Infinite Job Transfers Starting from Mechanic Chapter 1182 - 634: Ten Thousand Years

Clearly, the grand rebellion has been steered by Su Yu into something utterly unrecognizable.

Despite this, he has still ultimately withered into a mummified husk.

Meanwhile, those twenty princes—seemingly triggered by their earlier deaths—underwent a mutation, evolving into spiritual entities that now parasite within Su Yu’s very soul.

They continue to drain his power, which explains his desiccated state.

This mirrors the history of the Radiant Emperor.

Much like Su Yu, the Radiant Emperor declined into a mummy following the great rebellion, leading to the manifestation of a malevolent Dark Emperor that feasted upon his remaining strength.

Now, Su Yu finds himself trapped in the exact same predicament.

"Why has it come to this again?"

Su Yu feels a mixture of speechlessness and profound confusion.

He cannot grasp why events have aligned in this manner.

He had succumbed to this mummified fate once before while entangled in the mortal life of the Radiant Emperor.

Back then, it was a byproduct of being bound by human fate.

Yet, having now transcended the base constraints of destiny, he nonetheless finds himself treading that same path.

Even if the underlying causes behind his current state differ from those of the original Radiant Emperor, the outcome remains hauntingly similar.

Such is the tyranny of fate!

And yet, Su Yu is the Source of Cause and Effect, the very fountainhead from which fate originates.

If destiny was birthed from him, why is he still enslaved by it, inevitably arriving at this exact junction?

Su Yu contemplates these dilemmas while channeling his spirit to repel the parasitic spread of the twenty princes.

The dark entity forged from their fusion possesses immense destructive power, relentlessly gnawing at him as it attempts to claim the essence of the "Source of Cause and Effect."

Should these twisted princes successfully seize his essence, the consequences would be catastrophic; their bizarre nature would subject the entire universe to the shadow of the "Ultimate Savior," unleashing endless mutations and distortions that would force reality to sacrifice all logic and wisdom just to endure.

Su Yu refuses to let the universe descend into such a hell.

Even the current misery of the universe pales in comparison to such a fate.

In his struggle against the princes, Su Yu discards the use of external power, relying solely on his iron-clad mental focus to stand his ground.

At this moment, his entire consciousness is poured into this mental deadlock, leaving him unable to so much as stir his limbs. He remains motionless upon the Golden Throne, marked only by the flicker of dim black mists and golden arcs of electricity.

The stalemate is eternal.

Ordinarily, even with his formidable willpower, Su Yu might not have survived this contest against the princes.

They are beings who have existed for eons, wielding River System Level strength that defies logic, reinforced by a primal Subspace essence.

This ancient essence is believed to originate from the inception of Subspace itself, lurking in its deepest reaches.

Facing such primitive, encroaching power is lethal to any human spirit; no matter how resolute Su Yu’s will, the disparity in raw age and pressure should be insurmountable.

Willpower is, after all, a faculty that relies on the patient tempering of time.

Any one of those twenty princes could have shattered a normal person’s mental fortitude in an instant.

However, the combined force of all twenty can only manage a stalemate against Su Yu.

This is because Su Yu, while engineering the Super Creation Machine, spent billions of years contemplating within a void of stagnant time.

In that frozen expanse, the duration he endured far surpassed the total age of the universe.

Most Transcendents would have collapsed and vanished under such agonizing temporal isolation.

Su Yu persevered thanks to the hidden influence of the Dream Realm, keeping him in a threshold of semi-conscious dreaming.

Though the state was half-dream, the passage of time was absolute.

Su Yu’s psychological maturity far exceeds the lifespan of the universe itself!

Having weathered such an epoch, his spirit has undergone a fundamental evolution, rendering his will immovable even if the universe were to crumble.

Only this allows him to withstand the relentless erosion orchestrated by the twenty princes.

The princes, for their part, remain equally monstrous; their "Ultimate Savior" potential constantly mutates, seeking to adapt to the peculiarities of Su Yu’s mind and find a crack to exploit.

Yet, Su Yu remains a monolithic peak, offering no vulnerabilities for them to sink their claws into.

Conversely, Su Yu can find no immediate method to purge or annihilate them.

Their endless capacity for mutation is the primary obstacle; even when Su Yu previously spent his own life to slay them, they simply evolved again. Though their direct offensive power seems diminished, they have become agonizingly persistent, clinging like marrow to bone.

"It appears I shall be occupying this Golden Throne for the next ten thousand years..."

Su Yu mused to himself.

He remained locked in place, a silent witness to the march of time.

The role of the Radiant Emperor was to sit upon this throne, enduring the passage of ten millennia. Now, that burden has fallen to him.

"When I finally emerge after these ten thousand years, the winds of change should be shifting..."

Su Yu speculated silently.

Up to this point, he has been forced to walk the identical path paved by the Radiant Emperor.

It seems that even for the Source of Cause and Effect, escaping the cycle of fate is not an easy task; he must follow the script.

But as time marches toward the present—the moment just before his original ceremony—a deviation should manifest.

By then, every facet of the Radiant Emperor’s prophesied fate will have been fulfilled, meaning Su Yu should no longer be shackled to this Golden Throne.

"Very well, ten thousand years is but a blink; I can wait."

Su Yu rested upon the throne, entirely unperturbed.

Compared to the billions of years spent crafting the Creation Machine, ten millennia was trifling.

And so, Su Yu waited in silence as time flowed like a river.

He watched as Zhang Long and the imperial ministers tiptoed into the throne room, their eyes spilling tears upon discovering his mummified shell.

He observed their desperate attempts to hook life-support systems into his body, vainly hoping to stem the corrosion, only to watch their efforts result in failure.

He listened as they attempted to converse with him, unaware that every syllable Su Yu emitted was saturated with the princes' mutation power—a force far beyond a human’s capacity to withstand.

He witnessed the subsequent eruption of Subspace tides, resulting in catastrophic loss of life and injury across the Empire.

He watched the remaining imperial leadership utilize the Star Tower he had left behind to locate a lost Twenty-seventh Prince, elevating him to Zhendan to preside over the wreckage.

This prince possessed the mental fortitude to restore a semblance of order to the Empire, even if it was a shadow of its former glory.

He kept watching...

Time flew by in a soft whisper, and in what felt like a heartbeat, ten thousand years had passed.

Throughout this era, Su Yu remained a withered statue, quietly anchored to the throne while mentally grappling with the twenty princes.

Finally, the moment arrived—the very point in history when Su Yu had first arrived in this world!

Su Yu immediately partitioned a fragment of his consciousness to signal the Star Tower, turning his gaze toward the Azure Star System to assess its status.

Then, Su Yu saw it... a flash of golden radiance?

Could that be... the Radiant Emperor?

Su Yu felt a profound sense of speechlessness at what he witnessed.

"I spent this whole time wondering where the Radiant Emperor had disappeared to, only to realize we swapped places?"

"I am the Emperor, and you have become Su Yu? Is this some sort of cosmic joke?"