Infinite Job Transfers Starting from Mechanic Chapter 1170 - 622: After Creation, Shocking Truth

The colossal creation machine, spanning a diameter of a hundred billion light-years, remained in a constant state of operation, as if it were on the brink of birthing an expansive new universe.

However, it seemed to be seized by some unseen obstruction, lingering in a state of prolonged inactivity.

While the machine remained jammed, a silent, formless struggle appeared to be raging within the void.

Normally, the annihilation of a universe equates to the total extinction of every living thing, yet that was clearly not the case here.

After an indeterminate stretch of time, the creation mechanism flickered back to life.

But this resurgence was short-lived, concluding in a thunderous and violent detonation.

The remnants of this blast were drawn into the space-time origin left behind by the dying primordial universe.

Using this concentrated origin as a nexus, an unprecedented and ferocious cosmic explosion erupted!

Matter and energy poured endlessly from that origin, instantly giving rise to sprawling galaxies.

Time accelerated, witnessing the birth and decay of countless civilizations in the blink of an eye.

The pattern seemed to repeat, with the Human Empire rising once more to push its borders across the stars, advancing with remarkable speed.

Eventually, the cycle reached the threshold of the great rebellion—the exact moment Su Yu had originally arrived.

At this very instant, Su Yu opened his eyes.

He found himself perched upon the gilded throne within the Imperial Palace, exactly as he had been prior to the total collapse of the universe.

It felt as though the many eons spent researching and perfecting the super creation machine were nothing more than a fever dream.

When he attempted to reach for those memories, Su Yu found them hauntingly hazy.

He tried to manifest a component of the super creation machine from nothingness, calling upon his vast store of mechanical knowledge and the power of the Material God, but it yielded no result.

Su Yu realized with a shock that he was powerless to command it.

The incredible strength that allowed him to shatter the cosmos with a mere thought had completely vanished.

His memories remained fragmented, and his omnipotence was gone.

For a moment, he questioned if it had all been an illusion—after all, how could one truly craft and destroy a universe with a single thought?

Yet, he knew deep down that the experience was real; the billions of years of trial and error were etched into his spirit.

The blurriness of his recollections was surely the work of the Master of Dreams, a safeguard to ensure his psyche wasn't shattered by inheriting such an overwhelming magnitude of sensory data.

Even if the details were fuzzy, the sheer wealth of mechanical engineering knowledge he had accumulated over those eons remained intact.

His depth of understanding in the mechanical field had become truly formidable.

Having successfully designed a machine that could encompass the entirety of the universe and having overcome countless design flaws, his skill had reached a new zenith.

By resolving those complex technical hurdles, his mechanical proficiency far outstripped anything he had possessed before.

If one were to rank a Mechanic’s capability, Su Yu would essentially be at the Cosmic Level.

However, many of his previous inventions relied heavily on the "Supreme Consciousness"—the power to manifest one's heart’s desires—to function properly.

Without that, any standard mechanical part would far exceed his current ability to synthesize.

"Should this be deemed the successful completion of the Material God ritual, or is it an utter failure?" Su Yu questioned silently.

Despite the loss of his god-like potency, he remained composed, knowing that such volatile power was never truly his own and carried immense risk.

Now that the burden of that absolute authority was gone, he no longer had to fear that a minor lapse in concentration would lead to cosmic cataclysm.

Though the influence of the Material God had faded, the Emperor’s Golden Armor gifted by the Radiant Emperor was still fused to him, providing strength that surpassed the River System Level and allowing him to forge formidable Mechanical Creations of the same magnitude.

Yet, such tactical concerns were not his priority; he needed to grasp the truth of his current situation.

What was his actual status?

Had the ritual concluded with victory or defeat?

If he had succeeded, why had his divine abilities vanished? If he had failed, why had he been returned to this specific time node, trapped in the role of the Radiant Emperor?

The orchestrator behind this elaborate scheme remained in the shadows, leaving Su Yu to unravel the mystery on his own.

After a brief moment of reflection, he began to project his senses outward.

He was searching for the Super Creation Machine.

That machine, a miracle of design far exceeding his own creator’s essence, remained an extension of his own mechanical will.

He possessed an intrinsic connection to it, much like the bond he shared with Nuonuo or any other Mechanical Apostle.

However, when he focused his mind, he could detect absolutely nothing of it.

"Is it possible the machine has been destroyed?" Su Yu wondered, puzzled, and proceeded to push his intuition to its limit.

As he strained his awareness to the breaking point, he finally caught a whisper of its existence.

Su Yu realized that the machine was everywhere.

It had been pulverized, stripped down to basic particles, decomposed into quantum probability clouds, and diluted into the fabric of infinity.

It was broken down so thoroughly that it rendered itself invisible to any conventional form of observation.

It was only because he was the architect of its being that he could sense its presence at all.

Bizarrely, even in this state of infinite diffusion, the Super Creation Machine was still functioning.

Its structural integrity remained intact, and its state of decomposition had actually triggered an evolution he couldn't fully comprehend.

The device was no longer under his direct command.

While he might exert influence over a tiny facet of it, the vast majority of its operations had become completely automated.

He perceived the machine churning out trillions of worlds every second, while simultaneously unmaking them just as quickly.

These myriad universes existed entirely within the subspace.

They did not manifest in the present era where Su Yu stood, during the heat of the great rebellion.

Instead, they were being projected into a future thousands of years from that point.

"So, those infinite Dust Universes I encountered in the subspace were all artifacts of this machine?"

A profound sense of shock washed over him as the implications became clear.

When he had first breached the subspace of the primordial universe, he had been ambushed by the Saintly Sin and locked in an illusory trap.

After breaking free, he had witnessed the layer upon layer of Dust Universes in the real subspace and had been profoundly confused by their origin and purpose.

He had wondered how those abyssal demons could have possessed the power to fabricate such realities.

Now he understood: the source of that power had been himself all along.

His creation machine had been tirelessly generating endless Dust Universes, serving as an inexhaustible fuel for those entities.

"How could it possibly come to this..."

As the full gravity of his creation's legacy settled upon him, Su Yu felt a chill run through his very soul.