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Vegeta's pupils constricted sharply. He could clearly feel Bulma's trembling and deep-seated fear behind him. Without the slightest hesitation, without even glancing in Goku's direction, he unleashed a terrifying force in his arm, violently hurling Bulma backward!

"Take her away!" The roar exploded, each word tearing at the throat, an unquestionable resolve, a roar to defend the bottom line.

With a flash of golden light, Goku caught Bulma precisely. His golden eyes burned with the same rage, but deeper within was a heavy understanding of Vegeta's almost final act of entrusting him with a message. He glanced deeply at Vegeta's back, which suddenly erupted with dazzling silver light, said nothing, hugged Bulma tightly, transformed into a golden meteor, and rushed towards the distant dark horizon.

"Omega—!!!"

Vegeta's roar tore through the air. His muscles bulged to their limit, veins throbbing and bulging like angry dragons. This was the most brutal sacrifice! The Saiyan royal blood, hot as boiling liquid explosives, burned and boiled wildly in his veins! The very essence of life was extracted and transformed into a torrent of destruction.

A burst of silvery light erupted, engulfing him. Dazzling silver hair shot skyward, dancing wildly like burning flames. The deep blue aura was replaced by pure silver light, so intense that it caused space to distort and groan.

"Destroy the black hole!"

He slammed his arms together in front of his chest, palms facing each other. The raging silver energy, gained through burning his life force, was compressed and collapsed to its limit between his hands! A miniature black hole, capable of devouring light, instantly took shape, its edges crackling with destructive silver arcs of electricity. This was the manifestation of the pure law of annihilation!

"die!"

With a thunderous roar, he hurled the destructive black hole, which embodied the last glory of life and bloodline, at the indifferent, overlooking light-winged Omega!

Amidst the overlapping, mournful tones of the Omega-like wings, a discordant, gear-like noise was heard for the first time. The right wing, which had covered the sky, no longer spread out freely; instead, it slammed forward, facing the destructive silver-black sphere!

There was no explosion.

At the instant the destructive black hole collided with the Wings of Light, time and space were thrown into a frenzied churning machine.

Vision was replaced by a chaotic, purplish-black storm. Intense friction and collapse at the level of laws! Countless spatial cracks spread and healed like a spiderweb, emitting a piercing "creaking" sound. Light distorted, sound was swallowed, leaving only the vibrations affecting the soul.

At the eye of the storm, Vegeta's silver hair danced wildly, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace from unleashing his power. Fragments of shattered memories, forcibly activated by the collision that shook the very laws of existence, surged into his raging consciousness:

In the cold cosmic dust, a swaddled infant floats. The tiny life form, eyes tightly closed, emits a faint glow, instinctively suckling. At the edge of the blurred, fragmented scene, a female figure slowly dissipates. Her lips move, a weak yet deeply longing and pleading voice piercing through time and space, leaving its mark:

"Don't give up...on humanity..."

The sound, like an ice needle, pierced Vegeta's chest, which was filled with rage! The violently released energy suddenly stopped! The infant in swaddling clothes... the light-winged Omega... the mother's last words... the absurd and terrifying connection made his pupils shrink! The infant wasn't sucking energy... but those final, humane words?!

"Bulma!!" Lin Ye roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot. He watched as the young man, Tekkens, turned to stone and fell, watched Vegeta unleash his final, blood-burning attack, watched the spacetime storm tear apart the altar's remains! Bulma was taken away, but her last place... the altar!

A crazy thought exploded in my mind—sound! The baby was sucking on sound! Bulma's sound!

"The truth is in the sound!!" Lin Ye roared, charging like a cannonball towards the altar ruins being devoured by the storm, braving the spatial turbulence that could tear steel apart!

Debris flew like bullets, and the violent air currents nearly blew him away. All he could see was the rapidly collapsing core. Closer! A massive stone slab inscribed with ancient runes was torn apart by an invisible force, revealing a crushed and deformed metal object beneath!

Bulma's voice recorder! It's stuck in a twisted crevice in the rock, its casing covered in cracks, but a small indicator light stubbornly flashes a faint red light!

