"Another new type of attack."
Black Swan's voice was faint and drifting, no longer carrying the playful teasing she usually had.
"…Everyone present has, more or less, some kind of similar trump card or backup plan, but…" Taravan hesitated, words trailing off.
But none of them possessed anything with such overwhelming destructive power.
Crossing three galaxies and spreading into several surrounding ones, everything in its path was erased without leaving even a trace of stardust. A massive rift spanning multiple star systems was born just like that.
There were no words.
Every faction had its own means of unleashing attacks capable of destroying such a scale. The differences lay only in cost and aftermath. Those were all purely brute force methods.
Even attacks infused with the power of Paths carried no special effects, they were nothing more than raw destructive power.
Yet this rift before them rendered space and time meaningless within it. Anyone who stepped inside would inevitably lose themselves, never again finding the way back.
One could foresee that in the visible future, this place would become a major forbidden zone of the cosmos, a place no one would dare approach.
Terrifying, beyond measure.
As for the true culprit behind this attack, no one discussed it anymore. Under an assault like that, let alone a Lord Ravager, even two or three Lord Ravagers working together would not survive.
Even if that Lord Ravager had fused the legacies of Quantum and the Emperor, survival under such an attack would still be impossible.
"As expected… how utterly perfect."
Just as everyone was fretting and nursing headaches over this artificial rift, a voice filled with delight rang out beside them.
Turning their heads in confusion, they saw Ruan Mei gazing obsessively at the spatially rift.
This is bad. They forgot that she was present.
"The cosmos is vast and full of wonders, but this is a bit beyond the syllabus," Herta muttered, rubbing her brow, her smile impossible to suppress.
An attack that destroys space and time had already exceeded conventional boundaries.
One could say that the memory preservation of the Garden of Recollection was a joke in the face of such an attack.
Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but the truth was not far off.
The Garden of Recollection follow Fuli, and their vow rests on memory without end. Time and space hold no meaning.
And now, Godzilla had fired an atomic beam that destroyed the space and time of three galaxies, forming a complete spatially chaotic rift that would become a forbidden zone in the future.
And now, such a perfect research subject was delivered right to her doorstep. What did this mean? Herta truly was truly blessed, even fate stood on her side.
But where was Godzilla, the one responsible for all this?
…
"Wow, a blow that destroys space and time."
The man holding a mask spoke in exaggerated amazement. Though his face could not be seen, his posture made it obvious that he was utterly delighted.
"Hehehe, can the machine-head calculate that?"
Laughter echoed across the starry expanse as Aha laughed wildly, not forgetting to mock his friend.
Long ago, Aha had already struck up a relationship with Godzilla.
Back then, he was curious whether the Aeon of Erudition could predict Godzilla's future growth and the more interesting things that might happen.
Judging from the outcome, hehe, that machine-head could not.
Not just the machine-head, even he himself never expected Godzilla to be hiding something like this.
Incredibly bold. Godzilla shot him a glance, clearly unimpressed by this spectator who loved chaos.
From the first moment he saw him, Godzilla understood how Irontomb managed to enter the Quantum Sea.
So there was this bastard pushing things along behind the scenes. As expected, those who never show their faces are all bad news.
As for what problems the aftermath of that atomic beam might bring, what did that have to do with him?
Setting aside the rage of being trespassed upon, his actions had eliminated a major threat to the cosmos. He was fighting for the cosmos.
…
The Astral Express.
"You're finally back!"
The moment they returned to the carriage, they saw Pom-Pom with tearful eyes, ears drooping, looking at them as if they were it's last pillar of support.
"Pom-Pom, what happened?!" Seeing it like this, March 7th rushed over in a panic, crouching down carefully.
In the middle of the group, Pom-Pom sniffled, forcing back its sobs. "Just now, just now it was so scary. The Express completely lost contact with the Astral Rail. I almost thought something went wrong with the Express."
It was obvious Pom-Pom had truly been frightened this time. It even forgot to add its usual 'Pom'.
"Oh come on, everything's fine now. Let big sister give you a hug. It's okay, it's okay."
Himeko softly comforted it. "That attack was launched to protect the cosmos. It's over now, the enemy has been dealt with. It won't happen again."
As Pom-Pom gradually recovered from the shock, Himeko turned to look at the pensive Welt. Dan Heng stood beside, silently deep in thought.
"Welt, you've looked troubled since earlier. Was there something wrong with that attack?"
After all, an attack that destroyed space was far too horrifying. If there were hidden issues, it would be understandable.
In fact, if that attack did not contain deeper implications, that would be the real problem, and Himeko would be even more worried about potential repercussions.
"Did that attack have serious side effects? Is it dangerous?" Stelle perked up nervously.
"Uh…" Welt smiled helplessly after a brief pause. "There are indeed some things I want to discuss. That environment wasn't suitable for it. Now that we're back on the Express, I can explain properly."
