Lin Qiye steadied his mind, taking the initiative to "look" at his surroundings for the first time.
There was no light here, no matter, only endless "possibilities."
Time, space, matter, energy... the prototypes of all concepts churned together chaotically like a boiling pot of thick soup.
This was the universe's most primordial "asset library."
No longer lost, he actively reached out with his "hand" constructed from the laws of blocks.
He grabbed a chaotic vortex representing "gravity."
That power was violent and disorderly, enough to instantly tear apart a star.
But under Lin Qiye's will, the laws of blocks forcefully intervened, beginning to analyze and reconstruct it.
The chaotic vortex was forcibly "translated" into logic he could understand, ultimately transforming into a tranquil block that branded itself onto his consciousness.
Then, he mastered it.
At the same time, Ian's "formatting" process was advancing at a frantic pace.
Lin Qiye could "see" the boundless ocean of chaos being rapidly devoured by a pixelated wave.
Twisted mountains were corrected into neat geometric shapes, and frantic energy flows were untangled into orderly circuits.
Lin Qiye fell into a frenzy of comprehension.
"Repulsion," "entropy increase," "weak interaction"...
One chaotic concept after another was captured, analyzed, devoured, and mastered by him.
His consciousness expanded and ascended at a visible rate.
His perspective was no longer confined to a single point; it began to elevate, like an eagle overlooking the earth.
He could simultaneously perceive the birth of one star and the death of another.
He could "hear" the harmonious and precise song of the underlying logic as galaxies rotated.
On the bridge of the flagship *Unyielding Truth*.
A trace of indiscernible emotion flashed through The Emperor's golden eyes.
He acutely sensed that the source of the Information Plague, which had been spreading like a virus through the fleet's psionic network, was rapidly weakening.
He cast his will toward that sea of concepts, only to discover in surprise that the purifying power was not coming from Ian.
Rather, it originated from... Lin Qiye's direction.
A brand new, grandiose will, as pure as the birth of the universe, was awakening within the ruins of chaos.
Lin Qiye's consciousness traced the veins of countless concepts, flowing upstream.
Finally, he touched a warm, tranquil core that seemed to be slumbering.
The moment he touched the core, a torrent of memories that did not belong to him—yet felt incredibly familiar—rushed into his mind.
He "saw" the birth of this universe, the first ray of light, the first particle.
He saw the evolution of life, the rise and fall of civilizations.
He also saw how those indescribable horrors from beyond the universe tore open the veil of reality, injecting corruption and madness into this young world.
Everything became clear in this moment.
He was no chosen one, nor was he some lucky child of fate.
He *was* this universe.
He was the slumbering "World Will" that this universe had condensed to save itself after being invaded and corrupted by the Great Old Ones for countless eras.
The block seed Ian had tossed him was merely the key to awaken him.
'I... am the world.'
As this thought arose, Lin Qiye opened his "eyes."
The entire universe, on both the physical and conceptual levels, began to resonate with him at this moment.
Like dust meeting a hurricane, the ancient corruption lingering in the deepest crevices of information, logic, and even matter was instantly swept clean.
The psionic light returned to the eyes of the corrupted Magos. He stared blankly at the blasphemous symbols he had just etched onto the screen, unable to comprehend what had happened.
All the Mental Brands quietly implanted throughout The Emperor's fleet vanished into thin air, like garbage expelled by its master.
Lin Qiye cast his gaze toward the chaotic dream still wrestling with Ian.
He was no longer a plunderer; instead, assuming the identity of the master, he began to take over and rewrite this dream belonging to Azathoth from the inside.
"Thank you for the sparring session," his will calmly transmitted to Ian, who was still enjoying stacking his power.
Ian paused for a moment, then revealed an understanding smile.
"You're awake? Then let's get to work."
Pincer-attacked from both the inside and outside, Azathoth's chaotic dream collapsed instantly, like a program injected with two conflicting lines of code.
"Snap."
Ian snapped his fingers crisply.
He branded a brand-new, meticulously written "dream script" into Azathoth's blank, bewildered origin.
From then on, the Blind Idiot God, the endpoint of the universe's collapse, would be forever immersed in a completely new dream.
It would dream of being in an endless pixelated world made of blocks.
There, its most important daily tasks would be enthusiastically mining, crafting, and building houses with a pickaxe in hand.
It would rejoice over mining a diamond and gain immense satisfaction from building a matchbox house.
It would derive eternal, simple, and pure "happiness" from this.
In the physical universe, Azathoth's chaotic, maddening, and all-destroying origin aura completely vanished.
It was replaced by a peaceful, stable, and even somewhat endearing and silly fluctuation.
The universe's greatest threat had been thoroughly "neutralized" in an almost absurd manner.
With Azathoth successfully "domesticated," the Evil God calamity that had swept across the entire universe was declared over.
The Emperor's Golden Throne quietly returned to the bridge.
The massive bodies of the Infinity Titan and Zambo also turned into streams of light, reappearing below the throne.
The battlefield returned to an unprecedented state of peace and clarity. The starlight was no longer distorted, and not a single trace of maddening whispers could be heard in the cosmic background radiation.
Ian reverted to his human form, stretched lazily, and stood alongside The Emperor in front of the massive viewport.
In front of them, a soft light slowly coalesced.
The light dispersed, revealing Lin Qiye's figure.
His appearance remained unchanged, but his aura had merged with the entire universe. His gaze was profound and peaceful, as if it contained the birth and death of billions of stars.
He had become the true "Lord of the World."
"Thank you for your help."
Lin Qiye, or rather the "Will of the Universe," bowed slightly to Ian and The Emperor, expressing his highest gratitude.
He raised his hand, using the universe as a canvas and starlight as paint, displaying a grand blueprint for future reconstruction in the void.
It was a future filled with infinite possibilities and hope.
The Emperor looked at the blueprint, the light of contemplation flickering in his golden eyes.
He spoke in a deep voice, "I can provide you with a template. Using the Imperium of Man as a foundation, you can build a powerful, unified, and orderly interstellar civilization."
"Iron-fisted rule, unified thought, and supreme authority. This will completely eradicate the soil in which chaos and foreign enemies breed."
Lin Qiye listened quietly, then shook his head.
"I appreciate your kindness, Emperor."
His voice was gentle yet firm.
"But as this universe itself, I would rather see a world where countless possibilities flourish."
"I will grant all surviving races a fair opportunity to develop, allowing civilizations to bloom with more diverse and brilliant radiance through competition and cooperation."
The Emperor fell silent for a moment, gazing at the unquestionable confidence and universal love in Lin Qiye's eyes.
Finally, he nodded slowly, choosing to respect the decision.
He saw a future that might not be as pure or powerful as the Imperium he had single-handedly forged, but one that was grander and much "healthier."
"As you wish."
The Emperor's will echoed throughout the entire fleet.
"The Imperial Fleet will remain here to assist this universe with its initial reconstruction. We shall share our technology and knowledge."
"We are allies, not conquerors."
Watching the planets outside the viewport begin to regain their vitality with the help of the Imperial Fleet, Ian let out a massive yawn, a trace of boredom appearing on his face.
"Sigh, experiencing this kind of universe-level, world-reforging grand spectacle once is more than enough."
He stretched lazily and muttered to himself.
"I still prefer going to those smaller worlds with interesting rules and minor challenges for a 'relaxing vacation' where I don't have to try so hard."