《Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire》全部章節：第 171 章 - 第 175 章

The Galactic Center. The Event Horizon. Zero Hour + 20 Hours.The blinding, chaotic light of the hyperspace fold violently collapsed.The Sovereign tore its way back into normal space, its massive zero-point engines screaming as they fought against an immediate, catastrophic shift in physics. The dreadnought shuddered violently, the ancient dark-metal hull groaning under the immense pressure.On the bridge, the crew stared out the panoramic viewport in absolute, breathless silence.They had arrived at the end of the universe.Filling the entire visual spectrum was the Event Horizon—a supermassive black hole so incomprehensibly large that its curvature defied the human mind. Surrounding the pitch-black void of the singularity was a blinding, raging accretion disk of superheated plasma and crushed stars, spinning at near-light speeds. The sheer gravitational pressure of the cosmic anomaly made the air inside the ship feel heavy, as if the darkness was physically pressing against their l

The Galactic Center. The Singularity. Zero Hour + 20 Hours 20 Minutes.The Void Sovereign did not move from his monolithic throne. The colossal, fallen god simply raised a single, armored finger.Instantly, the laws of gravity within the dead dimension violently inverted.A localized black hole, no larger than a fist but carrying the mass of a collapsed star, materialized directly inside Sebastian’s chest. It was an attack designed to instantly crush a mortal into subatomic dust.Sebastian didn't dodge. He couldn't.CRUNCH.The King of Wall Street grunted, his boots sliding back an inch on the cracked marble floor. But his chest did not cave in. Instead, the blinding violet-and-gold veins under his skin flared with terrifying, ravenous intensity. The Devourer cells didn't just resist the gravitational anomaly; they swallowed it whole, converting the god's magic into pure, kinetic adrenaline.Sebastian rolled his neck, the dark violet energy smoking from his jaw."Is that it?" Sebastia

The Orion-Cygnus Arm. Planet Harper. Six Months Later.The universe did not end in fire, nor did it end in darkness. It ended with a single, blinding flash of Platinum light, and then... peace.When the Event Horizon collapsed, The Sovereign rode the resulting cosmic shockwave perfectly, tearing through the fabric of reality and emerging back into the vibrant, star-filled expanse of the known galaxy. The Abyssal armada had disintegrated along with their god. The war was over.The Prophets of Eden had immediately offered Sebastian Sterling the Throne of the Heavens, begging the "Platinum Messiah" to rule over the new Golden Empire.Sebastian had politely declined, stating that the profit margins of being a god were terrible, and the working hours were entirely unacceptable.Instead, he did what the King of Wall Street always did: he cashed out.With the incomprehensible wealth looted from the Abyssal armadas and the boundless gratitude of the true Creators, Sebastian didn't just buy a