The Whole Universe Fell Into the Trap, but Why Haven't I Graduated Yet?

In the sky, the once-invincible purple crystal shattered into a rain of light.

The light fell upon the Abyss's barrier with a sizzling hiss as the highest-order Cosmic Rules were forcibly assimilated by the Abyss's Chaotic Will.

The Great Universe Will—the "Server"—briefly crashed after Yang Yu blew apart its hardware defenses with a single shot.

"Principal, shouldn't we hurry up and finish this meal before it reboots?"

The God of All Machines poked its pink mechanical head through a crack in the Void. A huge green downward arrow appeared on its electronic screen, with a note below: [Recommended action: liquidate and harvest everything].

"Don't need you to tell me."

Yang Yu stood atop the Abyss and slowly spread his arms, stretching as though he had just gotten out of bed.

But with that motion, the Devouring Progress Bar, stuck at 92%, gave a sharp crack and shattered.

"Come to me!"

A low growl rose from Yang Yu's throat.

Boom!

In that instant, the universe's remaining eight percent of matter rushed toward the Abyss Core like wanderers finding their way home, collapsing inward at a nearly insane speed.

It was no longer being pulled in. The entire spatial dimension was folding.

The Old Monsters hiding in independent planes, hoping to evade demolition by "severing Causality," discovered in despair that even the space holding their planes had become nourishment for the Abyss.

The Star Sea contracted. Light bent.

From the Abyss, the Three Thousand Worlds looked like a wet rag thrown into a spin dryer. Its water—energy—and fibers—matter—twisted together and poured into the Abyss's gaping maw.

"How barbaric. Not a shred of elegance."

Lucifer swirled the fresh spring water in her glass and arched a brow. She could feel the Abyss expanding by the second—not in size, but through a transformation in