In the observation car, everyone took their seats.
Pom-Pom had returned to its most serious conductor mode, hands braced on the table, face stern. "Next, Passenger Welt will explain what that terrifying thing just now was."
It had never suffered such injustice before.
As the proud conductor of the Astral Express, even the worst Trailblazers could be disciplined properly, yet it had been scared like that. Absolutely unacceptable.
Welt supplemented some basic knowledge about the atomic beam.
Pom-Pom nodded thoughtfully. "I see, Pom. So it directly destroyed space and time. No wonder the Express became unstable."
Even a Stellaron during a jump would force an emergency stop, let alone an attack that shattered space and time itself.
"Thank goodness that attack wasn't aimed at the train," Pom-Pom said, its face turning pale as it patted its chest, lingering fear evident.
"If it were only that, it would be fine, but that atomic beam made me think of something else."
Frowning slightly, Welt continued. "Do you all remember that I mentioned before, in my world Godzilla is a fictional character?"
Everyone nodded.
"Because in my world, Godzilla is a fictional creation, its growth process has always been a mystery. So when Godzilla displayed various Godzilla abilities, I only speculated that it was one type of Godzilla individual."
"There are many such individuals. They are powerful, but still barely within the bounds of understanding."
"But there is one kind of Godzilla that I find truly unbelievable."
"Singularity Godzilla."
…
A singularity is a special concept.
Generally, it refers to the point at the beginning of the universe, born at the moment of the Big Bang. You don't need to remember much, just one word.
Infinity. That is the term most often associated with singularities.
"Likewise, in my understanding, Singularity Godzilla also carries this word…"
Welt then began explaining the concept of Singularity Godzilla.
Manipulating reality, endlessly growing and evolving, a higher-dimensional existence, past, future, present…
As these terms piled up, a preliminary image of Singularity Godzilla gradually formed in everyone's minds.
That was…
"So cool!!" Stelle raised both arms, cheering.
"Isn't this insanely cool? Past, present, future, and every possibility. This is even more outrageous than the settings of those interstellar dramas."
"The difference is, those are fictional, or adaptations of reality. But Singularity Godzilla might actually exist." Himeko said solemnly.
Singularity Godzilla. Just hearing the name and description was enough to make one's limbs go cold. It was hard to imagine such an existence.
This was far beyond most people's comprehension.
To be honest, even anime protagonists usually only get such absurd settings at the very end. Few writers would dare go this far.
Yet such an outrageous setting might truly exist in reality.
That feeling was…
"Indeed, if such an existence truly exists, it would be far too advanced for the cosmos," even Dan Heng had to admit.
Would that not mean every action and thought you made was already known to it? Whether the next moment would bring sorrow or joy, someone would always know before you.
Just imagining it was suffocating.
"But what if it's just a coincidence? You also said there are many Godzilla individuals. Why jump straight to Singularity Godzilla?" March 7th asked.
Welt took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
"Because the purple atomic beam, that ability is exclusive to Singularity Godzilla."
What followed was a blur.
In the end, almost everyone looked dazed, like a bottom-ranked student confronted with an afternoon's worth of theorems from a math prodigy. They didn't understand it, but they could feel the vastness behind it.
"These are only speculations. Until confirmed, it's best not to spread this," Himeko sighed, rubbing her aching brow.
After all, if Singularity Godzilla truly existed as Welt described, unless it deliberately revealed itself, they would never discover it.
Of course, there was another possibility.
Singularity Godzilla had already appeared, and the Godzilla that emerged on Jarilo was merely its anchor in this universe.
…
The spatially chaotic zone.
Louis Fleming gazed at the rift that continuously generated strange force fields, stroking his beard.
Having lived for over seven hundred Amber Eras, Louis held an extraordinary status, one even rumored to be the most wealthy man in all cosmos itself.
Yet even he had never witnessed such a scene.
Space and time, two highly abstract concepts, had been stripped apart before his eyes, manifested, then stirred into complete chaos.
Even the most steady man would feel his scalp go numb when faced with such an unprecedented situation.
So this was the reason behind that choice… Louis Fleming only believed in Preservation, in Qlipoth.
His faith in the Amber Lord was unshakable. No existence in the cosmos could rival him on the path of belief. That was his confidence.
He supported Qlipoth's decisions with absolute conviction. Otherwise, he would not have taken Taravan into the IPC.
Now, he was very curious. What kind of hidden force could drive such a choice?
Simply unheard of.
"Chairman." Behind him, Diamond and Taravan appeared at some point, greeting the legendary chairman.
At their level, the existence of this legendary chairman was no secret.
Louis Fleming was indeed still alive, and very much so. He simply had not stirred the cosmos for a long time.
As he put it himself.
"The cosmos is already lively enough. A man like me should just retire peacefully. Without new divine revelations from the Amber Lord, don't come bothering a retired old man."