"Let's begin."
The Multiverse war comes swiftly and departs just as fast.
Yet now, all World Groups are experiencing a headache.
Originally, a part of their essence was taken by the Filthy Sun, and now they must continue to invest more.
Moreover, the invested essence has to be locked in Genesis; otherwise, it's impossible to effectively influence Genesis.
Segments of essence are severed and invested into Genesis.
The speed of that glorious great sun's chaotic expansion hasn't slowed down in the slightest but has intensified.
Clearly, it's not enough.
"Increase the effort, hurry if you don't want to die."
All World Groups could only sigh again, continuing to merge more essence within.
As countless essences converge among them, although the great sun is still expanding outward, it has transformed from chaotic to orderly.
...
Meanwhile.
Inside Genesis.
The power of chaos is constantly growing.
Chloe feels himself immersed in a long slumber.
