Kicking the Dominator Around Like a Ball-What Kind of High-End Match Is This?

The God of All Machines' pink shell looked especially glaring beneath the Abyss's dark crimson glow.

Its massive computational core was frantically processing hundreds of millions of cross-planar communication protocols.

Streams of scorching white smoke blasted from its vents.

Yang Yu raised his foot and nudged its metal base with the sole of his newly changed sneakers.

"Quit dragging your feet. Is it connected yet?"

"Connected. Three thousand four hundred major planes and one hundred seventy thousand secondary planes across the entire universe, including those Half-god Divine Kingdoms hidden within spatial rifts, have all been forcibly linked to the highest-authority channel."

The God of All Machines' voice carried a sense of utter resignation. Humiliated code flickered in its Electronic Eye.

"Read the script," Yang Yu ordered.

A ring of red light flashed across the pink mechanical head.

Then, every living being, Deity, and machine in the entire universe capable of receiving information heard an emotionless synthesized electronic voice explode in their minds at once.

"Attention, residents of the Myriad Worlds. This is the Abyss First High School Demolition Office. I am Principal Yang Yu's dedicated communication device."

"In response to the call for universal resource integration, the Abyss will soon begin a comprehensive relocation project. As for holdouts, our policy is: leave no survivors, leave no blind spots, leave no room."

"If you do not wish to relocate, please kill yourselves on the spot immediately to avoid wasting our time. Those who cooperate will receive free accommodation from the Abyss."

"I repeat: fellow villagers, open the door. We're here to bring you warmth."

The entire universe fell silent for two seconds.

Then pandemonium erupted.

Countless Old Gods barely clinging to life awoke from their slumber. Ancient races deep in the starry sky watched the idols atop their altars crack apart