The universe held its breath.
Not metaphorically—the very fabric of existence had paused mid-collapse, celestial winds frozen in place, dying stars suspended in their death throes. The Void Emperor's cursor hovered over the final DELETE command, trembling with anticipation.
Then three hands touched Luo Feng's shoulders simultaneously.
The Death Queen's fingers dug in with possessive precision, her lips brushing his ear as venomous energy flooded his veins—not just poison, but the idea of poison, the fundamental essence of all things toxic and terrible. "Darling," she whispered, "do try not to die before our wedding."
Li Qing's touch came next, her palm flat against his back, her frost spreading through him like liquid silence. Not just cold, but the absence of heat, the negation of motion, the stillness at the end of all things. She said nothing. She didn't need to.
And the Fox Spirit—
Xiao Jiuying pressed her forehead to his, her tails wrapping around them all in a cocoon of celestial fire. Not just flames, but the principle of chaos, the unshakable truth that all systems must eventually succumb to entropy and hilarity. "Hey Puddlejumper," she grinned, "let's break reality."
The fusion was less a merging of powers and more a violent rewriting of cosmic grammar.
The Death Queen's toxins became the verbs—every action laced with lethal intent.
Li Qing's frost became the punctuation—full stops where existence should end.
The Fox Spirit's chaos became the adjectives—because nothing was fun without flair.
And Luo Feng?
He became the sentence.
When the energy reached critical mass, it didn't explode so much as edit. The Void Emperor's DELETE command spontaneously transformed into a passive-aggressive sticky note ("Maybe reconsider?"). The celestial bureaucracy's rulebooks burst into flames that burned only the boring parts. The very concept of divine hierarchy developed a sudden stutter.
Somewhere in the resulting shockwave, a plush demon was last seen waving a tiny "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" flag before being transmuted into pure rhetorical device.
END OF CHAPTER 95