In the Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group, things had been especially lively ever since the arrival of two newcomers—Constantine and Jack.
Both carried that same Western air, their faces familiar to each other in the way only people from the same cultural sphere could relate. And in a group where most members hailed from Eastern worlds, this shared background gave them an immediate camaraderie.
Demon Hunter: "@Vampire Queen, my graceful sister of the deathwalkers—why haven't you popped up today?"
Vampire Queen: "Oh… hard to say."
Pirate King of the Caribbean: "What? Walking in the sun isn't making you happy? From the sound of it, you're… not exactly cheerful."
Vampire Queen: "If you had to slaughter the idol you've worshipped for years, would you feel happy? No… you'd feel lost, just like I do."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Let me guess—you saw they were weaker than you, so you took their power for yourself?"
Kamado Tanjiro: "Sister Serena, I think I understand."
The vampire race had always been cold-blooded. They valued only strength.
If a lofty Vampire Duke suddenly found themselves weaker than a subordinate, the first instinct would be to eliminate the threat.
Serena understood people's hearts better than most—now one of the sharpest minds in the group.
Sure enough, she began recounting her story.
Vampire Queen: "After I received the call for help, I went at once. Seeing my people slaughtered by the werewolves filled me with such rage I wanted to kill them all!
But… Amelia's actions chilled me to the bone.
When I chose to pursue Lucian, the King of the Werewolves, she—our elder—tried to feed on her own kin.
No matter how harsh you are in daily discipline, that crosses the line.
So I killed her."
Demon Hunter: "You did well, Serena… but you haven't read through the chat logs before, have you?"
Vampire Queen: "What do you mean? No, I didn't. I only watched the videos."
Demon Hunter: "In my world, I hunted demons in God's name, killing dozens every year. Yet for a single moment of dissatisfaction, He shut me out. Hypocritical, isn't it? That 'God'…"
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "That's because your god is flawed. A true god should be as magnanimous as our Eternal God—without the slightest selfishness."
Ninth Uncle, Slayer of Demons: "Exactly. The Eternal God is selfless, as vast as the sea! Even if you are a ghost, if your heart is bright, one day you will become someone who benefits the world. Only then will you find the true meaning of your existence."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "I don't fully understand your world's hierarchy or power system… but Constantine's world must be stronger than mine. Look at him—he's killed angels!"
Vampire Queen: "…You're all terrifyingly strong."
Provoking gods, slaughtering Satan's demons, killing the fallen archangel Lucifer in a single strike, and even sacrificing Gabriel… Constantine's world was on an entirely different scale from hers.
But as the conversation went on, Serena's mood began to lift.
She no longer believed deathwalkers needed the protection of the three elders.
She herself could protect them.
If they believed in the Eternal God, they could live new lives.
World of Underworld
Freed from her earlier gloom, Serena led her people out of the mansion, heading toward the sealed elder's resting place.
She wasn't even in the mood for further killing.
Instead, she began preparing for the sacrificial rites—planning to establish the Church of Eternity and reshape their fallen world.
From deathwalker to servant of God… the transformation felt profound, like being recognized.
Now, she could bask in sunlight and savor life's warmth.
Transformers World
Meanwhile, in another universe, Sam Witwicky had visited the local church several times in search of answers about the strange chat group in his mind.
But the priest was no help.
Instead, the old man told him:
"Everything that has a cause will have an effect. All things have a root truth. You are not sick—but you are not facing your true self. When you truly confront it, you'll find the world is different."
The words were deep—too deep for Sam.
On the surface, it sounded like the priest was telling him to accept himself.
But Sam sensed a hidden meaning he couldn't quite grasp.
On his way home, the world itself seemed to shift.
A group of Decepticons launched an attack, destroying a military base.
Perhaps seeing how depressed he'd been lately, Sam's father decided to cheer him up with a gift: a car.
A yellow Camaro.
Bumblebee.
A sleeping Autobot.
That night, Sam drove up into the hills, legs hanging out the window, staring at the car roof above him.
"Is there really a God in this world?
Is the Eternal God really as powerful as they say?
