One person said: "If I make you a holy child, will you be granted godhood through the art of Gu

"What's wrong with them? Have they lost their minds?"

"Well, almost."

Jiang Mo smiled.

“They all want to kill me now.”

"Oh."

Feng Baobao responded and then lowered her head to continue building her sandcastle, as if she were talking about something as nice as the weather today.

After a while, she looked up at Jiang Mo intently.

"Jiang Mo".

"Ok?"

"Whoever tries to kill you, I'll bury them."

Her tone was calm, but her eyes were incredibly firm.

Hearing this, a warm feeling welled up in Jiang Mo's heart.

He reached out and ruffled Feng Baobao's hair.

"Need not."

"These players are just puppets being manipulated."

"They are not the real final boss."

He stood up, dusted off the moon dust on his body, and turned his gaze once again to the unseen, higher-dimensional realm beyond.

"The author, right?"

"You think you can eliminate me by giving me the title of BOSS and mobilizing the entire universe to attack me?"

"you are too naive."

"You created me, but you can no longer define me."

"Today, I'll show you, you high and mighty god, what you've got..."

"How do the characters you write... defy fate, slay gods, and prove their path to enlightenment?"

"The Profound Meaning of the Great Dao: Dimensional Shattering".

"boom!!"

An ultimate power, indescribable in any language and inexplicable by any physical law, erupted from Jiang Mo's body.

This force does not act on any matter or energy in this universe.

Its target is the wall between this story world and the real world.

That dimensional wall known as the fourth wall.

“Crack…Crack…”

A crisp sound, like shattering glass, echoed throughout the multiverse.

All the players rushing towards Jiang Mo, whether gods or mortals, stopped in their tracks in horror.

They saw huge, bottomless cracks appearing in the sky... no, in the ceiling of the entire world.

What emerges from those cracks is neither emptiness nor chaos.

Instead, they saw bizarre and fantastical scenes that were completely incomprehensible to them.

They saw a huge screen emitting a soft white light.

I saw rows of neat keyboards made up of countless squares.

I saw a giant human hand rapidly typing on a keyboard.

"Then...what is that?"

Asgard, the god-king whose mind has been systematically corrected.

The moment he saw that hand, his player settings actually started to... loosen.

His mind was flooded with real memories of Jiang Mo.

"Guardian Deity..."

He screamed in agony, half of his consciousness belonging to the player and the other half to the NPC, as they frantically tore at his soul.

[Warning! Warning! The dimensional barrier has been attacked by an unknown force! World stability has dropped to 10%!]

The system is crashing. The system is crashing.

For the first time, the cold system notification tone carried a hint of panic.

"Only now do you realize you're scared?"

Jiang Mo sneered and increased his power output.

"late!"

"Give it to me...break it!"

"Boom!!"

The fourth wall, the ultimate barrier separating the virtual from the real, was shattered by Jiang Mo's unparalleled power that surpassed all expectations.

At this moment, the entire story world was completely exposed to the higher-dimensional reality.

……

real world.

Inside an ordinary rented room.

A young man with messy hair and black-rimmed glasses was staring at the computer screen in front of him with a look of horror.

He is the author of "Invincible in the Universe".

At this moment, his computer screen no longer displayed a document interface.

Rather, it is an incredibly deep vortex, seemingly connected to another universe.

At the center of the vortex, a black-haired young man wearing a white T-shirt and shorts slowly walked out of the screen with a playful smile.

"Fuck...fuck?"

The author was so frightened that he fell off his chair, spilling his instant noodles all over the floor.

"You...you...you...Jiang Mo?"

He was incoherent, his mind completely blank.

Did the characters I created crawl out of my computer?

What the hell is this horror story unfolding like?

Jiang Mo stepped out of the screen and looked around the narrow, messy rental room with great interest.

"Tsk tsk, is this... the dwelling place of God?"

"It's much more down-to-earth than I imagined."

He looked at the author, who was already terrified, and walked over with a smile.

"Hello, my... Creator."

"Don't... don't come here!"

The author retreated backward, using both his hands and feet, his voice trembling.

"What...what do you want to do? I'm warning you, I...I'm your author, I...I can delete you."

"Really?"

Jiang Mo's smile turned somewhat dangerous.

"Now, try again and see if you can still... press the delete key on your keyboard?"

Upon hearing this, the author instinctively reached for the keyboard.

But to his horror, he discovered that his body... he couldn't move!

An invisible force, originating from a higher level, bound him in reverse!

"what happened?"

"It's very simple."

Jiang Mo walked up to him, looking down at him as if he were looking down at the characters he had created in a document.

"When you tried to erase me with your settings, I had already... stripped you of your authorship."

"In my eyes now, you are no longer some high-dimensional author."

"You're just... an ordinary mortal who eats instant noodles when his novel flops and scratches his head when he lacks inspiration."

He reached out and gently patted the author's cheek.

"Go ahead."

"How do you want to die?"

"So, I'll throw you into the ultimate void you've created to experience eternal solitude?"

"Or... shall I give you a minor role, and in your own novel, you'll be slapped to death by some unknown powerful figure who happens to be passing by?"

"I... I am..."

Looking at Jiang Mo's ambiguous smile, the author finally broke down and burst into tears.

"Boss! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"I have an 80-year-old mother to support, and a three-year-old child to raise. Uh, I also have a mortgage and car loan to pay!"

"I will never dare to do it again. I will never dare to add any final boss to your account again."

"I'll write it for you! I'll write you an invincible, happy, perfect, and perfectly happy ending, okay?!"

Jiang Mo shook his head speechlessly as he looked at the creator god who was crying his eyes out.

"I will write my own ending."

"As for you..."

He thought about it.

"Death is too good for you."

"As punishment, you shall... finish writing this book properly, diligently, and continuously."

"How about...20,000 words a day?"

Author: "...Huh?"

He was stunned.

Daily updates... 20,000 words?

This is worse than killing him!!