial authority. I was physically forcefully deleting the digital heaven from the planetary database.
KRAKOOOOOM.
The thousands of massive, glowing white arms still desperately grasping at my armor instantly shattered into completely harmless gray dust.
The towering massive body of swirling white galaxies violently collapsed entirely inward.
The Supreme Creator let out one final, absolute silent horrifying vibration that shook the tectonic plates of the world.
The entity imploded into a single microscopic point of blinding white light.
And then it vanished entirely from physical existence.
The dark sky grew perfectly quiet. The crushing, unnatural localized gravity completely evaporated from the mortal realm. The heavy, dark storm clouds slowly, peacefully parted. The absolute natural starlight from the distant infinite universe shone clearly down upon the physical planet.
I floated entirely alone in the cold upper atmosphere. I breathed heavily, violently inside my glowing red helmet.
My heavy thick green muscles ached with absolute total physical exhaustion. The gray Singularity Fire slowly gracefully faded from my heavy metal fists.
The war was completely over.
The golden System interface suddenly violently materialized directly in front of my red visor. It flickered erratically, aggressively with chaotic, highly unstable digital energy.
The strict, rigid mathematical rules carefully built by the ancient architects thousands of years ago could no longer rationally calculate my biological existence.
DING!
[System Alert: The Supreme Creator has been successfully executed.]
[Calculating Experience Points...]
[Error. Error. Mortal containment parameters breached.]
[Host Level 220 cannot be computationally maintained.]
[Notice: Calculating absolute physical mass...]
[Error. Arithmetic logic failing. Values completely infinitely exceed maximum digital boundaries.]
The bright golden text boxes began to physically, visibly crack. I had successfully, completely consumed the absolute peak of the cosmic hierarchy. I was actively holding the raw, unformatted digital code of the entire universe inside my monster core.
The heavily flawed digital System itself violently completely shattered into millions of falling, bright golden sparks. The restrictive digital interface disappeared forever into the freezing wind.
I forcefully completely bypassed the numerical levels entirely. I felt the fundamental coding of reality merge perfectly, flawlessly with my biological monster brain.
I was absolutely no longer a low-level player trapped inside a heavily simulated game.
I was the Absolute Administrator of Reality.
I slowly lowered my heavy starmetal head and looked directly down at the dark globe far below me. The massive Azure Sea was still completely frozen solid.
The distant massive Beastman Continent and the Great Iron Labyrinth rested silently, safely in the dirt. I had aggressively violently won the final absolute war.
The physical planet belonged entirely to the Forge.