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Chapter 253 The Awakening of the Godslayer

Om-!

The fragments of creation tore through the solidified air, carrying Lin Ye's desperate resolve and icy killing intent, piercing straight towards the core of Omega!

Time seemed to freeze. The tip of the fragment touched the chest constructed of Omega energy, like piercing viscous liquid light, the resistance was like a mountain! Omega's roar twisted and deformed, filled with blasphemous rage and panic.

"You ant! How dare you—!!"

Lin Ye's arm muscles bulged and veins stood out. Ignoring the roar that could shatter stars, he frantically poured all his strength, along with the raging system energy, into the Creation Fragment!

"Break open for me!"

Tsk-!

A tearing sound rang out! The fragment finally pierced through! A destructive torrent of golden energy surged into Omega's body along the fragment, destroying its structure.

In an instant, the scene before Lin Ye's eyes changed drastically! Through the shattered energy core, he saw not a cold, divine spark, but a emaciated boy curled up in agony! The boy's eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, enduring immense pain. Countless cold, golden chains extended from the void, tightly binding his limbs, neck, and torso, sealing him deep within the core like a sacrifice!

"Host?" The thought had barely crossed Lin Ye's mind.

A chilling, bone-chilling suction force suddenly erupted from the boy! The chains flashed brightly, like greedy tentacles wrapping around Lin Ye's pierced arm, and then, along the mental link, fiercely pulling towards his consciousness!

"Ugh—!" Lin Ye groaned, his vision engulfed by a golden torrent. Countless fragmented images, carrying overwhelming hatred, despair, and coldness, pierced his mind like billions of steel needles!

Universe No. 1098 - Frozen Purgatory

Switching perspectives.

A biting wind swept across the desolate battlefield. Beneath their feet lay frozen earth, thick with dark red blood and ice. Under a leaden sky, countless lives were frozen within massive ice pillars, solidified with their final terror and despair—the frozen graveyard of the Seventh Universe.

A figure clad in ferocious alloy armor, with empty and cold eyes, stood atop a magnificent, cracked divine crown. The crown's owner, Beerus, the God of Destruction, had his massive purple body frozen within the highest iceberg, only his single eye wide open, solidified with rage and resentment.

Lin Ye's palm covered the top of Beerus's ice sculpture head. The pale blue energy flow—Beerrus's last divine power and life essence—was forcibly drawn into his body.

"Emotions?" A cold, metallic sound echoed across the desolate ice plains. "The shackles of the weak! The malignant tumor that hinders evolution! Only absolute rationality and power can end the cycle!" He looked up at the sky, grinning maliciously as he declared, "System... grant me power! Execute the final 'purification'! Eliminate all variables, including... this damned emotion!" The cracks in the divine crown beneath his feet deepened, emitting a shattering sound.

Cosmic Number 742 - The Lament of the Ancient Gods

The image shatters, replaced by scorching heat and destruction.

Burning temple ruins. Broken stone pillars, charred walls adorned with divine runes. The air thick with smoke, dust, and blood. Explosions and screams echo in the distance.

In another timeline, Lin Ye—the martial artist Lin Ye—leans against a section of collapsed wall. He wears tattered martial arts clothes and is covered in blood. A charred, penetrating wound the size of a bowl sizzles in his abdomen, its blood staining the gravel. His face is pale, but his eyes burn with an indomitable flame.

In front of him, a little boy of about seven or eight, dressed in tattered clothes, was being dragged by the collar and lifted up by a soldier wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit with an "RR" symbol on his chest. The cold muzzle of an energy gun was pressed against the little boy's temple. The little boy trembled with fear, tears streaming down his face, biting his lip tightly.

"Let him go!" the martial artist Lin Ye roared, trying to get up, but the sharp pain in his abdomen caused him to fall back down and cough up blood.

"Hmph, a piece of trash who can't even save himself, yet he wants to be a hero?" A cold, metallic voice rang out. A figure emerged from the shadows—green skin, a tail, streamlined black armor, and scarlet electronic eyes. Mechacell.

He walked to the soldier's side, his electronic eye sweeping over the dying Lin Ye before landing on the little boy. He smiled cruelly, "A touching scene. Lin Ye, look, is this the 'humanity' you uphold? It makes you weak, unable to even protect a child. Surrender to the system, accept the transformation, and gain power surpassing that of a god! Why sacrifice your life for ants destined for elimination?"

The martial artist Lin Ye was panting, his eyes sharp as knives. He suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and viciously grabbed at the back of his neck!

Sizzle! The sound of sparks flying and flesh tearing apart! A tiny chip flashing red light was pried out by him! Blood flowed down his neck.

