Public Showdown of Avatars? The Entire Universe Simultaneously Overthinking and Cracking Under the Pressure

Above the sea of stars at the end of the universe, the storm had yet to subside.

The authority cores of the four Aeons of the End hung in the void like extinguished stars, radiating faint afterglows. At the center of the shattered star rail, fifty towering phantom figures emanating different fluctuations of laws stood silently as though the gods had taken their places, guarding the Astral Express at the very center.

The entire known universe's communication network fell utterly silent at that moment.

Whether it was the Interastral Peace Corporation's strategic fleet, the six flagships of the Xianzhou Alliance, or the Garden of Recollection's mirror terminals spread throughout the starfields, trillions upon trillions of living beings held their breath through their Projections, watching that divine throne suspended above the gods.

Herta stood on the ruined deck of the space station, ten mechanical fingers clamped tightly around the alloy railing beside her. The metal joints grated shrilly from the excessive force. General Jing Yuan pressed his palm against his saber, cold sweat covering it, while the phantom of the Divine General behind him did not even dare to condense the slightest hint of form.

Too strong.

So strong that even the Aeons who had ruled the cosmos for countless ages could only become prey stripped of their authority before the Imaginary Divine Court.

On the deck of the Astral Express, the coffee in Himeko's hand had long since gone cold. Welt pushed up the glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, the bottom of his cane sunk three inches into the specially reinforced steel.

"It's over." Welt's voice was dry, trembling with near-exhaustion. "The Express has witnessed the birth of a supreme era transcending all Paths."

Just as the awe and fear of the entire universe reached their peak, that supreme figure in the void moved.

The fifty terrifying Avatars that had overwhelmed the starry rivers simultaneously faded into light, flowing backward like trickling streams and merging completely into the body of the black-haired young man at the center.

Su Chen let out a long breath.

He was simply too tired. Precisely controlling fifty max-level Avatars in high-intensity cross-galactic clashes had nearly drained his mental strength to its limit. Now that the Aeons had fallen, the Stellarons had vanished, and not the slightest threat remained in the entire universe, he could not be bothered to keep up the act.

Su Chen rose from the divine throne and casually brushed the dust from his sleeve. Through the Imaginary light curtain broadcasting across the entire universe, he spoke in a calm tone:

"Everyone, you don't need to keep guessing."

"There has never been any Imaginary Divine Court in the universe. The Female Lord of the Fourth Seat is me, Satoru Gojo of the Seventh Seat is me, and Aizen, Madara, and Esdeath are all me as well."

Su Chen looked at the stunned Astral Express Crew, his expression sincere. "From beginning to end, the Court had only one member: me. Those were merely projections of my clones created through special means. This farce ends here. Everyone, go on about your business."

His cool voice spread throughout the three thousand worlds.

One second.

Five seconds.

For a full ten seconds, a deathly silence as deep as the Abyss enveloped the entire universe.

Himeko froze.

Xingbao's mouth fell open. The baseball bat in her hand clanged against her toes, yet she could not even feel the pain.

However, the expected revelation of the truth did not occur.

After a brief silence, an uncontrollable burst of wild laughter suddenly tore through the void. Aha rolled around laughing deep within an Imaginary rift, that frenzied laughter of joy shattering three dead stars.

Immediately afterward, within the Matrix of Prescience on the Xianzhou Luofu, Fu Xuan's body swayed violently, and a mouthful of blood nearly surged into her throat. Looking at the celestial instrument as it began operating again, her eyes reddened as she muttered hoarsely, "One person transformed into three thousand great worlds and alone severed the Imaginary River. The Divine Lord actually bore the karma of the entire Divine Court by himself."

Jing Yuan abruptly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his expression solemn and dignified. "So that's how it is. The Divine Lord fabricated the guise of the 'gods of the Divine Court' to prevent us from feeling the despair of the gap between us, thereby protecting all living beings."

On the deck of the Express, Herta's Projection flickered violently. Her emotional fluctuations directly melted three remote servers. "Fabricated? Clones? Liar, do you think such a shoddy lie can fool the Genius Society? How could one person simultaneously contain the weight of Preservation, the resolve of Destruction, the absolute zero of Nihility, and pure spatial laws?"

Herta's voice even carried a trace of fervent tremor. "There is only one explanation. Mr. Su Chen is the manifestation of the original will of the Imaginary universe. The Divine Court has always belonged to him alone. He is the source of the Divine Court, the master of all things."

On the Hunters' bridge, Kafka slowly closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling into a pale, self-mocking smile. "Elio, look. The god is comforting us in the language of mortals."

Su Chen stood where he was, looking at the notifications that had instantly blown up in the system's backend. The corner of his eye twitched violently.

[The entire universe's core characters have achieved profound enlightenment.]

[Shock Points have broken through the ten-billion limit. Data overflow detected. The system's core logic is overloaded and shutting down.]

Su Chen rubbed his aching brow, feeling that the entire universe's tendency to overinterpret everything had become incurable.