My name is Mo Yao, a scientist whose name was erased by the times, a “madman” cast out by the world, and a god who is about to awaken judgment.
I used 0001’s assimilation trait as the base to design and create one sequence construct after another, each with a different form and function.
More than a decade of patience, more than a decade of research: all that pain and humiliation, all that resentment and fury, had now been poured into these monsters.
On Earth’s surface, the powerful still lived in drunken luxury, and the wicked still walked free. I would become their nightmare.
“Deploy them,” I ordered softly. There was not a trace of hesitation in my eyes, only the icy glint of vengeance. “Let those villains taste punishment from beyond the universe.”
The launch bay of the Moyuan slowly opened. Dozens of sealed pods, each carrying a monster of a different form, fell like meteors and silently flew toward the blue Earth.
Some slipped into the deep sea, some vanished beneath the crust, and some were even sent back to cities across Earth.
They were my eyes, my hands, my judgment.
And I, Mo Yao, their creator, would watch everything from the shadows of the universe until every last bit of evil had been thoroughly purged by this flesh from another dimension.
Don't say anything. I wrote it myself. Do I know?