Lin Ye lunged forward, ignoring the cuts from the stone edges, and gripped the cold outer shell tightly, pulling it out with all his might!

"Sizzle... sizzle... protect... sizzle... cherish... cherished people... sizzle..."

A broken, extremely distorted female voice, riddled with electrical interference, struggled to emerge. It was Bulma's voice! Her last remaining voice!

This faint yet clear and firm voice was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil.

The instant the sound was heard—

The Radiant Omega, suspended in the center of the destructive storm, suddenly shuddered! The wings of light covering its body trembled violently! For the first time, amidst the wails of billions of souls, a sharp, piercing noise, like the malfunction of a precision instrument, was uttered!

"Wow——!!!"

Almost simultaneously, a powerful, primal cry, seemingly bursting forth from the very core of Omega's massive body! This cry, carrying the unease and yearning of new life, resonated with the voice from the recording pen, "Protect those you cherish," creating a strange, all-pervasive energy resonance amidst the chaotic storm!

The two sound waves collided and overlapped wildly at the level of laws!

On the surface of the light shell formed by the Omega Law energy of the Light Wings, countless fine cracks suddenly appeared and spread! The overlapping declarations were torn apart, leaving only chaotic and sharp screech! The enormous light wings convulsed violently, each flap bringing out uncontrolled turbulence that cut through space.

"Ughh ...

"Opportunity!!" Future Trunks's hoarse, broken voice boomed through the storm! His nearly shattered body was forcibly reassembled by an invisible force, broken bones piercing flesh, and fragments of internal organs dripping out. But his eyes, shining like exploding stars, were fixed on Omega's core, stiffened by excruciating pain and interference!

"Vegeta!!" He roared with his last ounce of strength, his mangled body lunging forward! In the instant he lunged, his body completely disintegrated!

Instead of flying flesh and blood, countless chains composed of pure data streams, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, erupted forth! With a resolute determination to perish together, they disregarded space and laws, precisely binding the violently trembling shell of light! Especially the core area, riddled with cracks, was tightly bound and constricted by layers upon layers of ghostly blue data chains!

"Roar—!" Omega the Lightwing roared in fury, struggling frantically. The azure data link flickered and crackled violently under the onslaught of terrifying energy, seemingly on the verge of breaking, yet stubbornly embedded itself in the cracks of the laws, like a leech, severely restricting its movements!

Vegeta's silver hair danced wildly in the energy storm. His bloodshot eyes held only a pure, unadulterated will to destroy, locked tightly on the core of the light wings that had been temporarily imprisoned by data chains!

There was no roar, no howl. He concentrated all his life, will, Saiyan royal pride, and rage into this one punch! His body transformed into a silver lightning bolt that tore through the chaos!

Time seemed to stretch out. The fist, burning with silver flames, shattered the turbulent flow of spacetime, broke through the barrier of light, ignored the wails of the dead and the laws of petrification, and with an unwavering determination to go down with the enemy, fiercely pierced the core of the light wings that was entangled by the dark blue data chain and riddled with cracks!

"puff!"

A dull thud, like the sound of a fist piercing through tough, decaying leather. The fist sank deep inside!

Time resumes its flow.

Centered on the fist, the core of the light wings of the ultimate law, like a fragile ice surface, instantly expanded its cracks to their limit! Blinding light burst forth wildly from the cracks! Accompanying it was no longer a repetitive tone of the light wings Omega, but an ultimate scream mixed with pain, shock, and anger, emitted simultaneously by billions of living beings!

"Do not--!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the storm and shook the battlefield!

The instant it pierced through the core, Vegeta's dazzling silver hair lost its brilliance at a visible speed! From root to tip, it instantly turned into a lifeless, cold, snow-white!

His tall, upright body swayed violently, the flushed color on his face replaced by a deathly ashen. The skin on his arm, which had pierced through his core, visibly withered and sagged. The Saiyan royal blood that had surged and roared within him had completely burned away, leaving him utterly exhausted!

The silver flames died down, leaving only a mangled body. Strands of snow-white hair drifted helplessly amidst the shrill screams and raging torrents of the collapsing final god.

Chapter 250: The Light of Humanity

The temple groaned and disintegrated in the storm of primordial energy, its massive crystal dome shattering like fragile glass, and fragments of primordial energy, carrying destructive power, poured down like a torrential rain.

