The Gun of Order
"What the hell? Is this a do-or-die gamble? You're already a civilization leader, so why are you still charging in brainlessly?"
When Gao Gong arrived at the ascension route where the "Nameless Fungus Civilization" was located, this was the scene that confronted him.
The galaxy trembled.
This was no ordinary vibration. It was the groan of the foundations of existence itself as the laws of physics twisted.
The light of countless stars was no longer constant. They flickered like guttering candles in the wind, as if the background radiation of the entire universe had become a chaotic, malevolent breath.
Nebulae—the magnificent clouds that had once rotated slowly and nurtured stars—had frozen in place. Their colors had turned into something like rotting bruises, and indescribable, writhing veins showed through from within.
This was the "Nameless Fungus Civilization's" desperate last stand—it was not a war, but a living "Old God tide" sweeping across the galaxy!
The tide's vanguard was a soundless madness.
It did not spread through light or sound, but acted directly upon consciousness itself.
Every civilization with the ability to perceive, whether carbon-based, silicon-based, or composed of energy, felt that indescribable "presence" at the same instant.
It was not an image, a sound, or a smell, but a pure "concept" that crushed reason—an immense entity made of an infinitely proliferating mycelial network, transcending the constraints of dimensions.
Its "whispers" rang directly inside the minds of every intelligent life-form. They were not words, but a direct branding of the universe's emptiness and life's insignificance onto their souls.
Countless civilizations descended into chaos. The minds of their intelligent beings could not process this information, and their rationality shattered like glass. Some civilizations destroyed themselves amid collective hysteria, while others began worshiping the terror that had descended, carving its