"I'm hungry."
Those two words were not transmitted through vocal cords.
They were like two deep-sea bombs tossed into a tranquil lake, exploding directly within the Underlying Logic of the current dimension.
There was no roar, no bellow—only a purely primal, ancient biological need so extreme it was horrifying.
As the countless quantum-state points of light scattered like startled birds, the Abyss Mother Goddess's playful cat-and-mouse attitude finally ran dry.
She was done playing.
For an existence that had slept in darkness through countless Eras and had long forgotten what meat tasted like, watching delicious food repeatedly leap around before her without entering her mouth was a punishment ten thousand times crueler than being imprisoned by Order.
Rumble—!
The Abyss moved.
This was not displacement in the conventional physical sense, but a conceptual "stretch."
The endless Black Mud that had originally coiled around the edge of the universe, expanding wildly like a malignant tumor, began collapsing inward at an insane pace.
This collapse defied the laws of thermodynamics and ignored the formulas of Gravity.
Its mass was increasing infinitely, while its volume was... undergoing Reassembly.
"Warning! Warning! Gravity parameters in this sector are abnormal! Spatial curvature collapsing! Physical Rules failing across the board!"
At the distant border of the Mechanical Empire, hundreds of millions of Deep Space Probes exploded simultaneously within that second. Their vaunted Logic Cores were utterly unable to analyze the scene before them.
The Black Mud, vast enough to cover several galaxy clusters, ultimately condensed into a humanoid form.
A pitch-black, gigantic humanoid silhouette possessing a breathtaking beauty.
She had perfect feminine curves, and her hair cascaded like flowing Star Rivers. The end of every strand connected to the Void, within which countless Resentful Spirits seemed to be imprisoned, screaming soundlessly.
But she was far too large.