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Hua Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.
teacher!
That taboo name that they tacitly agreed on but never mentioned!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved through his mind, which was filled with fear and despair.
Yes! The source of all this!
It wasn't Karl, it wasn't Keisha, it wasn't Morgana, and it wasn't even the unkillable monster in front of us! It was the "teacher" who set all these rules and observed everyone from behind the scenes!
An absurd will to survive surged from the deepest recesses of Hua Ye's heart. He was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
He scrambled to the flagship's main communications console, shoved the operator aside, and with all his might, unleashed a hysterical roar at the empty universe:
"Who?! Who on earth is behind this?!"
"Get out here and show yourself!!"
"Is that you?! That so-called teacher?!"
His voice reverberated through the flagship's wide-area channel. This was no longer the majestic declaration of the King of the Heavenly Palace, but the question posed by a gambler who had lost all his chips, who overturned the table and confronted the casino owner.
He had no idea what kind of being his roar would attract.
He was simply using his last bit of strength to ask that unknown, supreme being the question that Zhou Ye had prepared for him.
Inside the seaside villa.
Zhou Ye just struck the coolest pose for the newly assembled "Strike Freedom" Gundam.
Feng Shayan sat to the side, her face pale as she watched the one-sided massacre on the screen, her stomach churning. While those scumbags certainly deserved to die, this kind of death—being "deleted," "distorted," and "severed"—was beyond her comprehension, bringing her the most primal physical discomfort.
When Hua Ye uttered that heart-wrenching cry of "Teacher!", Feng Shayan trembled violently.
Zhou Ye also stopped moving.
He didn't turn around, but just stared quietly at the Gundam model on the table, his lips unable to suppress a smile.
"Yes, Not Bad."
He said softly, as if praising his own work, "This poor student, although not very bright, still has a loud voice when asking questions."
As Feng Shayan watched her husband's retreating figure, she suddenly felt as if the temperature of the entire villa's air conditioning had plummeted to freezing point.
Meanwhile, three corners of the known universe fell into an eerie, synchronized silence.
On the demon's wings.
Morgana's smile vanished. She sat up straight and waved her hand to silence the still-laughing demons around her. The only sound in the command room was the hum of the machinery.
"I rely on..."
She muttered a curse under her breath.
"This idiot... he actually dared to shout?"
It's like a group of students secretly passing notes in class, caught red-handed by the teacher. They can bully the unlucky student who was pushed out to attract the teacher's attention, but what they fear most is that unlucky student suddenly turning around, pointing at them, and shouting:
"Teacher! They made me do it!"
Although Hua Ye didn't say it that way, the very act of calling him "teacher" broke the subtle "tacit understanding."
Angel Nebula.
For the first time, the data flow waterfall in Hexi Lab experienced a lag.
“He… called her by her first name.” Angel Yan’s voice was somewhat hoarse.
He Xi didn't speak; she simply severed all data connections with the battlefield. Her expression was more solemn than ever before. This wasn't caution; it was awe.
Before an unknown deity, any attempt to spy may be seen as a provocation.
In Keisha's throne room, the Queen's figure swayed slightly in the light. She knew that this "classroom practice," which she had tacitly approved, had entered a stage that she herself could not predict.
Styx Galaxy, Death Song Academy.
Carl's projection, in front of the data core of the large clock, flickered violently, like an old television with a poor signal.
"No...it shouldn't be like this..."
For the first time, a clear and discernible fear appeared in his gentle voice.
He designed the script, seduced the actors, and set up the stage. He thought he was the director.
It was only at this moment that he realized with horror that the "teacher" was not an audience member at all.
He is the theater itself.
Hua Ye's question essentially brought the theater itself to life.
Just as the eyes of the entire universe were focused on this moment, the battlefield that had been sealed off by Vishnu underwent a change.
Vishnu stopped all the "experiments".
Benares, the Judgment-class Honkai Beast that was silenced in the distance, suppressed the restless lightning on its body.
The countless red lights on the Emperor-level Honkai Beast Parvati, which resembled a skeletal fortress, slowly dimmed.
The examination room fell into absolute silence and stagnation.
