Gao Gong naturally had no idea that he had been targeted by the "Vice Squad Commander of the Anti-Pornography Brigade" from his previous life.
But to be honest, if he was targeted, it would have been completely unsurprising.
Under these circumstances, Gao Gong couldn't possibly hold back. And the moment he revealed even a bit of his true ability, he would be targeted 100% of the time.
Take the current situation, for example—
The Space-Time Administration had clearly located a normal stretch of space-time, but when he arrived, what he saw was a newly formed "Paradox Swamp" whose space-time structure had completely rotted away.
Any energy or matter drawn into it would fall into an endless cycle between existence and annihilation.
Gao Gong's gaze sharpened.
He slowly raised his hand. It wasn't the stance for summoning a weapon, but more like the preparatory movement of a musician adjusting his breathing before taking the stage. The red glow of the swarm and the surging radiance of data surrounding him suddenly contracted inward, compressed, and condensed in his loosely clenched palm.
The outline of a "sword" began to emerge. It was not forged from metal, but formed from the purest concepts: one end connected to the absolute rationality and order of "Mainframe Revolution," while the other seethed with billions of cicada cries representing ferocity and evolution.
His will was like a blade leaving its sheath. Facing that chaos that devoured everything, he performed the simplest yet most extreme of actions—a thrust.
There was no sound of wind, no burst of light.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the boiling Paradox Swamp froze instantly, like boiling oil plunged into absolute zero.
At the point touched by the sword tip, the rotten space-time structure was not cleaved apart. It was "denied."
The blade representing "existence"