Flesh.
Machine.
Two utterly incompatible constructs fused together in a grotesque yet eerily precise amalgamation—a sight that left countless civilizations across the multiverse stunned.
Questions flooded every mind:
Who was this?
What was he doing?
The answer came from the Foundation agent merged with POI-7*7's memories, his voice dripping with eerie recollection:
"Ci-Aiwo-Adolf."
"He's maintained this form for centuries. A failed ascension."
Ascension?
Mechanical ascension?
The audience reeled. That monstrous fusion of flesh and steel was the result of a botched transcendence?
The agent continued:
"Adolf preached the 'Church of Bloodletting' for over a century, rewriting laws to harvest brains from the dead—each one a processor to shield him from cognitive hazards during ascension."
Silence.
Even the most hardened souls shuddered.
To mutilate oneself, to weave others' minds into machinery—this was the work of a monster.
"How did it end?" asked a Foundation researcher.
"Catastrophically." The agent smirked. "Black spikes erupted from his body, shredding satellites. Antimatter flows scorched the sky. His corpse? Now just a supercomputer stuffed with organic waste—a megaphone for the regime."
The chat group exploded:
"He turned himself into a failed god?"
"And they worship that thing?!"
The Prophecy of Hy-Thoth
On-screen, the prismatic monolith thrummed as Ci-Aiwo-Adolf's voice boomed:
"The Day of Return approaches. Poincaré's prophecy shall be fulfilled."
"The Republic's citizens are the citizens of Hy-Thoth. The Fourth Saint shall lead the countercharge."
"We escaped the First Hy-Thoth's fall. Though Nai-Sheng-Le sank beneath the screaming void, we will ascend again."
Honkai Star Rail Universe – Herta Station
Herta's breath hitched.
"Screaming void… The Screaming Demon."
Her fingers trembled.
"Is this what forced them to flee?"
The Rally
On the prism's base, faceless crowds roared, fists raised.
Holographic slogans glowed emerald:
"LONG LIVE HY-THOTH."
"ASCEND OR PERISH."
Then—
Two pillars erupted from Adolf's back, piercing the storm clouds.
Lightning crawled down from the sky, up from the prism—
—until the arcs collided.
Plasma exploded.
The screen whited out.
The Truth of Wo-Wu
[Excerpt: Hy-Thoth Historical Records]
The First Hy-Thoth fell to the Wo-Wu—entities existing in a metastable state.
Upon contact, their bodies disintegrate into particles, vanishing without trace.
Entire star clusters evaporated into Cherenkov radiation.
The audience stared, horrified.
DC Universe – Watchtower
Batman's voice was grim. "They're not invaders. They're antimemes."
"Things that unmake themselves when observed."
The Seven Saints
The First Saint, Zhou-Yu-Le, awoke post-ascension and wept.
"A beast comes," He declared. "It shall devour our future, then our past."
"Only ascension offers escape."
Thus, the Lang-Drive Engine was born—a device to shatter lightspeed.
Entire civilizations fled into the tachyonic abyss.
But when they emerged—
Poincaré's Recurrence.
The universe had rewritten itself.
The Horror Returns
[Final Log]
"The Wo-Wu returned. The Fourth Saint rallied the survivors. Again."
"But this time…
"They forgot."
The Fifth Saint? Gone from records.
The Seventh? Never existed.
Just like the Foundation's vanished agent.
A whisper slithered through the multiverse:
The Screaming Demon was back.