Super Gene Chapter 3461 - By Dollar’s Name (The End)

Chapter 3461: Under the Name of Dollar (The Finale)

A lone coin spiraled through the void. As it struck the geno tablet, a sharp chime echoed out, as if the massive monolith possessed a gravitational pull that claimed the currency. The coin adhered firmly to the surface of the tablet.

Where the geno tablet had functioned like a relentless engine of destruction only moments before, it now fell silent. The calamitous reversal of time and space had abruptly ceased.

A profound quietude descended upon both universes, both still drenched in an ethereal purple glow. Countless living beings remained encased in that same violet light, but the devastating regression that had gripped them finally paused.

The survivors stared at Dollar, their minds struggling to process the sudden shift. Yet, beneath their bewilderment, a fragile bud of hope began to bloom—even though they were terrified that this hope might be shattered at any heartbeat.

Clack. Clack.

The silence of the cosmos made these footsteps seem thunderous. Every eye turned, tracking the source of the sound.

Qin Xiu had been gazing tenderly at Wan’er until this moment. Forced to pull his attention away, he finally turned his eyes toward the violet haze.

A silhouette emerged from the light, closing the distance to the geno tablet. As the figure drew nearer, the features became distinct, revealing his identity to all.

“Han Sen… San Mu… Dollar… the Wealth God…” The universe erupted with these names, shouted by millions in a mixture of shock and overwhelming relief.

Chaos, clutching Bao’er as they faced the brink of total annihilation, opened her eyes to behold Han Sen, her expression one of utter disbelief.

“I knew Daddy would come back for us…” Having been stripped of her cosmic powers, Bao’er felt like a defenseless child once more, yet a brilliant smile returned to her face.

Han Sen met Qin Xiu’s gaze, their eyes locking. The former spoke calmly, “Qin Xiu, it is time to end this.”

“Have you arrived to play the hero and pass judgment upon my sins?” Qin Xiu clutched Wan’er tightly, his gaze dripping with disdain.

“I never claimed to be a hero, nor do I hold the right to judge you,” Han Sen replied. “If I occupied your position, perhaps I would have taken the same path.” Qin Xiu’s eyes widened in brief surprise. “But you still intend to stand in my way and fight,” Han Sen continued. He looked toward the expanse of the cosmos, seeing his loved ones—Bao’er, Ji Yanran, Han Ling’er, and Han Littleflower—and a flicker of sorrow crossed his face. Yet, his gaze sharpened into an unshakable resolve as he returned his focus to his adversary.

“I fight because the people I cherish stand against you,” Han Sen declared. “You would erase the universe for Wan’er’s sake, so I shall defend it for the sake of those I love. Ultimately, defining righteousness from evil is a matter of circumstance. Between us, only one will succeed in protecting what they hold dear.”

Qin Xiu chuckled. “You are right. We are of the same cloth. This battle is inescapable.”

“Unless you abandon the dream of reversing time,” Han Sen challenged. “Would you?”

“Never,” Qin Xiu answered. “Would you?”

“Nor would I.” Han Sen’s voice was devoid of hesitation. “Excellently stated.” Qin Xiu rose to his feet. He tenderly laid Wan’er back down on his throne, kissed her brow, and whispered, “Wait for me, Wan’er. Big Brother will soon liberate you from this nightmare.” When he pivoted to face his foe, the gentleness vanished, replaced by the ferocity of a demon masquerading as an angel.

Looking at Han Sen, Qin Xiu’s expression turned cold and resolute.

“Even while I was suppressed by Chaos’s will, I could sense you. It was a bizarre sensation. I never realized who you were until the geno prototype armor disintegrated and my consciousness regained control. Since then, I have felt your presence periodically.”

Qin Xiu continued to pace his words. “To me, you are the most familiar stranger. The first time I felt you, it was… strange.”

“What were you feeling?” Han Sen asked.

“We are too alike,” Qin Xiu replied coldly. “If we were not destined to be friends, it was inevitable that we would become arch-enemies.”

“Your prediction appears accurate, though I wish it were otherwise,” Han Sen sighed.

Qin Xiu scrutinized him. “You mastered four geno arts. The Cold Sutra from Sister Moon, the Blood-Pulse Sutra from the Blood Legion, the Dongxuan Sutra from the Xuan Men, and The Story of Genes, which originated in my own first life. If you have truly perfected the Cold Sutra and purified your own genes, the small universe you forge would be peerless. The Blood-Pulse Sutra is not a combat art, but it could sustain a small universe—perhaps even better than the others. The Dongxuan Sutra is powerful, but even when maxed out, it merely renews the existing universe rather than creating your own.” Qin Xiu fell silent.

“You mentioned the first three. Why omit The Story of Genes?” Han Sen pressed.

“Because it is a path that cannot be walked. When my memories returned, I considered training it, but I ultimately gave it up.” Qin Xiu looked at him intensely. “In truth, it was not Chaos who helped you advance in The Story of Genes. It was me.”

“You?” Han Sen was genuinely stunned.

Qin Xiu explained, “Chaos intended to help, but having studied the Sky people, she lacked true insight into The Story of Genes. Without my clandestine intervention, even with the armor’s assistance, you would have failed to comprehend it.”

“Why help me?” Han Sen asked.

“I wanted to see if The Story of Genes led to a dead end,” Qin Xiu smiled. “Now that I see you, I know it is not. You have walked further than I ever dared.” “I am not even sure if I have reached the end of the path,” Han Sen admitted.

“It is a tragedy that only one of us can survive to see the end,” Qin Xiu said as a wave of purple energy surged.

The dim symbols on the geno tablet ignited with sudden brilliance. The coin, which had been clinging to the surface, sprang loose and returned to Han Sen’s palm.

