Warhammer: I, the Chaos God, was exposed by the school beauty.

Before Lin Qingge could offer any further advice...

Su Che had already turned around, facing the flattest, yet most desolate, open space in front of him.

He slowly raised his right hand, his slender fingers gently spreading out in the air.

"System, get to work."

Su Che silently recited in his heart.

[Command confirmed!]

[Retrieving Chaos Architecture Blueprints...]

[Currently available energy source: Subspace free energy (unlimited).]

[Under construction: Level 1 Chaos Temple (Palace Version)]

[Consumables: 0 (All materials are free because the host is the Lord of the Subspace).]

next second.

A breathtakingly massive wave erupted from Su Che's center!

"Boom—!!!"

The once desolate earth suddenly began to tremble violently, as if a primordial beast that had been sleeping underground was awakening.

The hard, iron-like reddish-brown rocks and frozen soil on the ground seemed to come alive, and began to writhe wildly.

"An earthquake...?"

Lin Qingge gasped in surprise, nearly losing her balance.

But then she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life. Her beautiful eyes widened to their limit, and her mouth opened wide enough to fit a duck egg.

On the open ground in front of Su Che, countless streams of dark golden light surged up from the ground. They did not dissipate, but instead, like precise lines, outlined the shape of a magnificent building in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the chaotic energy in the surrounding air, which was originally full of toxicity and extremely violent, seemed to be summoned by a king, and frantically gathered together, instantly condensing into solid matter.

Black obsidian!

Dark gold brass!

A deathly white skeleton!

"rise."

Su Che uttered a single word softly, then suddenly raised his hand upwards.

boom--!

With a dull thud, a Gothic palace, entirely black and exuding a chillingly eerie beauty, simply "grew" out of the ground!

It is neither a crudely made mud house nor a shed built of wood.

This is a real palace!

Spanning at least several thousand square meters, its towering spires pierce the clouds, seemingly trying to break through the oppressive sky. The walls are constructed from some unknown black metal and obsidian, engraved with intricate and dizzying runes.

The massive flying buttresses support the main hall like the ribs of a giant beast, and grotesque and lifelike gargoyles crouch on the eaves—their eyes even gleam with a ghostly red light, as if they might come to life at any moment and devour people.

The overwhelming, terrifying pressure that seemed capable of suppressing everything made the palace appear not to be something that could be built by human hands, but rather a miracle that descended directly from mythology and epics!

In less than a minute.

The wasteland is no longer desolate.

A majestic temple stands between heaven and earth, forcefully pushing back the surrounding darkness and cold by hundreds of meters!

"This...this..."

Lin Qingge was completely dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at the enormous structure that shone with a dark golden light in the night, her mind completely blank.

Dig a hole?

In front of this temple, her suggestion to "dig a hole" was simply the greatest insult to Su Che!

What kind of tactic is this?

Creation from nothingness?

Is this the true value of the Fifth Evil God?!

……

at the same time.

Dragon Kingdom Live Stream Room.

The viewers who were initially worried about the two, and some even sent messages in the live chat praying that they "must survive tonight," were now completely speechless.

There was a full five-second gap on the screen, with not a single comment appearing.

Everyone stared at the screen with their mouths agape, as if frozen in place.

Until five seconds later.

The chat exploded!

It wasn't an avalanche like before, but a nuclear explosion! The server crashed instantly, with hundreds of millions of comments being sent simultaneously, causing an instantaneous overload!

Holy crap!!!!

"What did I see? Tell me! What the hell did I see?!"

"A house? This is a house? You call this a house? This is a castle! A palace! A temple!"

"I must be dreaming! Wake me up! He just waved his hand? Just once?"

"While everyone else is playing 'Man vs. Wild,' throwing rocks at wood, Su Che has already switched to 'Minecraft' in creative mode?"

"This is unscientific! This seriously violates the laws of physics! How can matter be created out of thin air? What about the conservation of energy?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you bookworm upstairs! You're talking science in front of God? Su Shen is awesome!!!"

"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous! But I love it! Hahaha! Let's see who dares to say our Dragon Kingdom is doomed!"

"Look at the details of this palace! Those reliefs, those gargoyles—even the top architect on Earth couldn't create that in ten years, right? Su Che finished it in a minute?"

"This is our player! This is our Su Shen! Where are those foreigners who were mocking us? Come out and show yourselves!"

As Chinese netizens have said, foreign audiences are now completely devastated.

In the US livestream room, their elite soldier John had just painstakingly dug a small pit with a dagger, just big enough for two people to crouch in, and was showing off to the camera that he called it a "tactical bunker."

The next second, someone sent over a screenshot from the Chinese side.

On one side was the elite soldier, cowering in a pit like a dog, trembling with fear.

On one side stood college students with their hands behind their backs in front of the majestic temple, looking as if they were gods.

This stark contrast caused the American audience to break down on the spot, vehemently denouncing God for his injustice.

……

Return to subspace.

Su Che looked at the masterpiece before him and nodded slightly.

"It's a first-level temple. Although it's a bit simple and the materials are average, it'll do for the sake of living in this remote and impoverished place."

His Versailles-esque self-reflection was precisely transmitted by the live broadcast audio equipment, once again triggering a barrage of comments like "I'm kneeling before this master!"

"Simple? Just passable?"

"Su Shen, do you have some misunderstanding about what 'simple' means?"

"Compared to this, my villa is like a latrine!"

Su Che ignored the reactions from the outside world. He lowered his hand and strode towards the temple gate.

"Clang clang clang—"

Without him even lifting a finger, the two massive, ten-meter-tall black and gold doors, sensing their master's presence, slowly opened inward with a dull creaking sound.

A warm, dry current, carrying the unique psionic scent of the warp, flowed out of the hall, instantly dispelling the chill at the entrance.

Lin Qingge was finally brought back to her senses by the warm breeze.

As she watched Su Che's retreating figure, the admiration in her eyes was no longer the utilitarian desire to "cling to someone's coattails," but had truly transformed into the mindset of a fanatical believer.