Seeing them successfully break through and disappear into the vast ocean, blending back into the cities and among the people, Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

  Good. The dignity of the Gods is preserved. After all, what kind of game would it be if a majestic and unfathomable Outer God couldn't even protect his own followers?

  He continued to observe the entire world.

  What exactly is that Tower of Babel?

  Could this God-sying weapon be trying to shatter the World Crystal Wall?

  Li Qing began to contempte the potential threats.

  He specuted based on natural phenomena.

  Are they firing venomous water jets to corrode the gss?

  Or perhaps their tongues, like a chameleon's, can reach seven times the speed of sound and pierce the Crystal Wall?

  Don't be ridiculous!

  Their civilization had only just developed multicellur life—crude, haphazard clumps of cells. Even if they'd invented artillery, how powerful could it truly be?

  They might perceive transparent gss as fragile, but they fundamentally misunderstand the strength of tempered gss.

  Even ordinary gss would likely prove too tough for them.

  It took them so long to even harness ultraviolet light. How could they possibly develop a physical attack capable of breaching this gss?

  "The gap in civilization is too vast," Li Qing thought, doubting their capabilities.

  He briefly considered a reckless pn like "sneak in, grab an air rifle, and smash the Tower of Babel," but quickly dismissed it upon closer inspection.

  The most effective solution, in reality, was to assassinate the Emperor.

  By eliminating the Emperor and allowing the Church of God to seize power, he could pilfer their civilization's foundations and manipute this Microscopic Civilization from behind the scenes. Total annihition wasn't the ideal course of action.

  Besides, he wasn't in a position to carry out a complete extinction event personally.

  "Without entering the room, there are few methods for complete extermination! Scorching Hell—gasoline? Or Frozen Age—liquid nitrogen?" Li Qing hesitated. "Or perhaps a dust explosion?"

  If these methods were reliable, he would have used them already.

  First, there was liquid nitrogen.

  The boratory's steel ptes could withstand it, but he feared the tempered bulletproof gss wouldn't hold up. Gss was notoriously vulnerable to sudden temperature changes.

  Anyone who had seen those infamous "stupid foreigner videos" knew how terrifying liquid nitrogen could be. It could freeze thin steel sheets solid, causing them to snap in half with a light tap. What chance did gss have?

  It was perfectly normal for such a rge piece of gss to crack from uneven cooling.

  The bulletproof gss before him, as rge as a floor-to-ceiling window, must have cost a fortune if it were high-quality.

  Li Qing doubted Ning Guochang's financial resources. While his parents had left him an inheritance, it wasn't substantial. He might have bought an inferior product.

  After all, tempered gss panels this size were surprisingly affordable on Pinduoduo, and they even cimed to be bulletproof. But who would trust their effectiveness?

  Trying to test military-grade gss with such a shoddy product would be suicidal.

  Then there was the gasoline.

  Even if the uneven heating didn't shatter the gss, there was no guarantee the gasoline would wipe out the creature inside.

  The limited oxygen within the chamber wouldn't sustain a fire for long. The fmes would quickly die out.

  As for pumping oxygen through the small opening?

  That would likely create convection currents, pushing the target out—a death wish.

  And finally, the dust explosion?

  Leaving aside the unlikelihood of shattering the gss...

  Dust explosions require agitating the dust to disperse evenly in the air. This process would also likely generate convection currents.

  None of these methods seemed viable. The more complicated the pn, the greater the chance of failure.

  Not to mention other potential disasters, like the gss colpsing and shattering under vacuum pressure... Well, ultimately, it all boiled down to a ck of resources.

  But Li Qing had already prepared his next world-ending scheme—one far more fwless and without any side effects. Compared to the previous two Extinction Events, this one would be truly ruthless.

  For now, he would observe whether his Guardian Corps could breach the civilization from within.

  A global extinction event might jeopardize his own Guardian Corps, undoing all his hard work. Surely, a coordinated attack from both inside and out would be far more effective than brute-force destruction?