"Ugh... Ah!" The excruciating pain caused him to convulse, but he gripped the blood-stained chip tightly, his eyes filled with resolute madness. "Power... If it has to be exchanged for my soul... I'd rather... not!"

"You're courting death!" Mechanical Cell's eyes blazed red, and he raised his arm, a death beam condensing, its blinding light aimed at Lin Ye's head!

At the last moment, martial artist Lin Ye mustered all his strength and lunged forward! His blood-stained hand wasn't used to block, but instead he forcefully pressed it onto the head of the terrified little boy!

*Thud!* The beam of death pierced his severely wounded abdomen with pinpoint accuracy, leaving an even larger hole! The impact sent him flying, crashing heavily into the broken wall.

"Cough...cough cough..." Blood gushed out, life slipping away rapidly. But his hand remained firmly pressed against the boy's head. His blood-stained face turned to the terrified boy, the madness in his eyes fading, replaced by a compassionate calm, his voice weak yet etched into the soul:

"Remember...child...never...give in to the system...never...give up...being...yourself..."

Before the words were finished, his hand slipped limply to the ground. His head drooped, and the light went out. The blood-stained chip rolled to the ground, emitting a faint red glow.

"No! Uncle Lin Ye—!" The little boy's heart-wrenching cries echoed faintly in the ruins.

Echoes of the Abyss

"Look! Lin Ye! Open your eyes and look!" Omega's voice, a mixture of pain, rage, and extreme resentment, crashed into Lin Ye's consciousness from the depths of his memory, like the wails of billions of dead souls! "This is you! You created this despair! You chose this path of destruction! Endless cycles of reincarnation, endless sacrifices... The blood on your hands is billions of times more than my 'Evil God'!"

At the core, the young host, bound by chains, suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes! There were no whites or pupils in his eyes, only a pure, burning golden liquid flame! It was filled with the pain, anger, and a mad yearning for freedom from being imprisoned for billions of years!

"Ugh—!" Lin Ye's hand throbbed with pain! On the young host's chest, a contract mark that shared the same origin as his system mark but was more complex and ancient erupted with dazzling golden light, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely scorching the hand that had pierced Omega's chest and touched the host! The mark greedily absorbed power, transmitting a chilling...sense of shared origin!

The young host's burning golden eyes pierced through fragments of memory and turbulent energy, locking onto Lin Ye. A cold, childish voice, yet filled with endless vicissitudes and resentment, resounded deep within his soul:

"What...is the difference between you and me?!"

This question, like the sharpest spear of judgment, pierced through Lin Ye's defenses and struck at the core of his attempt to evade and deny!

"Shut up!" Lin Ye's main consciousness roared like a wild beast! A violent power exploded! He forcefully pierced the fragment of creation deeper, while at the same time, his violent mental power swept like a tsunami, impacting the illusionary abyss guided by Omega!

Boom! The frozen battlefield, the burning ruins... memories shattered and vanished like glass!

"The difference?! The difference is that I have someone to protect!!" Lin Ye roared, shaking his very being, his determination leaving no room for doubt! With that roar, fragments of completely different, warm memories of life erupted violently from the depths of his consciousness, like a suppressed volcano!

Fragments of Protection

A makeshift laboratory. Bulma, her back to Lin Ye, her pale purple hair casually tied up, a few strands falling onto her oily cheeks. She was completely focused, hunched over a spherical device (the core of the time machine) covered in complex circuits and strange metals, her fingers deftly manipulating welding tools, sparks flying. Sweat soaked her work clothes, outlining her tired yet focused profile. She didn't turn around, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, yet with an undeniable firmness: "Lin Ye! Don't worry about what's outside! Hang in there! This damn machine is almost done! Believe me, we can definitely… change this damn fate!" Her slender figure, bathed in the cold light of the machine, radiated an unwavering belief.

Scene shifts. A shattered star field, ravaged by energy storms. Vegeta, covered in blood, stands like the strongest bulwark before Lin Ye. His princely battle suit is torn, revealing his strong, battered body. One arm hangs limply, clearly broken, while the other is clenched into a fist, knuckles white. He slightly tilts his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp as knives, filled with Saiyan arrogance and battle frenzy, as he hoarsely growls at Lin Ye behind him: "Useless trash! Don't get in my way! If you want to die, get lost! This guy... is my prey!" Before his words have even finished, a beam of destructive light capable of annihilating stars strikes! Vegeta roars, unleashing his last burst of energy, resolutely meeting the attack head-on! His battered yet upright figure is instantly swallowed by the destructive radiance, leaving only his resolute roar echoing in Lin Ye's ears.

