Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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"But in a universe where even the underlying code can be modified, how much weight does the program of death still hold? Since that teacher was able to introduce Honkai, it means that the fundamental constants of the universe are becoming unstable. What was impossible in the past is becoming possible in the future. We must begin theoretical research and technological preparation in this area. Even if the hope is slim, this possibility itself is the most important card that our Angel civilization must grasp."

The idea was so insane that Yan couldn't process it for a moment. Resurrect the Holy Keisha? In the past tens of thousands of years, this was a blasphemy that no one would have dared to even think about.

"second,"

He Xi didn't give Yan much time to be shocked; she raised her second finger.

"Get ready for our own test. Yan, you're not naive enough to think that Earth is the only testing ground for this collapsing game, are you?"

Her gaze turned deep and cold:

"Based on my deductions, since Earth is facing a routine cleanup process involving Honkai Beasts, then as the maintainers of the known cosmic order, we angels... will likely be facing a higher level of existence. According to the information He provided, this is called... a Herrscher."

"The Herrscher?"

"An existence that can represent the will of Honkai and reshape the physical laws of a region. If Honkai Beasts are viruses, then Herrschers are hackers with administrator privileges."

He Xi's explanation sent a chill down Yan's spine.

"That...that teacher..." Yan's voice trembled slightly as she considered the most terrifying possibility.

"Could he... be a Herrscher?"

He-Xi remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head: "We can't rule out that possibility. In fact... he might be the creator of the Herrscher, or he might be the final proctor of this exam. Yan, let's treat him as the end that we can't comprehend. Now, put away your surprise, put away your fear. You are the king, and what you need to do is build the strongest ship for your civilization before the waterfall arrives."

Communication was cut off, and Yan sat alone on the throne, silent for a long time. She felt that the crown had never been so heavy.

On planet T-897, Morgana watched the entire battle from the screen on the Demon One, legs crossed.

"Wow, Carl's pack of dogs is really weak."

She curled her lip, her tone full of disdain. But when she saw Ge Xiaolun "shut down with one click," the mockery on her face vanished, replaced by an extremely dangerous fanaticism.

"Anti-Void...Formatting...I see, I see! That perverted Karl, the ultimate void he pursued was simply zeroing out. And this kid, driven by courage, actually managed to find the threshold of redefinition! Hahahaha, interesting, so interesting!"

She turned her head and looked at the pool of water that had become murky, filled with countless tiny lives frantically devouring and evolving... the "primordial soup".

"My little darlings, you'd better step up your game. The students in the next class have already started writing their own cheat codes. If our decadence and freedom are defeated by courage, then I, the queen, will have nowhere to put my face!"

Her laughter echoed across the red wasteland, filled with anticipation and madness.

Earth, Super God Academy.

Cheers of victory echoed through the sky. Liu Chuang embraced Ge Xiaolun, who had just landed from the sky, and patted him hard on the back:

"Good lad! You're a fucking genius! What's that move called? The power-off therapy? From now on, when we see a Taotie, we won't even need to chop it up, we can just tell you to shut it down!"

"I...I don't know what's going on."

Ge Xiaolun scratched his head, still somewhat dazed. He looked at his hands; the feeling of complete control he had just experienced was rapidly fading, replaced by a deep weariness and a lingering fear.

He almost tried expanding the scope of the command and changing the target to "all non-living things"... If he had actually done that, would the moon have turned into a pile of cold cosmic dust?

"Xiao Lun, are you alright?"

Rose walked over, and unusually, her face was no longer cold; her eyes held a hint of worry and curiosity.

"It's nothing, just a little... exhausted." Ge Xiaolun smiled, trying to appear relaxed, but the awe stemming from the power itself made it impossible for him to feel at ease.

Inside the seaside villa, Feng Shayan let out a long sigh of relief, her face beaming with joy.

"Great, sir! They won! They won beautifully!"

Zhou Ye put down his cola glass, and the ice cubes inside made a crisp clinking sound.

"is it beautiful?"

He looked at the screen, at the young man who seemed slightly afraid of his own power, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This is just the beginning. A programmer who has learned to write the first 'Hello World' code is still a long way from building a completely new operating system."

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the sea that was dyed golden by the setting sun.

"They provided a good solution to the first question of the exam. But there's also a bonus question for this one."

The sandpiper was taken aback:

"Bonus question?"

Zhou Ye's gaze seemed to pierce through space, landing on the Angel Nebula and on the desolate planet T-897.

"When all the students have handed in their papers, there has to be a ranking, right?"

Chapter 444 The Arrogant Conservative and the Out-of-Control Creature

The atmosphere in the Celestial Court of Merlo was particularly oppressive, especially compared to the post-war celebrations on Earth and the wildly evolving demon world.

A high-ranking angel council, personally convened by Queen Yan, is taking place in the sacred hall. Attendees include commanders of various legions of the angelic civilization, as well as elders who have held high positions since the time of Keisha. Each of them represents a powerful force and a deeply ingrained belief.

Yan sat on the throne and conveyed He Xi's analysis and the two revolutionary "supreme orders" to all the angels present, word for word.

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Resurrecting Keisha? Facing the "Herrscher"? Every word was impacting the understanding of these high-ranking warriors who had lived for thousands of years.

"Excuse my bluntness, my queen."

A clear, powerful voice broke the silence. It belonged to a female angel with flowing silver hair and eyes as sharp as a hawk's. She wore no helmet, and a faint scar ran from her brow bone to her cheek—a mark of glory left thousands of years ago in a war against demons.

