"This Galaxy is so inferior, so filthy. It will return to its primordial state, then be reshaped anew—"
Once such a thought appeared in Ron's mind, it inevitably began to spread.
He felt no resistance to it whatsoever. In fact, he believed it was only right that this should happen.
As for the mass extinction that returning to the primordial state would bring about, Ron felt neither sympathy nor emotion.
He stood above all things, the sole ruler of the Galaxy and the Warp, looking down upon everything in the world.
To him, those lives were no different from ants in a sandbox. After clearing out the sandbox, couldn't he simply replace them with another batch of ants?
Besides, it would not be the first mass extinction in the Galaxy. Several had occurred before, with race after race submerged beneath ancient history.
That was their destined fate.
Making the Galaxy and the Warp return to their primordial state was not destruction. They would never truly be destroyed; they would merely be readjusted, replaced with a new batch of better, more suitable lifeforms for this universe.
In Ron's eyes, that was rebirth. As the Primordial Destroyer, he would create a better world to face the enemies beyond the Galaxy.
They were the beings truly capable of devouring the Galaxy and the Warp completely.
If the Galaxy and the Warp returned to their primordial state, their energy, raw materials, and living matter would remain, allowing new life to be born and vitality to flourish once more.
But if they were plundered by forces beyond the Galaxy, all energy and matter might be devoured.
Then this region would become utterly silent and dead, incapable of nurturing any life, while he would be trapped forever in this desolate cage!
"Without question, returning to the