Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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But the consequences it caused were more terrifying than any stellar explosion.

From the perspective of Deathsong Academy, the supercomputer that embodied Karl's life's work and was hailed as the greatest creation in the known universe was experiencing a chain reaction of data structure collapse. Countless precious data, backups of civilizations, simulations of the future... were all reduced to meaningless gibberish under the real impact from the "imaginary space."

Carl's projection vanished completely with a final, piercing cry of numbers.

To prevent his sacred atom from being completely torn apart by this data storm, he deliberately severed all connections with the Great Clock. This Grim Reaper, who once possessed the ability to see into the past and foresee the future, at this moment became a blind and deaf man with his internet connection unplugged.

He lost his most powerful tool, and he also lost all his arrogance.

The universe returned to that suffocating silence.

All eyes were focused on the large clock, which had stopped collapsing but had become dim and riddled with "data cracks".

Everyone is waiting for the "teacher's" verdict.

The "excellent" evaluation and "figure archive" are still fresh in our minds, so how will Carl's "unsatisfactory" answer sheet be "corrected"?

In the seaside villa, Zhou Ye looked at the screen with a regretful expression.

"Sigh, what a fine calculator, just burned like that, what a pity." He shook his head, as if he were looking at a very talented student who had ruined his future because of a qi deviation.

"This kid is smart, but he's too unbalanced in his studies. He's focused on theoretical philosophy, and as a result, he failed physics."

He picked up the Coke on the table, took another sip, and then said to Feng Shayan, who was already numb beside him, "As a responsible teacher, I can't just stand by and watch my student go astray. I have to help him and correct his ways."

Feng Shayan opened her mouth, wanting to ask "how to correct it," but she didn't dare. She had a premonition that her husband's "correction" method might be even more...unconventional than direct destruction.

Zhou Ye snapped his fingers.

The power of the Law of Reason was activated once again, silently.

This time, his will descended directly upon the large clock that was on the verge of breaking down.

In the Styx Galaxy, all beings spying on this place witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The large, cracked, and dim clock began to "heal itself."

Those data cracks were swiftly smoothed over by an invisible force. Those broken modules were rebuilt. Those chaotic energies were reorganized.

However, everyone felt that something had been permanently changed from its very roots.

On the demon wings, Morgana's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"He's...rewriting the underlying code of the large clock..."

Her voice was hoarse and filled with disbelief.

"That's impossible... The laws of the Great Clock were set by Karl using the highest authority in the known universe, unless..."

Unless, of course, someone has authority over the "known universe".

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the giant clock was "repaired." It started running again, its light even more dazzling and stable than before.

However, in the very next second, new "writings" appeared again in the sky above the Styx Galaxy. This time, the words of light seemed to be projected from the great clock itself.

[An attempt to annotate the solution to Thinking Question 2:]

[Solution method: Data-driven analysis, using simulation results instead of philosophical speculation.]

[Comment: This approach avoids the core issue, attempting to mask its intellectual poverty with the complexity of the tool (the large clock). Equating truth with data is putting the cart before the horse. A truth that even the observer cannot contain can ultimately become an information black hole—a state of absolute, meaningless nothingness.]

Overall rating: Unsatisfactory.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Then, the last line of text slowly appeared.

[Handling Recommendation: Given the student's severe imbalance in academic performance, a system upgrade and curriculum correction will be implemented for their primary learning tool (the Great Clock). Effective immediately, the Great Clock's core operations will be permanently loaded with the constants of Honkai and Humanity. The student must complete one hundred million simulations of overcoming the ultimate catastrophe while preserving humanity and civilization, and submit one hundred thousand feasibility reports. Until then, all other functions of the Great Clock will be locked.]

[— Academic Affairs Office]

When the "handling opinions" were fully revealed, the entire universe fell silent.

Morgana suddenly stood up from her throne, a chill running from her feet to the top of her head.

Murder and kill!

This is truly killing someone by destroying their spirit!

He didn't destroy the Great Clock; he "repaired" it and then turned it into a philosophical shackle of perpetual motion, specifically designed to negate Karl's idea!

Karl, the ultimate believer in nihilism, must, from this day forward, use his most powerful tools to study the "human nature" he so despised, and to solve the "problems" he so desperately wanted to avoid. He is forced to prove himself wrong.

Every calculation, every deduction, is a slow and agonizing torture of his faith.

The clock was no longer a key to emptiness, but a mirror that forever reflected the fallacies of his thinking.

This punishment is a million times crueler than turning Karl into a figurine!

“A madman…he’s a complete madman…”

Morgana sat back on her throne in a daze, and for the first time, she began to waver in her theory of "degradation and freedom".

She couldn't imagine what kind of "homework" this "teacher" would assign her if it were her turn.

Should she experience a hundred million lives of holiness and order? Or should she use her demonic genes to create an absolutely benevolent civilization?

Just thinking about it is more painful than killing her directly!

While the gods of the known universe were still immersed in the immense fear and shock brought about by this "homework correction," the atmosphere in the seaside villa quietly changed.

Zhou Ye looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, feeling as if he had successfully pulled a teenager addicted to the internet out of his computer and enrolled him in a set of "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation".

He stretched and prepared to continue playing with his Unicorn Gundam.

However, a slightly cool, trembling hand gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

It is a sand martin.

