The Citadel of Silence. The Throne Room. The Citadel wasn't silent anymore. "Crunchy! Fetch!" Zero threw a giant dragon femur across the obsidian hall. CRASH-SLIDE. A twenty-foot skeletal shark, drifting through the air as if it were water, chased the bone. It knocked over a priceless vase from the Ming Dynasty (which Mordred had stolen from Earth 400 years ago) before catching the bone in its jaws. SNAP. "Good boy!" Zero giggled, clapping her hands. Lich Emperor Mordred, the terrified ruler of the Necro-World, watched the destruction of his antique collection with a twitching eye socket. He held a silver tray with a teapot. "My vase..." Mordred whimpered. "That was from the Forbidden City..." "It was ugly anyway," Lin Jin sat on the Throne of Black Ice. He looked comfortable. He looked like he owned the place. "Mordred, stop crying over pottery. We have work to do." The Goal. Lin Jin closed his eyes, checking his internal status. [Status: Celestial Bone Body (Tier 1).]

Sector 1. The Event Horizon. The fabric of space tore open like wet paper. The Void-Citadel, trailing green necrotic smoke and debris from shattered angels, burst into real-space. The crew gathered at the main viewport of the Throne Room. What they saw silenced them. Sector 1 wasn't a solar system. It wasn't a galaxy. It was a Megastructure. In the center of the sector sat a supermassive Black Hole, rotating silently, bending light and time around its infinite gravity. Built around the Black Hole was a silver ring. A massive, artificial habitat, millions of miles wide, spinning just outside the event horizon. It siphoned energy directly from the singularity. [Location: The Halo.] [Population: 10,000.] [Entry Requirement: God-Tier.] "It's beautiful," Gu Panyue whispered, checking the sensors. "And terrifying. If the ring stops spinning for one second, the entire civilization falls into the hole." "That's high-stakes living," Lin Jin nodded approvingly. "I like their style."

​The Grey Kingdom (Overwriting the Guild Hall). ​The "High Table" was gone. The fancy wine glasses were gone. The view of the galaxy was gone. ​There was only grey ash, heavy gravity, and the sound of a fist hitting meat. ​CRACK. ​The System Administrator—the "Original" Lin Jin—flew backward, smashing through a pillar made of solidified void-bone. His pristine white suit was torn. His digital mask flickered, revealing a bruised, bleeding human face beneath. ​"Impossible," the Admin gasped, trying to raise a hand. ​[System Command: /PAUSE.] [Error: Command not recognized in this Domain.] [System Command: /TELEPORT.] [Error: Space is locked by Ashbone Authority.] ​"Stop trying to code," Lin Jin walked out of the grey mist. He rolled his neck. ​He grabbed the Administrator by the collar and slammed him into the floor. The impact shook the entire pocket dimension. ​"You spent three hundred years playing God," Lin Jin whispered, raising a fist wrapped in Celestial Bone armor. "

Null Sector. The Ship Graveyard. The harvesting process was not gentle. Lin Jin moved through the wreckage of the ancient fleet like a surgeon cutting out a tumor. He tore open the hulls of the dead ships, exposing the pulsating, grey flesh of The Rot to the void. "Come here," Lin Jin commanded. He held a containment unit he had jury-rigged from the Iron Mule's spare warp-core. It was reinforced with his own Celestial Bone energy, creating a cage of absolute density. The Rot screamed—a psychic shriek of a thousand dying crews—as Lin Jin ripped it from the walls. It tried to cling to the metal, but Lin Jin’s Grey Domain was stronger. He compressed the eldritch flesh, forcing tons of writhing chaos into the size of a beach ball. "It's heavy," Lin Jin muttered, sealing the core. The window on the canister showed a swirling, shapeless grey sludge that seemed to be looking back at him. "It weighs as much as a moon," Butcher Wang noted, scanning it. "Because it violates the laws of m

Sector 0. The Source Code. Lin Jin floated in the center of the wireframe universe. The golden Admin Key was embedded in his chest, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the heartbeat of every star in existence. He closed his eyes. He didn't see darkness. He saw Everything. He saw the code of a flower blooming on a distant planet. He saw the gravitational equation of a binary star system. He saw the "Edit" button for reality itself. "So this is godhood," Lin Jin whispered. His voice reverberated through the entire server. "It's heavy." Zero floated next to him, still hugging the containment canister of The Rot. "Daddy, are you glowing?" "I am the operating system now, sweetie," Lin Jin patted her head. The First Order. Lin Jin looked at the scrolling green text of the universe’s status. [Current Protocol: STATIC_ORDER.] [Entropy: Paused.] [Aging: Disabled.] [Growth: Prohibited.] "The old Administrator was a coward," Lin Jin sneered. "He was so afraid of death that he banned