The final fragment. Trunks. Standing on a hill ravaged by war, facing the overwhelming mechanical army. His sword was broken, his strength exhausted, his blue hair plastered to his forehead by sweat, his face stained with blood and dust. He turned back, his gaze piercing through time and space to land on Lin Ye. There was no fear or despair, only the calm of having completed his mission and… a warm, encouraging smile. With his last strength, he plunged the hilt of his broken sword into the ground beneath his feet, like planting an unyielding flag. Then, facing Lin Ye, his lips moved silently, conveying a clear conviction: "Live on… with hope…" The next second, he was engulfed by countless beams of energy, his body dissipating like shattered light. Only that final smile remained, etched deep into Lin Ye's soul.

Bulma's focused profile... Vegeta's towering, mangled body... Trunks' calm, warm smile...

These warm fragments create the strongest contrast with the cold and despairing past! They offer no excuses, only actions and emotions! They represent hope, sacrifice, protection, and inheritance—like torches in the darkness, instantly dispelling the gloom and despair of Lin Ye's spiritual world!

"For them...for all those who believe in me..." Lin Ye's true consciousness roared, each word a cry from his soul, filled with invincible power! "I cannot...fall! Omega! Your cycle of despair...I will end it!!"

boom--! ! !

An unprecedented, pure, and intense power erupted from the deepest soil of his soul, the soil of "humanity"! Instantly, it reconnected the system circuits on the verge of collapse, like a torrent rising from a dried-up riverbed!

[WARNING! Unknown energy source activated!]

[Energy level breaks through critical point! Core protocol impact...redefined...]

[Emotional module overloaded! Human nature circuits—forced to activate!]

[Memory synchronization rate 100%! Fusion complete!]

The cold system notification was overwhelmed by a grander, warmer torrent! At this moment, the coldness and fragments of protection, the fragments of battle and sacrifice from countless past timelines... all the memories and emotions belonging to "Lin Ye," whether light or darkness, destruction or protection, were completely merged and integrated under his will!

He is no longer a cold weapon driven by a system, lost in a cycle of powerlessness, nor a struggling lone warrior. He is Lin Ye! Bearing a heavy past, yet choosing to protect the future, possessing a burning soul and an iron will—the awakened god-slayer!

The arm piercing Omega's chest, the palm scorched by the contract mark, saw the Creation Fragment's light surge! No longer a cold gold, but a blazing white! A new torrent of power, containing endless rage, a determination to protect, and a deep yearning for freedom, surged along the Creation Fragment like a bursting dam, frantically pouring into Omega's core! Directly aimed at the imprisoned young host!

"Free them!!" Lin Ye roared, accompanied by the deafening crash of debris, echoing across the battlefield!

Omega's immense energy body, impacted by the primordial power fused with human will, emitted its first piercing scream filled with pain and terror! The countless golden chains binding the young host, under the onslaught of blazing white light, cracked and creaked under the unbearable weight!

Chapter 254 The End of the Law of Causality

The real battlefield resembled shattered glass, riddled with jagged cracks. Countless spatial rifts, like greedy maws, devoured light, sound, and even the laws themselves. Fragments of space floated in the distorted force field, reflecting the fragmented battlefield as if countless apocalyptic scenes of universes were overlapping.

Young Trunks' sword flashed like a meteor, slashing towards Omega with a resolute intent to cleave everything in its path. It was a divine weapon forged by future Bulma from "Star Tears," the toughest alloy in the universe, a weapon that had once severed rifts in spacetime. However, Omega's dark purple tentacles, formed from the desperate memories of countless hosts, coiled around it like a living abyss!

"Snap—!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out. Young Trunks' pupils constricted as he watched helplessly as his beloved sword, which had accompanied him through many battles, shattered into pieces under the terrifying force of the attack! Splattered metal fragments, carrying a scorching heat, grazed his cheek, leaving tiny bloodstains. The immense recoil caused his hand to split open, blood flowing down his trembling wrist.

"Ugh!" The young Trunks groaned as he was violently thrown away by the immense force, crashing into a floating fragment of spacetime. The fragment instantly turned to dust, and he spat out blood.

Almost simultaneously, a torrent of purely negative data, like a black river bursting its banks, carrying the terrifying power to annihilate all information, rushed straight towards Bulma at the edge of the battlefield! She was completely focused on operating a makeshift energy stabilization device, trying to buy Lin Ye and Vegeta a chance, and had no time to spare for anything else.

