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

He began to ponder some very profound questions.

For example... why does one plus one equal two?

Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

"Forced intellectual impairment?"

For a moment, Jiang Mo's eyes showed confusion.

[Hehehe, it works.]

Upon seeing this, the Emperor of Plot Collapse let out a triumphant laugh.

[Again, plot-driven death – a forced takeover of the established rules.]

It launched another attack!

This time, it will forcibly change Jiang Mo's basic settings.

[Ding! Character Jiang Mo's settings are being modified...]

[Original setting: The Great Dao reigns supreme, invincible throughout the universe.]

[Current setting: Combat unit, combat strength is only... five.]

"Om-!"

Jiang Mo felt that the vast and boundless power of the Great Dao within his body was being forcibly sealed by an unreasonable force.

His power was forcibly suppressed to the level of an ordinary person.

"This……"

Jiang Mo felt completely empty inside his body, and for the first time, a look of utter disbelief appeared on his face.

This feeling is so novel.

How many eras has it been since he experienced the feeling of weakness?

[Hahahaha! Die! You perfect protagonist I hate the most!]

The Emperor of Plot Collapse grinned maliciously, conjuring a bizarre forty-meter-long sword pieced together from countless fragments of gods from various stories, and slashed it down at Jiang Mo, who had become a complete weakling.

If this strike lands squarely, even Asgard would be cleaved in two, let alone Jiang Mo in his current state.

It seemed that Jiang Mo was about to be instantly killed by a "bug" in the story world he had created.

however.

Jiang Mo smiled.

His eyes regained their clarity.

The confusion brought about by the aura of intellectual impairment vanished without a trace.

Do you think lowering my intelligence and weakening me will work?

His voice remained calm.

"you are wrong."

"Because, I... can also kill off characters like you with this kind of illogical plot twists."

He looked at the forty-meter-long broadsword that was slashing down at him, without dodging or avoiding it.

He simply raised one hand slowly.

Then, he uttered a line that caused the program of the "Plot Collapse Emperor" to crash...

"actually……"

"I was just... suppressing my power."

"Now I am the one who has broken through ninety-nine seals... my final form!"

"boom!"

A protagonist's aura, a power billions of times stronger than before, utterly illogical, full of nonsense and forced elevation of his aura, suddenly erupted from his body.

【? ? ? ? ? 】

The Emperor of Plot Collapse's attack was abruptly halted in mid-air.

For the first time, its brain, composed of countless bugs, returned a 404 Not Found error.

No...it's impossible...

[You...your power...I already...set it to five...]

Why... suddenly...?

"Because I'm the main character, you idiot."

Jiang Mo shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact.

"Isn't it normal and reasonable for the protagonist to unleash their full potential and make a breakthrough during the final battle?"

"You're using a plot device to kill me off, the chosen protagonist?"

"You're... declaring war on the author's favorite son!"

[...Protagonist...Halo...]

The Emperor of Plot Collapse finally understands what he is facing.

That is more unreasonable than any law or concept... the ultimate power!

It's the highest authority that the author bestows upon a character!

It can tamper with settings; it can forcibly reduce intelligence.

However, it cannot erase the protagonist's most fundamental identity.

As long as this identity remains, Jiang Mo has endless possibilities for a counterattack.

"Now, it's my turn."

A kind smile appeared on Jiang Mo's lips.

Looking at the completely bewildered Emperor of the Collapsed Plot, he slowly revealed his own setting.

"I, Jiang Mo, actually have a hidden, ultimate identity that even the author himself doesn't know about."

"That is……"

"The administrator of the dimensional bug!"

【! ! ! ! ! ! 】

The Emperor of Plot Collapse, whose core was composed of countless random characters, emitted a shrill alarm the moment it heard this setting.

administrator?!

What a joke!

How could the protagonist of a story be the administrator of all the bugs?

This is unreasonable, this is illogical.

This...this is the biggest bug in itself!

However, with the protagonist's halo...

This most illogical nonsense has, at this moment, become the most unbreakable truth.

"Now I command you as the administrator."

Jiang Mo pointed at the Emperor of Plot Collapse and said in an unquestionable tone, as if giving an order to a virus:

"Self-inspection and elimination!"

No--!!!

The Emperor of Plot Collapse let out the most desperate and unwilling roar since his birth!

It sensed that its existence was being forcibly...deleted by an irresistible authority from the source.

Its body, composed of countless unfinished stories and abandoned settings, began to dissipate into the most primitive data stream, one by one, like files being cleaned up by antivirus software, and vanished into the sea of ​​dimensions.

It tried to resist, attempting to fight back using its "BUG" power.

But it's no use.

Because its bugs are completely exposed to the administrator.

"So... my greatest enemy..."

"It was...myself..."

The Emperor of Plot Collapse, in his final moments before disappearing completely, uttered a Zen-like... dying words.

Then, it became the ultimate catastrophe that swept across the entire dimensional sea, causing countless story worlds to collapse.

And so, Jiang Mo resolved the matter in a bizarre way—by killing himself.

The entire dimensional sea returned to calm.

Those story worlds that it had devoured and distorted were also repaired and restored in Jiang Mo's single thought.

After doing all this, Jiang Mo clapped his hands, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

The protagonist aura around him gradually faded, and his power returned to the simple and unadorned realm of the Great Dao.

He walked over to Feng Baobao's side.

Feng Baobao looked up at him, her big eyes filled with...stars of admiration.

"Jiang Mo".

"Ok?"

"Hello...you're handsome."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He reached out and ruffled Feng Baobao's hair again.

"Let's go."

"There's nothing fun left in this dimension."

"Let's... go see higher places."

Jiang Mo, with Feng Baobao, left the dimensional sea that had returned to tranquility after the disappearance of the Emperor of Plot Collapse.

They stepped into a more mysterious space.

Here, concepts like time, space, causality, and logic all lose their meaning.

This is the "source of creation," the initial starting point of all stories and all possibilities.