My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 592 - 553: Supervisor, Brick Moving

Like the Twilight of the Gods, the cosmos ushered in an unprecedented mythical spectacle.

Rustle, rustle!

A swarm of ants shuttled in and out of a hornet's nest, transporting matter, tearing the wall membrane. The cosmos was rapidly shrinking.

"Truly spectacular."

"Thanks to my buddies for helping me move things out, clearing furniture and clutter, so I can renovate my room."

Li Qing quietly ate some melon, watching this scene unfold.

The entire cosmos's civilization served as free labor, cleaning up the site for me.

Who else could achieve this?

The mental institution is under construction!

But that's just boasting.

Emotionally intelligent view: Free labor moving bricks for me, rebuilding my homestead.

Low emotional intelligence view: I can't beat them; they can steal as much as they want.

Over the long years, only 50% of the cosmos remained, with the rest being boundless space fragments, and now it's decreasing crazily.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years passed.

During this period, Li Qing occasionally checked in, did a bit of secret research, and then visited his hometown on Earth, knowing the mental institution's construction was such a massive undertaking, not done overnight.

Yet, now it stands at 40%.

The speed surprised Li Qing, silently watching and supervising like a contractor from the shadows.

He thought it would take tens of thousands of years to reach 40%. Given the universe's size, everyone working together on the cleanup shouldn't be too fast, but he didn't expect them to be so fanatical.

They even opened arms factories and went on a frenzied military expansion, competing over who could loot more. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The stolen matter was used to construct various mining mecha, creating a snowball effect.

This made Li Qing sigh, realizing zero-cost acquisition and freebies indeed stir the greatest enthusiasm.

Li Qing was one to repay kindness, since the workforce was so diligent, the future mental institution could accommodate them for free, offering several treatment sessions.

At the same time, the explosive power of the Technology Side left Li Qing speechless. While he painstakingly developed the Super Space-Time Minecart, others effortlessly produced a bunch.

This made him quell his slightly inflated sense of self.

Despite the teasing, these people truly impressed.

Even if he jumped back and forth, digging holes, he was ultimately an insignificant insect; for the colossal civilized forces in this cosmos, he could be crushed easily.

He was merely the fuse, merely luring the enemy in.

Despite showcasing the germination of the Extraordinary System on this cosmic canvas, and tricking them into investing in the Extraordinary System, he couldn't control them.

After all, training in the Extraordinary System didn't make them his subordinates, and converting them completely was clearly impossible.

Not even making them subordinates, they freely exploited his Extraordinary System, resulting in massive losses.

But how could one catch fish without bait?

At least first convert them to the Extraordinary System, let them step through this extraordinary door, then discuss further.

At this moment, even if Li Qing was a bit dense, he somewhat sensed that he was favored by destiny, a child of fate.

He was bringing a historic transformation to the Extraordinary System!

Just like historical scientific greats who heralded the age of fundamental physics, enabling civilization to unlock future possibilities.

Similarly to Professor Wales, who ushered in the era of subspace technology and bio-genetic technology on Earth, akin to the Emperor initiating the Martial Arts Civilization...

Li Qing was the same, only the civilization era he was inaugurating was slightly grander.

Yet pushed to the forefront, the benefits were vast, but it also made him more susceptible to being toppled!

Just like emperors in history: you ascend the throne...

Can you sit firmly on it?

This is a real problem; all the ministers below are eagerly seeking ways to pull you down.

The first generation often meets a swift death, only the second generation can truly succeed.

Countless histories elucidate one truth: in the era of contention among warlords, the first to declare themselves king gets beaten down; waiting to declare is the true path to kingship.

Li Qing now found himself in such an awkward position.

"However, it seems I'm not the first generation; the first was Ning Guochang... He died, I took his power, and if I get killed, countless people will covet and seize my power, becoming the third generation."

Li Qing's thoughts were quite straightforward.

Seizing imperial power is destiny; being killed for it is nothing more than foolishness.

Better to endure quietly!

Continue wearing disguises, hiding in the shadows, not letting them catch the real me.

In the end, watching these frenzied brick movers, Li Qing could only silently sigh, "I'm just a fuse, the era is now open for you; enjoy your feast, great ones."

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Five hundred years have passed since the opening window of the cosmos era, a burst era destined to be recorded in history.

With Li Qing causing chaos, the extraordinary inexplicably began to gestate.

And as the territorial expanse shrank, people discovered the existence of a Fist Shrimp Civilization, a suspected mysterious civilization pulling the strings.

The Power Council crazily rushed to attack, determined to eradicate this mysterious hand behind the scenes.

Their hatred for Li Qing, the historical arch-traitor, was deeply ingrained and intense; they wanted to eliminate this treacherous mastermind.

When they arrived at the hole-digging base left by Li Qing.

"Creator God?"

"My heavens, a race of creation? Compiling life?"

"Inconceivable power."

Seeing this civilization, countless people became fervent.

They easily annihilated this civilization, capturing most of its top officials.

They plundered cells, transforming into second-generation Creator Gods, endowed with creation power, exceedingly delighted.

These second-generation gods would become the source of the extraordinary races within this ever-shrinking universe.

The Creator God belonging to this universe has appeared.

"What a fury!"

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Tang Xia was feeling quite furious as he watched his home being attacked again, and he declared with a vengeance, "I will come back for revenge!"