The young Trunks' pupils constricted, and he gripped Vegeta's petrified arm tightly, dragging him backward with all his might: "Go!!"

Lin Ye knelt in the center of the altar, his mother's words echoing in a recording. In his outstretched palm, the Star-Eating Infant curled up, emitting a faint whimper like a kitten.

When the baby's icy little hand suddenly clenched his index finger, Bulma's heart-wrenching scream ripped through the communication channel: "Cosmic laws... Cosmic laws are being reconstructed!!"

The entire temple space distorted violently, as if being kneaded and ravaged by an invisible giant hand. Vegeta's signature silver hair vanished completely, as if erased by an invisible eraser, returning to its blinding black. Without hesitation, he bent down and tossed the unconscious Goku onto his broad back, a cold and arrogant smile curving his lips: "Hmph, just retraining."

The group transformed into several streaks of light, rushing towards the wormhole at the edge of the temple, which flickered and contracted like a candle in the wind amidst the violent energy storm.

Future Trunks stood still, his mechanical left arm steadily extending to catch a core fragment of creation falling from the shattered dome.

The fragment was incredibly hot, with liquid spacetime aura flowing along its edges. The violent energy it contained instantly burned through the outermost metal armor, emitting a piercing "sizzle" sound. Blinding blue and white arcs of electricity leaped wildly across the exposed mechanical skeleton.

“It’s time to fix the error.” His calm voice pierced the roar of the collapsing temple, carrying an almost martyr’s resolve. He slammed the fragment, powerful enough to ignite a galaxy, against the core energy furnace in his chest!

"No—!!" Bulma's scream rang out through the communicator, filled with despair.

glare.

An indescribable light, one ten-millionth the intensity of which, instantly engulfed Future Trunks's figure, the collapsing temple, and all concepts of time and space. That light was not merely brightness, but the will of creation itself, the torrent of chaos returning to order, the clarion call for all things to return to nothingness, and the cry of new life.

The seventh universe, Earth.

Beside the Turtle Hermitage, an old tree that had been dead for countless years had a single, breathtakingly green bud on its gnarled and cracked branches. It was stubbornly breaking through the dead bark at a speed visible to the naked eye, trembling as it reached for the long-awaited sunlight.

The apocalyptic scene of the temple unfolded before their eyes. The massive crystal pillars, like ribs broken by giants, groaned and collapsed with a deafening roar, sending up clouds of dust and energy fragments. The solid temple floor beneath their feet undulated and tore apart violently, like a deck in a storm. Turbulent energy transformed into a tangible hurricane, carrying sharp fragments of the primordial crystal, sweeping everything away like deadly shrapnel.

"Go!!" The young Trunks's hoarse roar, a sound of puberty, was almost drowned out by the deafening roar of the collapsing temple. He gripped Vegeta's heavy, petrified arms tightly with both hands, his feet digging into the crumbling ground, dragging him backward with all his might. Sweat and dust mingled, leaving deep furrows on his youthful face.

In the center of the altar, Lin Ye knelt like a frozen sculpture. His mother's words flowed continuously from the small recording pen, gently yet stubbornly carving out a small, quiet corner amidst the destructive clamor. In his outstretched palm, the strangely shaped Star-devouring infant curled up, its body trembling slightly, emitting intermittent, weak whimpers like a dying kitten, its cold little hand tightly gripping one of his fingers, as if it were the only piece of driftwood.

Just then, the baby tightened its grip on his index finger!

"The laws of the universe... The laws of the universe are being reconstructed!!" Bulma's voice, like a red-hot iron, filled with unprecedented terror and a sense of being torn apart, suddenly exploded from the communicator, instantly piercing everyone's eardrums.

"Boom——!!!"