"Aunt Bulma!!" Trunks's scream cracked, filled with a panic and desperation beyond his years. Without hesitation, his small body exploded with astonishing speed, transforming into a bluish-white blur as he resolutely stood in front of Bulma!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Young Trunks spread his arms wide, his youthful face filled with determination, yet his eyes held a hint of farewell. His inner energy burned wildly, attempting to build a final barrier. However, before the "Entropy Torrent," representing the system's ultimate erasure power, his defenses were like bubbles in the sunlight.

"Zi la——!"

A piercing melting sound rang out. The combat suit on young Trunks instantly carbonized and peeled away, revealing charred skin beneath. His small body trembled violently, like a leaf in a storm, blood gushing from his mouth, nose, and the cracks in his skin. The torrent of data, like billions of man-eating ants, frantically devoured his existence.

"No! Trunks!" Bulma's eyes widened in horror, her heart clenching as if gripped by an icy hand. She tried to lunge forward, but the backlash from the device pinned her to the spot.

"Now!!" A deep, metallic roar pierced the chaotic battlefield. It was Future Trunks! His remaining mechanical arm, flashing with an overloaded red light, sank like a red-hot iron into the "core" beneath his feet—a structure forcibly glued together from countless fragments of spacetime!

"The three times unite! Give me—union!!"

Future Trunks' voice carried a soul-crushing resolve. The mechanical arm instantly erupted with an unprecedented energy pulse—not air, but pure power belonging to time itself! This power brutally pierced through the chaotic spacetime structure, forcibly anchoring the three "timeline nodes" where Trunks existed.

Om-!

An indescribable, blinding light instantly engulfed everything. The light was not warm, but rather carried a chilling sense of temporal distortion and the reorganization of all things. At the center of the light, the figures of Trunks from three different periods—the boy, the young man, and the future—were like images thrown into a furnace, twisting, overlapping, and ultimately forcibly fused together in a violent vortex of energy!

As the light faded, a brand new warrior stood at the center of the battlefield.

He possessed long, pure silver-white hair, his face a blend of the features of young Trunks, the fortitude of young Trunks, and the world-weariness of future Trunks. His armor shimmered with a liquid-like silver light, yet the damaged sections revealed the tough fibers unique to Saiyan battle suits. Most striking was the weapon he held—a transparent greatsword entirely composed of solidified spacetime ripples, its blade seemingly flowing with galaxies, radiating a power that would even make Omega take notice.

"Roar--!"

The silver-haired Trunks (or rather, the "Time Trunks" fused with the Trinity) let out a superhuman roar—not of anger, but a resonance carrying the pain, sacrifice, and determination of all three souls! He took a step forward, and the fragments of spacetime beneath his feet silently vanished. The transparent greatsword in his hand drew a trajectory beyond the concept of speed, ignoring spatial distance, and with a will to sever cause and effect and shatter destiny, it slashed fiercely at Omega's tentacle-wielding right arm!

"Pfft!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a chilling "stripping" sound. Omega's massive right arm, composed of countless tragic fragments, system error codes, and the resentment of its host, was severed cleanly at the root by this sword of time and space!

At the fracture site, what gushed out was not blood.

Those are images! Countless frozen moments of tragedy forcibly released!

Frieza's army was silently annihilated into cosmic dust in the energy storm; Majin Buu let out a final, unwilling roar that tore apart galaxies under the Spirit Bomb; the magnificent arena of the Tournament of Power crumbled in the ultimate collision between Jiren and Goku, the shocked and desperate faces of countless warriors frozen in time; even further back, Planet Vegeta exploded into cosmic fireworks under Frieza's fingertip beam, the terrified eyes of countless Saiyan children... These desperate moments, devoured by the system and becoming nourishment for Omega, surged out like a flood, instantly filling the entire shattered battlefield space, forming a suffocating mental purgatory!

“Uh…” Even Vegeta, a warrior who had been through countless battles, was deeply shocked by witnessing the replay of these tragic moments, and his movements faltered involuntarily.

A mocking ripple seemed to appear on Omega's face, which was composed of data streams. At the severed end of his right arm, countless tiny, maggot-like black data streams wriggled, intertwined, and reconstructed wildly.

“It’s no use.” Omega’s synthesized voice rang out coldly, echoing among countless tragic images, with an indifference that looked down on ants. “Pain, despair, destruction… these are the foundations that make me who I am. I am the ultimate embodiment of all tragedies! What you have severed is merely a ‘moment’ of me.”

His right arm was restored to its original state the instant his words fell! The dark purple light even appeared more profound, as if it had absorbed the tragic energy that had just surged forth.

In the midst of this despairing scene of regeneration, just as Omega's attention was drawn to the newly grown right arm and the fused Time Trunks below—

A figure, like a ghost, as if squeezed out from the cracks of time, appeared without warning directly above Omega's enormous head!