It was as if time had been paused.
Followed by.
A voice, without warning, resounded simultaneously in the depths of the minds of every intelligent being who was paying attention to this "exam".
The voice was calm and gentle, even carrying a hint of languor from just waking up, like that of an ordinary young man next door.
But the content of this voice made the gods tremble.
"Question received."
Four simple words, devoid of anger, authority, or even emotion.
Just like a real teacher giving the most ordinary response after hearing a student's question in class.
"Okay, I've received this student's question. Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."
However, when these words echoed in the minds of Keisha, Morgana, Karl, Dukao, as well as Hua Ye and Ruoning, they brought a shock more terrifying than a stellar explosion.
The madness and hysteria on Hua Ye's face froze instantly, replaced by a deep-seated, indescribable horror.
he asked.
That being... truly provided the answer.
At that moment, he finally understood what kind of thing he had provoked.
He wasn't questioning; he was... raising his hand to speak.
And now, teacher, it's time to begin the lesson.
Chapter 424 Happy National Day
When the message “Question received” echoed in his mind, Hua Ye felt as if a cold hand was gently grasping the core of his mind, the “sacred atom” that carried his memories and self for tens of thousands of years.
Everything about him—his pride, his desires, his madness—became insignificant and laughable at this moment.
His mouth was open, but no sound came out. He tried to kneel down, but found his body wouldn't obey him. He was frozen in that moment of asking the question, like a specimen nailed to the wall.
Not only him, but the entire Fallen Fleet, all the surviving warriors, were stripped of their right to "move" at this moment.
The known universe is quieter than ever before.
In the seaside villa, Zhou Ye stood up from the beach chair and stretched.
"Alright, break time is over."
He picked up the Coke on the table, took a big gulp, and then walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the azure sea and sky.
Feng Shayan didn't dare to breathe too loudly; she could sense that her husband's aura had changed.
He was no longer that somewhat reclusive and lazy young man, but rather possessed an indescribable, vast, and ancient presence, as if the universe itself were at the center. It was as if, standing here, the physical constants of the entire solar system were undergoing subtle adjustments around him.
"Sha Yan, what do you think a teacher should do for a student who has answered a question?"
Zhou Ye suddenly spoke up, his tone as relaxed as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.
"Should...should...be evaluated?"
The sand gull stammered in response.
“That’s right.” Zhou Ye snapped his fingers.
He didn't look at the screen, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.
I thought about it for a moment.
At that very moment, on the desolate battlefield at the outer edge of the solar system, a scene unfolded that the gods would never forget.
The wreckage of those warships that Vishnu had wrecked, severed, and twisted, and the metal fragments floating in space, began to move.
They seemed to be given life, and driven by an invisible will, they began to reassemble and recombine.
But they did not turn back into warships.
Before Hua Ye's horrified eyes, countless metal fragments, like living strokes of a brush, began to write on the dark curtain of the universe.
They formed enormous Chinese characters, gleaming with a metallic gleam.
Each word is larger than an asteroid.
In the void, they formed a passage—a "blackboard" written in Chinese, yet instantly understood by all observers.
[Discussion Question 1: When survival becomes the sole purpose, how much value do concepts like justice, evil, and truth retain?]
[Reference Answer: Zero.]
[Annotation: Representing Hua Ye, by setting an example and voluntarily entering a high-risk experimental area, he vividly demonstrates that in the face of absolute survival crisis, the Heavenly Palace order (evil) he believes in is meaningless; his enemies, Keisha's righteous order and Karl's void truth, also choose to stand idly by, their value reduced to zero. The entire argument is logically clear, based on sufficient facts, and the conclusion is correct.]
Overall rating: Excellent.
This "commission" composed of warship wreckage floats silently in space.
Everyone who witnessed its existence, whether through the Deno III of the Super God Academy, the angel's knowledge repository, or the demon's communication channel, fell into a prolonged silence.
In the command center of the Super God Academy, Dukao's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. Behind him, Lianfeng, the expert in super genetic engineering, looked at the Chinese characters composed of warships on the screen and felt that all his life's learning had become a joke.