Let Me Game in Peace Chapter 1898 - Slap

Thanks to the joint shielding from Ninth Heaven’s Human Sovereign and Sweetie, Earth avoided getting dragged into the chaos for now, though the earlier devastation had turned it into a wasteland.

Guide Ancient City sat atop the stacked layers of ancient cities. Most humans who had morphed into beasts regained their true forms under the sway of Ninth Heaven’s Human Sovereign’s might; yet, the phantom-like vista in the heavens still sent shivers through their hearts.

The dimension resembled doomsday itself. The earth split open, mountains and oceans flipped inverted. Ruins littered the landscape, while nebulae exploded across the cosmos.

This sight reduced everyone to the feeling of mere insects. A casual stomp from any giant could squash their entire kind flat.

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Wang Lu shut her eyes in prayer. Ya’er gazed up at the starry expanse from Ouyang Lan’s embrace.

As alarm gripped everyone, the ground abruptly quaked. The layered ancient cities began sinking away, fading piece by piece.

Shattered peaks and streams, along with tumbled structures, swiftly reverted to their prior glory.

Scattered debris oddly lifted and slotted back into place.

Like piecing together broken glass, those slain in the disaster miraculously came back to life.

Toppled high-rises rose anew in the urban sprawl. Greenery bloomed once more as plants reclaimed the terrain.

The raging ocean tides pulled back from the shores, and fallen mountains climbed back to their peaks.

Under that awesome force, the wayward planet realigned to its proper path. Fractured space gleamed once again.

Witnessing this impossible spectacle, joy surged through the crowd. They figured some deity had descended to halt the horrifying disaster.

In the void, countless cosmic beings eyed the mending universe and bellowed in thrill.

Yet the dimension’s inhabitants brimmed with dread.

Earth’s cosmos healed, but

the dimension hurtled toward oblivion. Black and white radiance

kept wrecking all in sight.

Once they craved invading Earth’s realm, but now they longed to flee homeward. Sadly, home lay in tatters.

Beings from both realms stared at the ghostly dimensional projection when a figure soared skyward, striding toward the hazy dimensional realm.

That figure reached the divide between dimension and Earth’s cosmos. With a yank of his arms, he drew the parted realms together like drapes.

He stepped right into the dimensional domain. In his wake, devastation mended, and the ground beneath him sprang alive.

It evoked a messiah’s return amid apocalypse. Ahead stretched worldly wreckage, but behind bloomed a vibrant paradise.

Each stride he made reset the world to its former state. Peaks and flows reformed, all creation reborn.

“A god has finally come!” Dimensional races wept with exhilaration.

“Human Sovereign… returns…” Humans recognized the silhouette, overcome with wild excitement. Their Human Sovereign was back.

“Young Master Wen… did he ascend to godhood?” An Sheng blurted in delighted shock.

“Now that’s better.” An Tianzuo scoffed coldly, though joy lit his gaze.

“Worthy of my man.” Tsukuyomi watched the city’s figure with smug pride.

The Devil King and The Thearch, locked in frenzied clashes, sensed something off.

Their power seemed to ebb. No, not quite—their might held, but the surroundings shifted.

Spaces once rent by a mere glance now stood firm. Every blade of grass, every tree and bloom turned indestructible like sacred relics. Their blows failed to scar them.

“What… is happening to this world…” The Devil King and The Thearch halted their brawl, staring at the eerie transformation.

Shock and confusion hit as they spotted Zhou Wen approaching. With every footfall, the world warped strangely.

All their ravages healed in his trail.

Their stares locked tight. Zhou Wen had crossed that threshold; he’d reached Cosmic rank.

Yet bafflingly, Cosmic breakthrough demanded cutting universe ties.

Zhou Wen, though, merged seamlessly with the cosmos, unrepelled by its laws.

“You two done playing around?” Zhou Wen arrived before them, voice steady.

Zhou Wen halted, but his mystic force didn’t. It surged past his form, sweeping the dimension, remaking the ruined expanse as before.

Even the splintered Destiny Platform and its steps reformed. The Thearch and Devil King stood atop Destiny Platform anew. Cubes flared with light, broadcasting to countless realms, relaying sights and sounds across the universe.

Every being watched the trio intently. Dimensional folk and humans alike prayed silently for Zhou Wen to vanquish the two fearsome women.

“Devil King, will you rein in your man, or shall I handle it?” The Thearch eyed the Devil King, dismissing Zhou Wen.

Cosmic grade or not, lacking transcendence meant a beating—just as she’d endured from Devil King at her own breakthrough, crumpling under one slap. Clearly, Zhou Wen remained bound to the universe, untranscended. “This fight’s between us. You’re out of it,” the Devil King told Zhou Wen. Zhou Wen faced the supreme duo—one divine, one demonic—unruffled by their barbs.

He chuckled instead.

Striding between The Thearch and Devil King, he said evenly, “Time to wrap this up. Quit messing around.”

“Since you can’t control him, I’ll do it for you.” The Thearch shot at Devil King, then icily ordered Zhou Wen, “Come here.” Her command bent reality itself. Her tone compelled the world to yield.

Her words pulled Zhou Wen forward until he stood before her. “Slap your own mouth,” The Thearch commanded next.

She aimed to make him strike himself—a humiliation for Devil King too. Zhou Wen raised his hand, but bypassed his face. He seized The Thearch instead.

Under The Thearch’s stunned stare, Zhou Wen hoisted her body and slammed it onto Destiny Platform.

“Slap my mouth, eh?” Zhou Wen swung his palm, smacking The Thearch’s rear, leaving her dumbfounded. She sprawled there blankly, pupils shrinking, face etched in disbelief, mind emptied.