Chapter 813: 799 The upper world and the greasy father
The figure of the Galactic Emperor gradually solidified, with every particle of his beginning to transform into the new particles of the new world, connecting with fresh laws and existing within them. His face was filled with excitent and exhilaration, unable to suppress his curiosity and anticipation. He had imagined countless tis what the world he was about to enter would be like, but no matter how he envisioned it, this more advanced world must be more high-end and interesting than the infinite plane he originally inhabited.
Until he saw clearly the environnt he was in.
A cramped, narrow room filled with clutter, the clanging renovation sounds coming from downstairs, and the uncomfortable air blown by the electric heater. A greasy youth sitting cross-legged on a worn-out swivel chair, popping pimples while tapping on the keyboard.
Lines of text quickly appeared on the laptop screen, demonstrating exceptional skills honed by long-term training in the typing trade, as if he never thought about what he was typing, or his brain was directly connected to his fingertips.
On one side of the desk was a well-used phone with an ongoing video. In the video, it seed to be a pretty decent-looking girl lying on a bed playing a ga console. The two of them were not talking, just having the video on, each doing their own thing, in a very accustod and comfortable manner.
The Galactic Emperor couldn’t understand if he had appeared in the wrong place. This seed nothing like the more advanced world he imagined, but rather like a technologically underdeveloped little place, a rented room of a displeased little commoner.
At that mont, the girl in the video inadvertently looked up and saw the tall and formidable Galactic Emperor standing behind the greasy youth with a dashing outfit.
The girl was stunned for a mont, then exclaid, “Honey, there’s soone behind you.”
“What?” The greasy youth dug his ear, turned to look, and was so startled he almost fell off his chair.
“Dude, breaking in and robbing is a felony, I don’t have anything valuable here. Why don’t you consider going next door, they just bought a 70-inch LCD TV, worth a lot.” The greasy youth rambled on without a filter, obviously mistaking the Galactic Emperor for a criminal.
The Galactic Emperor seed to see the lines of text on the greasy youth’s laptop screen, and he was utterly shaken, stepping back and pointing at him, “You… you are ‘Father’?”
The greasy youth scanned the big guy a few tis, quickly shifting from a shocked expression to calm composure. He rested one hand on the back of the chair, scratching an itch on his hairy leg with the other. The greasy youth feared the cold; the winter heater must be turned on very high. At ho, he always wore shorts, looking unremittingly cheap.
“Don’t randomly call soone ‘Dad,’ I won’t give you any money.”
The girl in the video, a bit scared, asked, “Honey, who is this? Should I call the police for you?”
The greasy youth waved his hand calmly at the Galactic Emperor and said, “Galactic Emperor, I’m Old Bai. Now that you’ve seen , you can go sowhere else and have fun. My place is small, can’t host such a great Buddha as you, let’s say goodbye.”
The Galactic Emperor’s vision began to blur, muttering, “How could this be, how could it be like this? This isn’t right; there should be more powerful beings here, more sacred rules, in a more advanced universe!”
Old Bai looked at him with great sympathy, sighed, and said, “You’re overthinking it.”
The Galactic Emperor’s expression beca ferocious, unable to imagine that after a hundred billion years of planning, using countless resources and efforts, his ascension would turn into such a joke. The Father, creator of everything, wasn’t a wise, extraordinary being with supre intelligence and power, but appeared to be a comical, ridiculous, living such a lowly and humble life, greasy youth.
“This world is so disappointing! You’re not ‘Father’ at all, you’re a facade used by so guy to deceive . I want to kill you, destroy this planet, this universe, to find the true god of creation, to witness the greatest and most magical superior world!”
The Galactic Emperor raised his hands, powerful energy erupting from him. Clearly, with just a touch, he could easily turn this planet into particles. In the original infinite plane, he was an omnipotent god, the sa here.
Old Bai directly cursed, “F**k XX!”
Seeing that the big guy was about to destroy the world, Old Bai quickly grabbed his laptop, rapidly typed a few words on it with lightning speed.
“The Galactic Emperor vanishes completely, existence annihilated.”
As these words appeared, the impending world-destroying force was suddenly choked like a chicken. The Galactic Emperor’s eyes widened hugely, then felt his body gradually disappearing.
“What… what did you do?”