The flow of time, briefly paused, surged forward once more with renewed intensity. The entire universe began to regress. Countless beings crumbled into static. Souls trapped in the geno tablet were not reincarnating; they were being consumed.

“The whole universe has merged with me. I am the universe, and it is me. If you wish to stop me, you must destroy the universe itself. Otherwise, I will restart time to the moment Wan’er and I were happiest.” Purple light erupted from Qin Xiu, merging with the tablet until he appeared like a deity commanding both heaven and earth.

Han Sen watched with a heavy heart as entire planets, teeming with life, blinked out of existence like dying embers. He wasn't just fighting a person; he was fighting the fabric of reality.

He didn't know if his choice was the correct one, but he knew that as long as the universe survived, Ji Yanran and Bao’er could exist.

“Stop him!” The god temple collapsed. The geno hall shuttered. God Spirit bodies began to flicker out, while spirits across the cosmos shrieked in unison.

It wasn't just the gods. The Chaos Party, the myriad kingdoms, and all mortal races wept, praying for salvation as the violet mist encroached, tearing reality asunder.

“Come! Show me the power of your small universe. Let me see if you can defy my will!” Qin Xiu’s voice rumbled like an apocalypse.

“I have not awakened a small universe,” Han Sen said, his body cloaked in violet light as his voice reached every corner of creation.

“He hasn’t?” Chaos recoiled, stunned.

Crape Myrtle looked hopeless. “Was the evolution wall’s suppression insufficient to trigger it?”

“The universe is too vast,” Han Sen said, “and my heart is too small to hold it all. I have nothing but my coins. Now, I give them to you.” He flicked his thumb, launching a coin toward Qin Xiu.

In that violet void, the coin became a beacon, spinning through the air, vibrating with a force that cut through the purple energy.

Qin Xiu hesitated, his reach met by the pulsing, spinning coin. The energies of the universe recoiled from its path, unable to stop it. Like a golden bolt of lightning, it struck before he could react.

Qin Xiu frowned, grabbing for the coin. “Is this the power of The Story of Genes? It is peculiar. My control over this world has no power over it.”

The coin looked ancient, bearing only the number one. It seemed worth no more than a single dollar.

Qin Xiu tried to flip it to see the reverse side, but it remained fixed, fused to his hand.

“No,” Han Sen said, observing him. “This isn't just the power of The Story of Genes, though it is related.”

“The Story of Genes is part of you, but this is not part of The Story of Genes?” Qin Xiu’s intellect allowed him to grasp the implication immediately.

“Correct,” Han Sen responded.

“Which means that by destroying it, you would destroy yourself, wouldn't you?” Qin Xiu’s eyes glinted with a demonic aura. A purple mist coiled around him as he clenched his fist, channeling monumental power to crush the coin into dust.

The very next second, Qin Xiu’s expression faltered. His hand trembled, and rainbows of golden light bled through his fingers. The purple energy of the universe was being drained into the coin at an impossible rate.

“This… what is this power?” Qin Xiu looked ghastly as his body began to be pulled inward by the coin’s unseen vortex.

Unable to halt the suction, Qin Xiu watched in horror as his own strength turned against him. He tried to pull away, but he was losing the battle.

“Though I never awakened a small universe,” Han Sen said, “I possess the power to consume any universe I choose—even yours. Perhaps I am no longer human.”

“How is this possible?” For a moment, fear touched Qin Xiu’s eyes. Then, he acted with ruthless efficiency, carving off his own arm to escape the pull.

“It is futile,” Han Sen shook his head.

Though the limb was severed, the suction remained absolute. Qin Xiu was still being dragged in. No amount of divine power allowed him to resist. As half his body vanished into the coin, he let out a manic, haunting laugh—a sound that blended sorrow and a strange, wretched joy.

“I never expected to lose to my own geno art… if I had only known, I would not have bothered with the armor… I have lost to myself.”

“You have,” Han Sen agreed.

“No. I have not lost yet. If my death ensures Wan’er’s happiness, that is enough.” Qin Xiu looked toward the tablet where Wan’er slept. “Goodbye, Wan’er. You must live happily, even if I am gone.”

“No!” Crape Myrtle shrieked, realization dawning too late.

Qin Xiu coughed up a spray of purple blood onto the geno tablet just as his entire form was consumed by the coin. Now, the reverse side of the coin was visible: Qin Xiu’s face, etched in shadow, against the backdrop of a star-filled universe.

“God… the one-universe coin…”

A voice echoed in Han Sen’s mind, but he turned a deaf ear. The geno tablet, fueled by the blood, began to vibrate violently, threatening a total collapse of space-time.

“Oh no! The tablet is the heart of the universe. With Qin Xiu dead, he has triggered its final failsafe. We are all going to be erased,” the Light Goddess wailed.

“No, he didn't intend to self-destruct,” Crape Myrtle argued. “He was trying to force the final reset.”

“Han Sen! Stop it! It’s going to finish the job!”

“It is useless,” Crape Myrtle moaned. “Only Qin Xiu had the command, and he is gone. Without a commander, the tablet will complete its cycle.”

“So this is the end,” the gods wept.

Apocalyptic wails swept across the stars. From the smallest creature to the highest god, all prepared for the void. But as they prayed for mercy, one man intervened.

“Han Sen, save Bao’er!” Chaos shouted.

“I will save her, and I will save everyone else.” Han Sen withdrew a stone clock from his pocket. He struck the face of it and declared, “By the name of Dollar, all existence shall heed me. Reset to the natural order.”

At his command, the rampaging geno tablet stuttered and fell silent. Then, it began to reverse the damage, bleeding back the power it had stolen.

The broken cosmos began to stabilize. Life returned. Space calmed. Joy broke out across the firmament as all beings looked up, witnessing the shadow of the geno tablet fade into memory—a moment they would carry to their graves.