He held grudges deeply, having previously avenged the murder of his race's second-generation emperor, and now with the extermination of his race, he would never rest.

He began to escape frantically outside the subspace.

Fortunately, the sea fragments of subspace were vast and massive, and while hiding in the ocean, many of the universe's powerful figures began to chase and hunt him, but he managed to escape multiple times.

He, like his Earth God father Barro, became one of the two major fugitives, with countless people wanting the secrets they held.

Turning into Li Qing's decoy, the first layer to attract attention and become a scapegoat.

"However, this guy is also a vengeful hothead, are you another Black Star?"

Li Qing was slightly speechless at the sight before him.

Black Star researched the realm of herbs, while Tang Xia explored the weapons domain, indeed a pair of matched talents.

If these two nonsense makers encountered each other, they would surely sympathize and team up to harm others, indulging in wild antics.

Li Qing quickly shook his head, "But that's impossible."

Currently, Black Star and others at the Spirit Crystal Wall Hospital were all camouflaged by Li Qing, making them very difficult to discover.

Until today, the "Crystal Wall" had not been seen by the world.

It's not time to build houses yet; even if built, they would be attacked and dismantled for research.

Li Qing had the self-awareness not to confront these influential figures directly, letting them develop the extraordinary system while he followed behind stealthily plagiarizing.

Once the cosmos shrinks enough, he would start to sneak attack, build crystal walls, filling the entire universe.

As they now relocate with more than 90% of the matter from the universe, outside looking at this "Crystal Wall house" inside the universe, they could only be dumbfounded, feeling inexplicably helpless.

How would they attack me?

Inside the universe, he was invincible.

Once I construct the small universe filled with crystal walls, even if a mere Divine Level dared to enter my Crystal Wall Universe, they would meet their end no matter how strong they were!

They would all obediently watch lying prone in the corridors outside this huge crystal wall room.

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In the cosmos, at the Power Council.

"The shrinkage speed of the universe has indeed slowed a lot."

"Five hundred years have passed, and the universe has only shrunk to 34%."

At this moment, voices came one after another.

Numerous council members continuously exchanged views, each of them incredibly powerful, with a single word capable of influencing countless galaxy civilizations within the universe.

"Indeed, the mining speed has slowed." A council member spoke, "Theoretically, this is like a snowball effect; the more resources, the more mining machines are built, and the faster the mining should be."

"But ultimately, it's just theoretical speed; it overlooks human nature."

The crowd continued to exchange views.

Previously, when the area was larger, they mined separately without clash, but as the area kept shrinking, the chance of encounters increased.

It's like the poison circle in a "battle royale" game, constantly shrinking, causing everyone to pick up weapons and shoot at each other, snatching each other's materials.

Taking the opportunity to weaken enemies, kill opponents.

And it's worth mentioning.

As the universe's area shrinks, acquiring Creator God's cells led to a rapid transition to single-soldier combat within the extraordinary system, gradually eliminating technological armies.

Through mutation, they transformed their mecha pilots from mortals into extraordinary creatures.

A screen appeared before the eyes, displaying the universe strategic map.

An old man analyzed the war in this command room: "When the universe's area reduces further, the advantage of individual kings within the extraordinary system will become increasingly evident, leading to more extraordinary systems in the universe."

"It's the trend, with smaller areas demanding elite military routes." Someone next to him nodded.

"The trend, is this the plotting of that mysterious mastermind? To shrink the universe and let an appropriate extraordinary system emerge? What exactly is his goal?"

"I believe this is to let the universe fully explode this so-called extraordinary."

"The Creator God can create species, and perhaps this is his legacy for us."

Everyone continued to discuss, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

A certain entity crazily opening holes, resulting in the universe shrinking, paving the way for a suitable extraordinary version to appear, clearly exhibiting premeditated scheming.

The scheme runs deep.

This person is simply cunning and insidious, weaving everything seamlessly.

What troubles them most now is the universe's membrane ripping, indicating the fourth level is beginning to diminish and may even become extinct!

Without the cosmic membrane, they couldn't temporarily break through and transform into "Ultraman."

Although they are strategically stockpiling ripped cosmic membranes, stacking and storing them like chips in special chip tubes, they ultimately have a shelf life.

Once torn down, it wouldn't last long.

That signifies the cosmos dropping to the third level, the fourth-level rule civilization will no longer exist.

"Is this letting our civilization regress, like a planet's oil being completely used up, rendering fuel-powered cars unable to start."

"No, we shouldn't be so pessimistic; perhaps it's pushing us to transition to the extraordinary system and research the fourth level belonging to the extraordinary system?"

"The fourth level of this system? How to research it? The fourth level requires the cosmic membrane, which will soon be exhausted, and it's all been snagged by us. Could their extraordinary system potentially create a cosmic membrane?"

Their unease grew intense.

As resources were being stolen madly, the civilization level would fall to Divine Upper level three, with no one seeing where the future path lay.

They had only just glimpsed a corner of the extraordinary system.

But what could be done now? The fourth level on the technology side was about to become utterly extinct, forcing them into researching the extraordinary system.

Moreover, the extraordinary system was indeed mysterious and novel.

A free system, it was something they couldn't miss; everyone knew that whoever killed the founding ancestor of this extraordinary civilization, would later ascend without knowing who would reign supreme.

The opposing side was evidently the target of widespread criticism, necessitating such hiding.