I appear before the Dyson-Sphere, before hitting it with my Three-Thousand-Million-Billion-Quadrillion-Googolplex-Fold-God-Slaying-God-Cutting-Void-Breaking-Universe-Sundering-Story-Breaking-Plot-Rewriting-Retcon-Fist.

Mortal minds cannot begin to comprehend even a single aspect of the effect of this punch, so let me just tell you what happened.

That punch did certainly destroy the Interstellar Navigation-Purpose Ultra-Massive Mothership Celestial Sphere Type Space-Time Fortress Chaos utterly, without a single sound.

In other words.

A God, Punched, Absolutely fucking wrecked.

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