My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 581 - 544: Heading to

As of today, the universe is no longer as vast as once imagined.

The matter has been frenziedly stolen and lost, with its size drastically reduced. Looking up at the starry sky, the brilliant Star River we see and hear has actually lost more than half.

Insane shrinkage.

But even so, the entire universe still harbors a wealth of civilizations and races.

They formed a loose alliance organization similar to the United Nations on Earth, supporting each other to jointly govern the natural environment and maintain peace.

This organization is called: the Power Council.

The initial history of the universe was dull.

But Demigods, Divine Level Civilizations... until the massive appearance of Divine Upper Civilizations, they began to enslave the Upper City District civilizations, turning them into miners, forcing them to mine and excavate planets, transporting them to the outside.

Later, one by one, the tormented and mining-stricken Upper City District began to break free from control and close the universe's wormholes, blocking them outside. Some of them started to send out armies to help other enslaved civilizations.

Helping some of the victims break free from the control of the outside Divine Upper Civilizations, closing wormholes to keep them out.

Initially, it was out of sympathy, as no one wanted a tyrannical figure from the outside, but through repeated crossings of the Star River and mutual assistance, the form of world rules began to change.

Numerous civilizations filled with common enmity underwent drastic changes, becoming organized and disciplined, thus giving birth to the prototype of the [Power Council].

This is a loose political institution with only one requirement: do not interfere with the development of Demigod Level civilizations, and require each Divine Level civilization to send a certain number of troops and strong individuals to patrol, forming local inspection teams as enforcers of law and order, resisting external invasions.

— We guard the right to cosmic survival, we slow down the universe's entropy increase.

This is their ideology.

And among them, the super individuals, in order to prevent the universe from being destroyed, to safeguard world peace and the natural ecosystem of love and truth, researched numerous extraordinary divine-level technologies applicable within the universe, among which the dark matter weapons are one.

It is evident how formidable and long-standing this alliance organization is.

They encompass and protect the development of the entire universe, slowing down cosmic aging, and affecting the lives of hundreds and thousands of planetary civilizations.

But even so, to resist external threats, wormholes still frequently and massively appear, with external Divine Upper Civilizations using various means to steal internal matter.

After enduring the development of periods of time, they can now be referred to as two distinctly antagonistic camps.

The dark matter land of Subspace.

And what is called the White Universe of the Main Universe.

At this moment, somewhere in the universe.

The highest golden alert signal is transmitted back in a highly urgent encrypted manner.

"Warning, according to the image information returned by the Northern Universe Karno Supercluster, identified as a golden alert signal, Great Catastrophe Level."

This signal symbolizing an extinction-level crisis swept across the entire core Star Sea like an interstellar storm, piercing into the minds of all Power Council members.

Great Catastrophe Level implies the universe is facing an unprecedented great catastrophe.

If not handled properly, the universe might be destroyed as a result, and this level of alert is one that has never appeared since the Power Council was established.

"Warning, detected era upheaval! Warning, detected Undying Level being killed! Undying Level killed! Combat Power level suspected to be speculated as Divine Upper Fourth Level Civilization!"

Everyone gathered together.

...

...

In the vast swiftness.

A cigar-shaped spaceship is drifting in the void.

A man is playing games with a gaming helmet on, his demeanor worn and sickly, his complexion pale, with fish-like eyes shrouded in dark circles, much like a weak and sickly internet addict who has been awake in an internet café for three days straight.

Thump thump thump!

He suddenly felt a vibration from some information but ignored it, continuing to play the game for thirty more minutes before exhaling and checking the message with a frown:

"What does the top want again?"

A cold voice signaled from the other side: "Luo Xu, do not proceed to the Telm Star System, hazard management there is suspended, there's an urgent mission, golden alert."

"Golden, Great Catastrophe Level?"

"Is this world finally becoming as exciting as a hot-blooded combat video game, not so boring anymore?"

The worn-out man Luo Xu rubbed his messy catfish-long hair and muttered decadently: "The universe has reached its middle age, detecting pathological change?"

The voice on the other end clearly ignored him and continued:

"Target location is in the Northern Universe Karno Supercluster, in a large dark matter cosmic outside Subspace, you are the closest, please proceed immediately."

Even though they are incredibly strong, within this universe they need to protect, they are restricted to being a weak Divine Level, with a limited jump speed.

Thus, they must let the nearest capable person handle it.

"The target possesses the ability to kill an Undying Level, extremely dangerous, it's a new unknown mysterious system distinct from our Technology Side! Currently temporarily called... the Mythical Species System!"

"It has already been defined by our Power Council as a cosmic-level disaster; if not for the urgency, we would mobilize several existences to go together, please immediately proceed to contain, cautiously capture."

"If the situation is dangerous, conduct tracking and containment, waiting for subsequent reinforcements, the future of the universe largely rests in your hands, please strive to complete this mission."

"Such a hassle, isn't this sending me to my death? Remember to erect a tombstone for me," Luo Xu cursed.

He also clearly knew that this action would thoroughly influence the war's balance and even future patterns.

His own death would be a necessary sacrifice.

"Just to be clear," Luo Xu said: "Based on the intelligence information, I absolutely cannot defeat the entire dark matter cosmic on my own; last time I obliterated that dark matter civilization was merely because they had just broken through and were few in number."

"This dark matter civilization is deep-rooted, with more than three million Undying Level troops; even we cannot eradicate them, don't expect me alone to do so. Their rabble is too numerous, a single volley would kill me."

Civilizations on the Technology Side compete in armies and numbers.

Him going alone is indeed making it difficult for him, asking one man to single-handedly take on an entire dark matter civilization? It would be fortunate to survive.

This journey is basically a death mission.

Whoosh.

A spaceship quickly jumps, swiftly heading for its destination. He put on his virtual helmet again, seizing the time to play a few more games.

"I really hope to be killed by the enemy's three million-strong army, at least as an Undying Level, I could revive and be saved by teammates. But if fallen into that weird guy's hands, I'd be truly done for."