The entire temple space seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, then violently torn apart in different directions! The space itself emitted the sound of shattering glass, and the scene in sight was wildly distorted, folded, and stretched. Vegeta groaned, and his silver hair, mutated from excessive consumption of life force, seemed to have been doused with a powerful bleaching agent. To everyone's horror, from root to tip, all the silver luster faded at an alarming speed, instantly returning to its original, untamed pitch black! He staggered, but the arrogance in his eyes remained undiminished. Without hesitation, he bent down, his arm passing under Goku's armpit, and with a sudden burst of strength, flung his exhausted and completely unconscious comrade onto his broad, sturdy back. The movement aggravated his unhealed wounds, and blood soaked through his tattered battle suit, but he only gritted his teeth and squeezed out a cold sneer: "Hmph, just another round of training."

"The wormhole is about to collapse!" Bick's green face tightened, his keen energy perception immediately locking onto the edge of the temple. A wormhole entrance, barely maintaining its vortex shape, was flickering violently in the raging storm of primordial energy. Its edges swayed like a candle in the wind, shrinking with each flicker and emitting a chilling sound of energy dissipation.

Needless to say, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. Krillin grabbed the still-dazed Gohan, Tien Shinhan shouted, "Follow me!", and Piccolo followed closely behind. Several figures transformed into streaks of light, braving the turbulent energy that could tear steel apart, and desperately rushed towards the closing life-saving passage.

Amidst the chaotic smoke and energy debris, Future Trunks stood like a silent reef, against the flow of people, on the edge of the collapsing altar. His mechanical left arm, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, suddenly rose, fingers outstretched, catching with perfect precision a fragment of core creation, carrying an aura of destruction, falling from the highest point of the shattered dome! The fragment was only the size of a fist, yet it contained terrifying energy that sent shivers down one's spine; its surface flowed with a liquid aura of spacetime, its edges distorting space itself. The instant of contact, a piercing sizzle resounded. The fragment's unimaginable heat instantly melted through the outermost layer of special alloy armor on the mechanical arm. Blinding blue-white arcs of electricity, like raging venomous snakes, leaped and exploded wildly between the exposed, intricate mechanical skeleton and energy lines!

Inside the fragments, countless tiny Saiyan runes, as fine as dust, were collapsing and annihilating at an alarming rate, like snowflakes thrown into boiling water—a concrete manifestation of the universe's underlying rules being forcibly erased. Each rune's annihilation was accompanied by a faint yet powerful tremor that shook space itself. On Bulma Labs' monitoring screens, the complex energy structure representing the Saiyan runes was collapsing rapidly like a sandcastle, countless points of light representing rune nodes flashing wildly before extinguishing, emitting piercing alarm beeps.

"The energy annihilation reaction index has exceeded the threshold!!" A monitor's voice trembled with extreme fear, becoming so sharp it almost cracked. "The rate of rune decay exceeds the limits of the predictive model... The stability of the cosmic infrastructure... is collapsing!!"

Bulma stared intently at the rapidly expanding black area on the screen, representing the vacuum of rules. That darkness, like a greedy maw, was frantically devouring the surrounding blue light network that represented stability. Her hands gripped the edge of the control panel tightly, her knuckles white from the force, her body trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't just the foundation of her life's research collapsing; it was the universe itself, the very fabric of her family and memories, heading towards annihilation! Cold sweat soaked her brow, and overwhelming fear gripped her throat.

Future Trunks looked down at the fragment in his hand, which was rapidly releasing the power of creation while simultaneously burning away his final body. His gaze pierced through the blinding arcs of electricity, landing on the core of the fragment—where a tiny, almost imperceptible "error" mark was flickering, the initial coordinate point he had traced through countless timelines, the point that triggered the chain reaction of all the disasters. His calm face showed no fear of death, only a sense of relief that the dust had settled and the mission accomplished, and a deep, unwavering attachment to this place he was about to lose.

“It’s time to fix the bug.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it strangely pierced through the billions of roars of the collapsing temple, echoing clearly in the hearts of every fugitive and everyone connected to this place through a communicator, carrying an almost martyr’s resolve and a calm without regret.

Before he finished speaking, he slammed the fragment of creation, powerful enough to ignite galaxies and rewrite the rules, against his chest—the spot covered by bionic skin and containing the core energy furnace that sustained his last breath!

"No—!!" Bulma's scream pierced the communicator, a voice filled with the utter despair and heartbreak of a mother witnessing her son's death, instantly tearing through all the noise. She jerked to her feet from the control panel, her body swaying from the overwhelming emotional shock, tears streaming down her face, blurring the devastating scene on the screen.

glare.