Old Bai rubbed his nose, humming and said, “Correcting mistakes, you know, in our writing trade, if the writing isn’t satisfactory, it needs to be revised or discarded. You are clearly one of my poorly created characters in a poorly written story, now you just get lost.”
The Galactic Emperor’s body and soul completely dissipated, this ti not breaking down into basic particles but vanishing entirely. This annihilation of existence is not simply turning from matter to void, but disappearing from the rules.
The six forces originally inside him did not vanish along with him, one of which still emitted a faint glow.
Old Bai chuckled and said, “You can see , right? Alright, whatever, go back and continue being your Chancellor. I envy you a bit, being so glorious and able to rule the Galaxy. Well, nice to et you, Iridium Star Chancellor. I wish you an even better life because how your life develops next, I won’t arrange it anymore, it’s up to you to decide. After all, this book is about to be finished.”
He smiled amiably and waved, the six beams of light converged into a mass and then suddenly rushed up into the sky and disappeared.
Old Bai’s girlfriend, watching all this on video, was already dumbfounded. Although she usually likes superpowers and supernatural phenona, seeing her boyfriend interact with characters coming out of a book was truly magical.
Old Bai turned back, looking sowhat embarrassed at his girlfriend, and said, “Sorry for the scare, honey, it’s nothing, I’m used to it.”
His girlfriend asked in surprise, “Does this happen often?”
“Not often, once before a bald guy and a rather handso young man playing cat and mouse ga ca to my house. The bald guy was incredibly fast, and I chatted with the young man for a while. The young man was quite polite but refused my suggestion to help catch that bald guy. This ti, this Galactic Emperor was too arrogant and over-the-top, so I simply erased him. Anyway, he wasn’t a very successful character, appearing abruptly later on and suddenly becoming the big boss. Perhaps he should have been more foreshadowed earlier.”
Actually, his girlfriend didn’t care much about the stuff Old Bai wrote. In her view, Old Bai’s novels were just so-so, sotis offering interesting ideas, but Old Bai easily got distracted by other things, losing the plot’s pace and causing it to fall apart.
But anyway, this is Old Bai’s way of making a living, whether he’s skilled or not, it’s all his ability.
Old Bai touched the back of his head and said, “To prevent such things from happening again, it seems I need to control the world settings and character strength. Accidentally created such a powerful character who ca to our real world; if he steps on flowers and grass, it’s minor, but if he really causes the end of the world, I’d have to bear it. I’ve decided that the next book should not be so exaggerated, keeping it more mundane, relaxed, and with a more rigorous setting, to avoid bringing so much trouble upon myself.”
His girlfriend nodded, continued to pick up her handheld ga, and the two straightforwardly forgot about the super unreal event that had just occurred. She casually said, “Write whatever you love writing.”
Old Bai smiled wryly; his girlfriend, quite the lady herself, never cares about what he writes, which sowhat discourages him.
He turned his stiff neck, as long hours of typing made his cervical spine sowhat unhealthy, but this is what he wants to do, and bearing so side effects is no matter.
The solitary wisp of light he just dispersed, drifting an unknown distance, eventually returned to the Fallen Cetery.
As it happens, Little Moustache and other mbers of the Elder Race are still sorting through the Galactic Emperor’s various relics for clues. While several mbers of the Elder Race were busy, Bai Zhongqi appeared in the spacious center space.
Little Moustache saw him and was quite surprised, “Why did you co back? No wait, why didn’t the Galactic Emperor return with you?”
Bai Zhongqi’s expression was still sowhat dazed for quite a while before regaining so sanity. Seeing Little Moustache and others, Bai Zhongqi knew that the world’s constraints had been lifted; Little Moustache and they were here seeking him and the Galactic Emperor.
“The Galactic Emperor fulfilled his own wish.”
Little Moustache was shocked, “Does a higher world truly exist? Did the Galactic Emperor et our Father?”
Rembering the greasy young man, Bai Zhongqi himself laughed and shook his head, saying, “He did et him, but Father didn’t like him and got rid of him.”
Little Moustache was intrigued and asked, “What is Father like, and what is the higher world like?”
Bai Zhongqi shivered and said, “I didn’t feel it overall; it’s not a world as beautiful as imagined and is not well-suited for our survival.”
Little Moustache smacked his lips and said, “Alright, I think so too. This infinite plane we live in is pretty good, why chase to so higher world? You were created in this world, and the upper world might not suit your survival.”
“That’s the truth,” Bai Zhongqi affird.
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