  He decided to give the Church of Light another boost, aiming to sway public opinion.

  From beyond the World Wall, high in the sky, he broadcast a soul-shattering message across the entire kingdom below:

  "Because of the faithful, I will spare this world from destruction this time."

  "But if the people of this nd persist in their delusions, I will once again annihite all living things upon it."

  Li Qing picked up his cloak, delivered his chilling decree, and turned to leave. His final, cold voice echoed like the eternal blue sky above, detached from joy or sorrow:

  "Atabians, your days of decision are dwindling."

  "The Final Judgment Day is fast approaching."

  After leaving the apartment, Li Qing found the sky already dark, dotted with countless stars. Elderly women strolled through the residential complex, completely oblivious to the microscopic civilization thriving in a jar in the neighboring apartment.

  Li Qing pondered for a moment, then decided to buy surveilnce cameras. He checked around and discovered that the highest-resolution models were shockingly expensive. After splurging on two, his savings were nearly depleted.

  A pang of discomfort struck Li Qing. His rent, the few pieces of furniture he'd casually arranged, his gym sessions, and even his obsessive study of the microscopic civilization—all his expenses from the past few days combined hadn't cost as much as these two cameras.

  Of course, the ultraviolet microscope he'd borrowed had saved him a considerable sum.

  Still, Li Qing was satisfied with the results. The cameras' image quality was truly exceptional, capable of capturing even the tiniest details of ants crawling on leaves. No wonder they rivaled high-end digital cameras—a testament to humanity's relentless technological advancement. At certain distances, their resolution was so sharp that even the fine antennae of mosquitoes on leaves could be seen with perfect crity.

  When the time came, Li Qing pnned to position the cameras directly against the gss, focusing entirely on filming the microscopic civilization. (A/N: Don't ask how; just assume parallel universes exist and these ultra-high-definition cameras can capture even the finest details of an ant's anatomy (?*?﹏?*?;?)

  "The main thing is to observe that Tower of Babel," Li Qing thought.

  At nine o'clock that evening, Li Qing bought a camera, returned home, and immediately installed it, eager to get back to his overtime work.

  "The Evil God is casting a spell!"

  "Such a massive incantation prelude?"

  "Damn it! Is this the Judgment Day's doomsday weapon?"

  They stared in terror at the camera pointed directly at them, convinced it was about to unleash a malevolent energy capable of obliterating their civilization.

  This is a Judgment Day weapon!

  Some researchers, suspected of being Church spies, examined the footage briefly and then wildly procimed: "It's a Death Ray cannon capable of destroying the world!"

  Rumors were deliberately leaked, plunging the entire world into panic.

  Even the number of people secretly joining the Church, worshipping the Lord, and begging for salvation and forgiveness surged.

  "You guys are always overreacting," Li Qing muttered, dismissing their hysteria. After installing the camera, he checked the connection on his phone, verified that the mite-sized creatures inside were still being filmed clearly, and left.

  The next morning, Li Qing woke up, brushed his teeth, and ate breakfast. Then, he remembered his dwindling bank bance.

  After days of splurging, his money was running out.

  Li Qing finally started brainstorming ways to earn some cash.

  "The best way would be to treat wealthy cancer patients," he mused. "With most cancers, as long as the cells haven't metastasized, my Church of Light troops can simply infiltrate and eliminate them. I could get rich just by picking and choosing cases."

  "But right now, my Church of Light troops are busy assassinating the Emperor in secret. They don't have time to carry out the God of Light's missions to exterminate demonic beasts."

  Once he truly mastered cancer treatment, he'd first help Susan's girlfriend with her stomach cancer—she was a minor heiress, after all.

  Of course, he'd have to conceal his identity during the treatment and pretend to be a divine chartan.

  But this wasn't the time for such daydreams. The technology to cure cancer was still far off, and he was about to starve in the meantime.