Ah! Even the Septic Tanks Have to Be Packaged?

The entire universe's atmosphere changed overnight.

If the Myriad Worlds had previously been a scattered pile of sand,

then now that pile was being frantically shoveled by an invisible hand into a bucket called the "Abyss."

No one dared doubt the significance of that livestream.

The man who had snuffed out the Starry Sky Consortium's CEO like a cigarette butt had proven one thing with facts.

Before absolute violence, any assets, foundations, and backing were as fragile as wet toilet paper.

At the edge of the galaxy lay the Canglan Star Domain.

It was a mineral-rich planet famous for producing high-energy crystals.

At that moment, tens of thousands of Heavy Tugboats filled the space beyond the planet's atmosphere.

Those ships had originally been meant to tow asteroids.

Now, however, they had bound this planet, tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter, like a dumpling.

Massive Gravity Anchor Hooks had sunk deep into the crust.

The steel cables stretched taut through space, producing a teeth-grinding metallic screech.

Inside the Governor's Mansion, chaos reigned.

"Quick, quick, quick! Cut down that crystal mountain and load it onto the ships!"

The Governor of Canglan Star stood with his huge belly thrust out, two buttons on his official uniform already popped open.

He waved an Electronic Whip in his hand, spraying saliva as he directed the engineering crews below him.

The whip cracked through the air, bursting into sparks.

"And that... that ornamental lake! Drain it dry! Not a single drop is allowed to remain!"

An Engineering Minister wearing thick glasses hurried over, drenched in sweat.

His hard hat sat crookedly on his head, while he clutched the gilded Abyss Demolition Office Order No. 1 tightly to his chest.

"Governor, isn't this a little excessive?"

The Engineering Minister pointed at a distant primordial forest that