Gintama.

Kagura stared at the endless stream of bugs appearing in Celestial Screen, tilting her head and asking, "Gintoki, I still don't understand what Madam Herta said. Does The Propagation just keep spawning bugs endlessly?"

"Hmm..." Gintoki lay on the sofa, lazily picking his nose. "Let me give you an example. Suppose I was the Milk Star God, walking on the Path of Milk. Then my power would be to control all the milk in the universe – whether it's strawberry milk or expired milk, it all has to obey me."

Shinpachi pushed up his glasses and couldn't help but say, "What kind of ridiculous metaphor is that! And why milk of all things! You just want to drink milk right now, don't you? Who can understand a metaphor like that!?"

"Don't interrupt me!" Gintoki continued, "Anyway! But under the manifestation of my power, not only cows would produce milk, but any creature in this world, including Sadaharu and humans – could produce milk."

"Not only that, I could also twist the concept of 'milk'. As long as something is squeezed out by hand, whether it's toothpaste or shampoo or whatever... it would eventually turn into milk."

"—Ooooh!" Kagura's eyes practically had stars popping out. "Then this Star God is super—super amazing, aru! So if I were the 'Vinegar Kelp Star God', could I make all the snacks in the world turn into vinegar kelp?"

Gintoki nodded, "Of course, if you want, those guys in the Shogunate will have vinegar kelp floating in their miso soup in the morning."

That's the Path...

So narrow that it would probably be swallowed by other Star Gods in a second...

—

"Let's continue and hear what Taiyi said." Herta couldn't wait to change the Star's position again.

Under Taiyi's body, an Empire roared, and the believers erupted in harmony; It seemed to float yet Its form was heavy, Its face shone with the radiance of a hymn; every word It uttered seemed to have vertically arranged syllables, carrying either dim or magnificent tones.

It descended, friendly embracing Amber Lord's vast and scattered head; It seemed to lean closer... and the Star finally heard Its voice, which was the combined roar of Imperial Noble weapons firing simultaneously, spreading out like light beneath It—

"You shall finally answer My invitation... Qlipoth; the meddler has no rules of self-restraint, their actions shall not be forgiven."

"Controller of the Will of Transmutation—Amber Lord, you were originally without proper responsibility."

—

Attack on Titan.

Armin held his breath, looking up at the majestic figure in Celestial Screen.

He had never imagined that absolute Order could be so breathtakingly beautiful. In that majestic and sacred radiance, It seemed to speak of the ultimate answer to cosmic civilization; the resonance of those myriad harmonies drew him in irresistibly...

"—Armin!"

Eren's voice interrupted his thoughts just in time. Only then did Armin realize he had been lost in thought for a long time.

"No matter how long you stare at It, Order won't respond to you." Eren shrugged. "It seems the power of the Star Gods also has limits. Otherwise, It wouldn't seek cooperation with Preservation."

"Then, Mikasa, do you think Amber Lord will accept Taiyi's invitation?" Armin looked at the girl beside Eren, who was clutching her scarf.

"Probably... not." Mikasa shook her head. She lowered her gaze, glanced at Eren beside her, and said cautiously, "Amber Lord's mission is to build walls. Only by building walls can he practice Preservation on his Path, right?"

"But if he ignores a crisis like this and just keeps building walls, what's the difference between the life inside the walls and livestock?" Eren looked at the already fallen Wall Maria in the distance and said through gritted teeth, "What's the meaning of such Preservation? It's just prolonging the inevitable..."

"Then, Eren, you mean Amber Lord will agree?"

"Yes." Eren nodded confidently. "In my opinion, the true meaning of Preservation is to kill every single enemy outside the walls, leaving none behind. Whether it's Gourmand or The Propagation, only by completely eliminating all enemies can Preservation be truly realized."

—

The scorching sun poured down like molten iron, heating the Star's back. She blinked her dry eyes; her rough fingers were covered in grayish-white mud, and the blisters on her palms had burst, mixing with grit and sticking stickily to her skin.

"Herta, I'm..."

"Your time getting a close look at Order is over. If you want to learn more about It, remember to come take more tests~" Herta said in her ear. "This time you're playing as The Trailblaze Akivili. It looks like you're currently among Preservation faction, The Architects."

"Akivili was also one of The Architects?"

"Star, once you're out of the Simulated Universe, I really need to have Himeko give you a good lesson." Herta said grumpily. "Akivili is the Star God closest to humans. They once adventured, fought, and lived alongside mortals."

"Alright." The Star raised her head and looked around blankly—towering city walls stretched to the horizon, and countless ragged Architects clung to them like ants. She was sitting beside an unfinished section of the wall base, and a middle-aged man was lying next to her.

The man was as thin as dried firewood, his straw hat covering his face, his chest rising and falling slowly, clearly fast asleep. His hands and feet were covered in calluses, and his fingernails were packed with wall dust, but a trace of inappropriate contentment hung on the corner of his mouth.

This guy is slacking off—the Star quickly kicked him awake and asked him why he was building walls here.

"How should I know? Those Architects said they got inspiration from Amber Lord's hammer blows, and now they're urgently building walls in various star systems."

"What inspiration?" the Star continued to ask.

The man looked bewildered. He lazily pulled his straw hat back over his face. "No idea, don't know. When The Architects tell me what the inspiration is, I'll start working then."

"It seems Order and Preservation have indeed reached some kind of agreement." Herta said with some confusion. "...I'm very curious how The Architects received the Star God's inspiration, getting such accurate information just from hammer blows to build high walls against external enemies in advance. Qlipoth usually doesn't care much about mortals; overlooking sentient beings is more like the behavior of Order Taiyi."

"But it's also normal for these two Star Gods to have a connection, after all, Preservation and Order have intersecting domains. Honestly, I quite admire Taiyi. It radiates the glory of an ancient Empire, like solemn marble, which is also somewhat similar to Qlipoth—They both have the shadow of a guardian deity upon Them, just in different forms."