She is Angel Feather, the vice commander of the First Legion, one of Keisha's most loyal followers, and a conservative who has "justice and order" etched into her bones.

"Lord He Xi's speculation certainly has its merits. But is it too hasty to bet the future of our entire civilization on the chaos caused by a mysterious teacher and on a pre-nuclear civilization that has only just learned to walk?"

Ling stared directly at Yan, without flinching: "I see no glory in Earth's victory, only loss of control. Is that power that can shut down with a single click just? Can it be controlled? If one day, that Galactic Force 880 turns its logic zero against us angels, how will we face it?"

Her voice echoed in the hall, resonating with many of the elder angels. Accustomed to the orderly system of Keisha's time, where everything was under control, they instinctively felt repulsion and wariness towards this uncontrollable "variable" on Earth.

"Ling, times have changed."

Another young commander, a staunch supporter of Yan, Angel Chase stepped forward.

"The old order is crumbling, and we cannot use the sword of the past to fight against the storms of the future."

"So we should just embrace the storm itself?"

Ling sneered.

"Queen Keisha spent 30,000 years establishing a stable order in the known universe. And now, just because of a lesson from an unknown source, are we going to abandon all of that and trust a group of children who can't even understand their own power? My Queen, please forgive me for not being able to agree. This isn't adaptation; this is gambling."

"What about your suggestion?"

Yan finally spoke, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"My advice is to isolate yourself."

Ling said decisively.

"Earth, and that so-called teacher, should be designated as the highest-level targets for observation and restriction. We must figure out the nature of that power and find a way to counter it. Until that is done, any form of alliance or trust is irresponsible to the angelic civilization."

"This is tantamount to declaring war on Earth!"

He retorted excitedly.

"No,"

Ling's eyes were icy cold.

"This is about upholding the purity of the just order. In the face of out-of-control forces, there are no allies, only potential threats."

Inside the main hall, two diametrically opposed viewpoints clashed fiercely. The younger faction, supporting Yan, believed in embracing change, while the conservatives, led by Ling, firmly believed in maintaining order and control. The argument grew louder and louder, and the entire Mero Heavenly Court seemed to have split into two camps.

Yan listened quietly without intervening. She knew this was the inevitable growing pain of a transition between the old and the new. Royal power was never inherited, but conquered. What she needed to conquer was not only external enemies, but also internal arrogance and prejudice.

Meanwhile, on Earth, inside a laboratory at the Super God Academy.

The atmosphere was just as tense, but with an added touch of humor.

Ge Xiaolun was facing an apple on the table, sweating profusely. Around him, Qiangwei, Zhao Xin, Qilin, and others formed a circle, as if they were visiting some rare animal.

"Come on, Xiao Lun, try again. This time, don't think about resetting it to zero, try... um, try defining it."

Lianfeng stood to the side, guiding him, "Try to define its color, from red, to... blue."

"I...I'll try." Ge Xiaolun took a deep breath, concentrated, and carefully constructed the instructions in his mind as he looked at the apple.

"In the name of the power of the galaxy, define: target apple ahead, attribute color, parameter... change to blue."

A faint spatial fluctuation flashed by.

The apple is still red.

However, everyone's face in the lab instantly turned blue, like a group of Avatars having a meeting.

"I rely on!"

Zhao Xin touched his blue face, then looked at Qi Lin and Qiang Wei beside him, both with equally bright blue eyes, and was so surprised he almost jumped up.

"Xiao Lun! What's going on? Precise target acquisition, but friendly fire?"

"I, I, I...I don't know either!"

Startled, Ge Xiaolun quickly revoked the command, and everyone's expressions instantly returned to normal. He looked completely innocent. "I clearly aimed at the apple, so why... why did you all change color?"

"It seems you're using the wrong pointer."

Lianfeng pushed up her glasses, suppressing a laugh, and quickly made notes on the tactics panel: "You may have confused the definition of target and observer. You didn't change the color of the apple, but rather the signal about the apple's color received by our retina."

"This...this actually works?" Liu Chuang stared in disbelief. "If we get into a fight in the future, Xiao Lun can just label the other person as 'You can't see me,' and then he'll be invincible?"

"Theoretically it's possible."

Lianfeng nodded, but her expression turned serious. "But it's also very dangerous. Xiaolun is like a programmer who has just gained the highest level of access but can't even write a basic 'Hello World' program. Every time he compiles and runs, it could cause unknown bugs in the entire system. For example, what if he had defined existence instead of color just now?"

Lianfeng's words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Ge Xiaolun's face turned pale. Looking at his hands, the joy and pride of defeating the Taotie had been replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility and fear. This power was too great, and too dangerous. It wasn't a sword, but an editor capable of altering reality. A single wrong command could bring about irreparable disaster.

"It seems... I'll have to start by learning the basics."

He said with a wry smile. The once power-hungry college student, after truly possessing godlike power, had his first thought as to how to install a "safety lock" on it.

Planet T-897.

The evolution here proceeds without the slightest delay or confusion.

Morgana's "primordial soup" has boiled over completely. It's no longer a microscopic cell division, but a macroscopic feast of flesh and blood.

Countless bizarre creatures crawled out of the murky liquid, following the most primal and purest laws—devouring, merging, and evolving. There was no cooperation, no society, only endless plunder. One creature had just devoured another, and before it could even digest it, it was torn apart from behind by a more powerful being, becoming new nourishment.