An indescribable light, one ten-millionth the intensity, erupted from Future Trunks's chest! That light was not merely visual brightness; it was the will of creation itself, the torrent of chaos returning to order, the clarion call for all things to return to nothingness, and the cry of new life. It instantly engulfed Future Trunks's tall and solitary figure, swallowed every brick of the crumbling temple, swallowed the traces of time's flow and the meaning of space's existence, pulling everything back to the most primordial boundary between "being" and "non-being." Wherever the light reached, the countless wormholes that had torn through space were soothed by an invisible divine hand, rapidly healing and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The seventh universe, Earth.

In Xidu, at the deepest underground cosmic monitoring center of the Capsule Corporation, the piercing red alarm lights, signifying a cosmic-level catastrophe, suddenly went out. On the main screen, the terrifying black spots that had spread like a plague, symbolizing the collapse of cosmic laws, faded and shrank at an incredible speed, like ink thrown into hot water, before everyone's astonished and stunned gazes, until they finally disappeared completely. In their place was a uniform and gentle green light screen, symbolizing the stability and vitality of the cosmic structure, as stable as the surface of an eternally tranquil lake.

“The universe… the laws of the universe… have stabilized…” a young researcher murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief. He instinctively rubbed his eyes hard, as if afraid that what he was seeing was just a hallucination. After a few seconds of deathly silence, the monitoring center erupted in a wild cheer that nearly lifted the ceiling! The immense joy of surviving the ordeal overwhelmed everyone. Some hugged each other excitedly, some slumped in their chairs and wept, and some grinned foolishly at the screen.

Standing at the control panel, Bulma stared blankly at the green light representing new life, the immense shock leaving her momentarily speechless. The agonizing despair of seconds before still lingered within her, now overwhelmed by a surge of overwhelming joy at having regained what she had lost. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her reddened eyes, streaking down her dust- and sweat-stained cheeks. Her hand trembled as she reached out, her fingertips lightly touching the cold screen, as if confirming the soft green light was real. "Trunks…" she choked out, silently uttering her son's name—a call, a lament, and a thank you all. Tears blurred her vision, obscuring even the faint, almost imperceptible golden glimmer that flickered in an inconspicuous corner of the screen—the fading glow of a tiny life, lost from a distant time and space.

The overwhelming light from the temple's collapse finally dissipated.

Lin Ye barely managed to steady himself amidst the violent spatial tremors; the shockwave of the explosion knocked him to the ground. He coughed violently, choking on the smoke and dust. As he struggled to his feet, his first instinct was to look at his palms.

empty.

There was nothing there.

The cold, whimpering Star-Eating Infant, clutching his fingers, vanished. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no aftershocks of dissipated energy; it was like a drop of water evaporating under the blazing sun, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed. Only on the back of his hand did he feel a strange and unfamiliar burning sensation, as if he had been branded by an invisible mark.

He looked down.

A faint yet incredibly clear dark gold line was branded onto the back of his left hand, as if it possessed a life of its own. The line twisted eerily, forming an abstract and sinister pattern—astonishingly identical to the ancient totem that flickered at the core of the Star Eater's body in his memory, symbolizing its very essence! The dark line seemed alive, pulsating slightly beneath his skin, resonating inexplicably with some distant, cold, and vast will. An indescribable chill instantly shot up his spine from the brand.

The ruins of the temple fell into utter silence, with only the fine dust of annihilated energy drifting silently in the void. The light of creation had completed its mission and returned to nothingness. In the distant seventh universe, on the coast near Master Roshi's house, an ancient tree, long dead and eroded by the sea winds, its gnarled branches bare, sprouted a breathtakingly vibrant new bud. Visibly, it stubbornly pushed through the dead bark, trembling yet unwaveringly reaching for the long-awaited, warm sunlight.

Chapter 251: Shattered Core

The instant his fingertips touched the golden sphere, a deafening wailing echoed throughout the entire battlefield of causality. Lin Ye felt his consciousness being torn into billions of fragments, countless torrents of memories flooding his mind like an out-of-control galaxy—