Under the effect of the time acceleration device, a gigantic star emitting a faint blue light was once again completely devoured by these clones.
The evolution of life levels had begun!
When the first clone broke the shackles that bound countless lives, the Constructors present watched with nearly bloodshot eyes.
For the first time, they felt a sense of jealousy towards these biological weapons they had personally created.
Since the Constructor Clan's inception, their racial genes had undergone continuous improvement, enhancement, and strengthening through generations, yet even with their advanced technology, they could not achieve immortality.
However, these clones, created by them to serve as biological weapons, had so easily broken those shackles.
"Is our long-held persistence truly correct?"
"Although we can control Universe rules and manipulate space-time through the system, we ourselves cannot achieve immortality. Is this truly what we seek?"
"Initially, a pioneer proposed the Mechanical Ascension Plan, to only retain our clan's core and replace everything else with machinery, but it was rejected!"
"Later, another pioneer proposed energizing the flesh to achieve immortality, yet that was also rejected!"
"Finally, when a pioneer suggested absorbing the genetic advantages of other immortal races to compensate for our shortcomings, it was still rejected!"
"After that, countless pioneers attempted to make changes, but they were all mercilessly suppressed!"
"Now, watching with our own eyes as the biological weapons we created complete a leap in life form in such a manner, is our persistence not ridiculous!"
A Constructor leader, responsible for the creation of these biological weapons, murmured to himself at this moment.
As the most ancient race in the Universe, their actual biological lifespan was only one million years, which sounded truly laughable.
Although this number already seemed no different from immortality to ordinary humans on Earth!
Even compared to the 'gods' of Asgard, whose lifespans were around ten thousand years, they could be considered true long-livers.
However, compared to certain other races that emerged after them, the Constructors felt that apart from their advanced technology, they themselves had nothing to be proud of.
To still be limited by biological lifespan, saying this out loud would simply bring shame to the title of 'most ancient race'.
However, despite this, the decision-makers at the very top had always clung to the illusory glory of being the most ancient race.
This race could have become even greater, even without relying on technology, simply by making themselves great and immortal, yet they repeatedly gave up opportunities.
Now, the same thoughts that once germinated in those pioneers began to sprout in this Creator's heart.
Such a perfect biological genetic system, even if it meant abandoning his so-called 'damn glory' as a Constructor, he wanted to obtain it.
Looking at the clones undergoing transformation ahead, this Creator secretly made certain decisions.
"The old and the rotten should be annihilated in the river of time. Let the revolution begin here!"
His intense emotional fluctuations naturally fell into Kytheron's eyes.
"It seems things are starting to get interesting!"
"Reformers and conservatives, it seems this dilemma is unavoidable for every race. I'll have to see what you plan to do."
With just a thought, everything the Creator was thinking was imprinted in Kytheron's mind.
This couldn't help but remind him of the fate of the Kryptonian, a race with unparalleled potential, yet they preferred racial destruction over escaping their gradually decaying planet.
Perhaps it was truly fate's doing, because that Universe needed a Son of Destiny named Superman to appear, and so the Kryptonian had a reason to be destroyed.
After all, in that Universe, fate truly existed.
While Kytheron was deep in thought, the Creator quietly left!
He wanted to modify the system core bound to these clones, an undoubtedly extremely risky move.
In the past, no matter how radical the pioneers were, they never thought of touching the system, and he would be the first.
Using his authority as a Creator, he very smoothly entered the system's core data stream platform.
"I never thought my identity as a Creator would help me so much!"
Even he himself hadn't expected that, despite being among the handful of people at the top of the Constructor Clan's pyramid, he was now about to do something that would fundamentally overturn the Constructor Clan!
Behind him, Kytheron followed like a ghost, completely distorting all cognitive concepts within his vicinity. Unless one's strength surpassed Kytheron's, it would be impossible to see through him.
And it seemed that because of the system's existence, the Constructors felt very secure about this place.
After reaching the innermost position, the Creator removed the helmet he had worn since shortly after his birth, revealing his grayish-blue face.
Before him was the system core, the pride of the Constructor Clan, and it also held all the knowledge the Constructor Clan possessed; it was a terrifying existence in itself.
Next to it, there was also a mass of golden-red energy.
"Star Mark Power, an unexpected bonus!"
Kytheron's eyes lit up slightly upon seeing that mass of power.
Star Mark Power is the concretization of the cosmic star power, the bond that maintains the Multiverse. Possessing complete Star Mark Power means another powerful being above the Multiverse.
Kytheron had already begun to consider which of his subordinates would be most suitable to inherit the Star Mark Power. That's right, once this power was seen by him, his mark, Kytheron's, was already branded upon it.
However, just at this moment, the Creator began to act!
He completely unleashed his authority as a Creator, then tried to impose his will on the system core. Instantly, his entire body paralyzed, and his life force completely dissipated.
"That's it!"
Kytheron was a bit speechless. He had waited for so long, expecting this guy to do something extraordinary, but he instantly collapsed when facing the system core.
It was no wonder that, as the core of the Constructors, the defensive power seemed so sparse.
Kytheron walked up to this so-called system core and couldn't help but ask his own system:
"System, what do you think of this thing?"
[Trash!]
A strong disdain, expressed without the slightest euphemism.
Hearing the system's answer, which was just as he expected, Kytheron no longer concealed himself. He immediately reached out and directly shattered the barrier confining the Star Mark Power, then collected it into the system space.
[All Constructors please note: Intruder detected, initiating defensive mechanisms!]
In an instant, the entire Constructor fortress began to operate at high speed!
And a teleportation force rose under Kytheron's feet, seemingly trying to forcibly teleport him away.
"Playing with the power of space in front of me?"
Kytheron lightly stomped his foot, and the nascent force was instantly dispersed.
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