The shifting mosaic of colors that was Dies Martin darted around Obsidian Hall, warping space wherever he went.
"Shadow! The Main God Realm is fucking incredible!"
Dies Martin's voice came from every direction. One moment it was male, the next female, and even its pitch kept changing.
Qin Chuan pulled out a chair and sat down, patting the armrest.
"All right, stop showing off and drop the disguise." Qin Chuan leaned back. "The True God Origin pushed your Authority of Lies to its peak. How do you feel now?"
The mosaic contracted sharply. Dies Martin became a pale man in a tailcoat again, though two short Dark Gold demon horns now protruded from his head.
He reached up to touch a horn and flashed a grin that practically begged for a punch.
"I could post a System Announcement on the World Channel right now, and Apocalypse couldn't stop me." Dies Martin snapped his fingers. "If I wanted, I could forcibly implant a false chain of cause and effect in someone's mind. Make a high-ranking god genuinely believe he's a newborn baby, for example, and his laws would collapse on their own."
Beside them, Season Star sprang from her rocking chair.
She raised a hand, and streams of dark-blue data wove rapidly around her fingertips.
The heavy-metal rocking chair she had been sitting in instantly broke apart into a mass of flickering zeros and ones.
The code then reassembled in midair. With two sharp clicks, it became a Particle Floating Cannon over two meters tall.
Its barrel swung halfway around before dispersing into a swarm of Nanomachine insects that burrowed back into Season Star's palm.
"Boss, Logic Heaven is ridiculous." Season Star swallowed hard, her usual carefree manner gone. "I can forcibly rewrite the basic structure of matter within a small