When God appears, Satan doesn't dare speak…
Lucifer was killed outright…"
That can't just be an illusion…
He wanted to open the chat group files—but feared falling into some bottomless abyss.
In the end, he didn't dare. He only glanced at the group briefly before mentally shoving it to the back of his mind.
What he didn't know was that Bumblebee had recorded his muttered words and planned to transmit them to the other Autobots scattered across the stars.
To Bumblebee, Sam was just a human who liked to talk to himself.
A few days later, the Decepticons breached satellite systems and pinpointed Sam's location.
The prize they sought: the AllSpark Cube.
And Megatron.
They cared nothing for human opinions—only about offense, and more offense.
Their firepower pounded the area, forcing Sam to the ground in terror.
"Oh my God…"
He could only gape as his Camaro transformed into a towering robot—Bumblebee—who began emitting beams of light toward the sky, transmitting signals into deep space.
"What the hell… am I in a sci-fi movie now?"
Just days ago, he'd been agonizing over a mysterious chat group in his mind. Now his car had transformed before his eyes.
A shocking thought hit him:
Am I the protagonist? Is that why all this is happening?
Then he remembered—the chat group!
With the police unreachable, maybe they could help him.
Blond Boy Sam: "Everyone—my car just turned into a robot!! And it's sending bright light into space! Help me—!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "???"
Kamado Tanjiro: "Brother, you mean your car turned into a human?"
Blond Boy Sam: "Not human—a robot."
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "Metal monsters? Hmph. Take a picture."
Ding—
Sam uploaded a photo.
Chu Dashan: "Damn… machine life! That's wild… but it doesn't look that impressive."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Interesting, but yeah… not that amazing."
Demon Hunter: "Feels weak. I could probably cut it down with one swing."
Blond Boy Sam: "Weak question—are you all gods or something?"
Ninth Uncle, Slayer of Demons: "There's only one true God. We're chief priests—think of us like bishops, spreading His doctrine."
He'd picked up the term bishop from Constantine—quite handy for explaining.
Li Lao Er: "I am the Immortal Emperor!"
Kamado Tanjiro: "I am Emperor Shenwu!"
Young Master Murong: "And I'll soon become the third emperor."
Blond Boy Sam: "Oh my god… please, I just want to live! For you guys, these robots might fall in one punch—but for me, one punch and I'm scrap metal."
Vampire Queen: "Don't worry. There's an Eternal Meditation file in the group. Study it carefully, and you'll be fine—just like me."
Blond Boy Sam: "Really? Okay… I'll try. If it works, I'll be a believer in God."
The world was too dangerous now.
Alien robots had come—what couldn't happen next?
Sam thought of the priest's words.
Accept it.
If God had chosen him, so be it.
Bumblebee was still broadcasting his signal, but Sam found a corner to sit cross-legged and begin meditating. A nearby classmate stared in confusion.
Danger all around, explosions in the distance—and Sam was… meditating?
He sank into the practice, and soon his consciousness slipped into a strange, peaceful realm.
Like a fish swimming through clear waters, he drifted until a blinding divine radiance appeared before him.
"Oh my God… no… is this the Eternal God?"
Gods? Those petty beings in stories were nothing.
This was something far greater—something that dwarfed even the stars.
If such a God stood with him, what were alien invaders to fear?
Raised on tales of heroism, Sam had always dreamed—secretly—of being a chosen warrior who could save the Earth.
Now, perhaps, he had the chance.
Beep-beep… high-energy reaction detected below.
Bumblebee's sensors blared.
It followed the coordinates—
And discovered the source wasn't a Decepticon… but Sam!
How can a human have such a high energy reading?!
Is my detector malfunctioning?
The numbers kept climbing, higher and higher… until finally, the surge stabilized.
Sam opened his eyes.
Before him floated a list of choices:
Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Lightning, Wind, Light, Darkness…
The basic laws of magic.
"So this is God's power…"
His lips curled into a grin.
He chose Lightning.
Power exploded inside him—full, terrible, infinite.
The raw, unstoppable might of thunder and lightning.