The girl, who witnessed everything from beginning to end, was as pale as a sheet, but her eyes were exceptionally clear and persistent. Unlike Keisha, who asked grand questions, or Karl, who tried to rebel, she simply asked the question that troubled her heart most in the simplest and most direct way.

“Sir…” her voice was soft, tinged with a sob, “They…they are the gods of this universe, right? Hua Ye, Keisha, Morgana, 330, and that Karl…”

Zhou Ye nodded, without denying it.

"And what about you?" Feng Shayan's eyes were filled with confusion, fear, and a tiny bit of dependence that she herself didn't even realize. "What... are you? What are you doing all this for?"

This question wasn't disseminated through any high-tech means; it was simply an ordinary girl's most instinctive inquiry into something she couldn't comprehend.

Zhou Ye stopped moving.

He slowly turned around and looked at the girl in front of him, whose body was trembling with fear, yet who still mustered the courage to ask him a question.

The indifferent authority and mockery that he had seen in a "teacher" receded like the tide. In its place was a complex and indescribable emotion, mixed with a little weariness, a little helplessness, and a trace of...homesickness.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his hand, intending to ruffle her hair as usual, but seeing the look of horror in her eyes, his hand stopped in mid-air and instead picked up the "Strike Freedom" Gundam model that had already been assembled on the table.

He looked at the magnificent wings on the back of the model and said softly:

"I?"

"I'm just someone who wants to go home, but can't find my way."

His voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of the sandpiper, and seemed to pierce through the endless void, quietly recorded by some beings who were still "listening in".

"As for doing these things..."

Zhou Ye shifted his gaze from the model to the sea outside the window, which was dyed golden by the setting sun, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

"Just consider it... asking for directions along the way."

Chapter 428 The Next Question

Zhou Ye's casual remark, "asking for directions along the way," was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, stirring up ripples that could not be calmed in Feng Shayan's heart.

She stared blankly at Zhou Ye's profile. The afterglow of the setting sun outlined his gentle features. Those eyes, which had just been indifferent to the life and death of gods and rewritten the laws of the universe, now revealed an indescribable weariness and remoteness.

Nostalgia.

The word popped into Feng Shayan's mind, making her feel a sense of absurdity. A terrifying being who could treat stars like marbles and gods like students, also had a home, also longed for home, and also… got lost.

This discovery, far from bringing her relief, instead instilled a deeper chill in her. A lost soul, in search of their way home, could casually overturn the entire chessboard of the universe. This is far more unpredictable and dangerous than a pure tyrant or a cold-blooded scholar.

Zhou Ye ignored her surprise and turned around, refocusing his attention on the model on the table. He picked up the Strike Freedom Gundam that he had just assembled, his fingers gently tracing the light wing effect parts, as if caressing a rare treasure.

"What a pity, there are no Minovsky particles, otherwise I could have flown around and played with them." He muttered to himself, his tone full of regret.

Feng Shayan stared at him, at the hand that had just crushed the faith of Death God Karl to dust across endless time and space, now carefully adjusting the angle of a plastic model's wings. This extreme contrast nearly shut her down.

On the other side of the universe, the atmosphere is far less leisurely than in this seaside villa.

Angel Nebula, Merlot Heaven.

The surviving angels gathered beneath the throne, each face etched with bewilderment. Queen Keisha's "fall," Hua Ye's "archiving," and Karl's "detention"—this series of earth-shattering events challenged their beliefs, which they had held for tens of thousands of years, in a very short time.

"Sister Yan..."

The angels whispered the names of their leaders.

Angel Yan didn't respond. She simply stared silently at the dimming coordinates of the Styx Galaxy on the star map. She had thought she was about to face a bloody battle against demons and the Taotie, a battle for the survival of civilization. But the appearance of that "teacher" had turned this war into... a classroom test.

The angels seemed to be the first to be questioned, and their answers weren't too bad, yet the teacher didn't give a final evaluation. Were they safe, or was it only temporary? And what would that "teacher" say about Queen Keisha's "just order"?

Yan didn't know. All she knew was that the old order had collapsed, and new rules were being forcibly established in an unquestionable way by an entity they couldn't understand at all.

Earth, Super God Academy.

Dukao and his generals stared intently at the screen, which displayed the final report from various star systems regarding the subsequent changes in the Styx Galaxy.

"The Great Clock... has been rewritten?" A young staff officer's voice trembled. "Its computing core has been forcibly implanted with humanity and decay... What does that mean?"

Ducao didn't answer; he simply took a deep drag on his cigar, the smoke blurring his somber face. He knew better than anyone what this meant. It meant Karl was finished. Not a physical death, but a spiritual and religious imprisonment, an eternal one.

"Where's the rose?" he suddenly asked.

"Reporting to the General, the Rose team members have been locking themselves in the training room for a long time," Lianfeng replied, her tone filled with worry.

Dukao remained silent. He knew that Rose's feelings must be incredibly complex at this moment. The demon queen she longed for, who could bring her freedom and power, was probably waiting for her "judgment" in that cold universe.

Demon wings.

This flagship, which carries both decadence and freedom, is now as silent as an interstellar graveyard.

Morgana sat motionless on her throne, her face, which always wore an arrogant and unrestrained smile, now devoid of any color. Her horde of demons didn't dare to breathe, each bowing their heads and pretending to be an unmoving rock.

The Queen's laughter ceased.

This terrified them more than any enemy fleet appearing on radar.