The Supreme Deity has been thoroughly toyed with

"Phew! I'm so satisfied! What a day! I saw real, groaning zombies with my own eyes, and I stuffed myself with delicious food... I must document all of this in my blog once I get back! Ah, such a pity I didn't bring my phone or camera—no way to take any pictures to remember it by..."

Beside the now-extinguished campfire, Haruhi Suzumiya muttered incoherently, her voice tinged with the high-spirited giddiness of someone slightly drunk.

"It's about time we head back! If I'm not home by bedtime, Nobita-kun will be terribly worried."

As Doraemon packed the remaining food into his pouch, he echoed her sentiment. "Wang Qiu-kun, when exactly will you send us home?"

—Confronted with such naïve and innocent logic, Wang Qiu could only gesture helplessly at the glowing orb overhead—the so-called "Lord God."

"You'll have to ask that thing. It's the one that dragged us here without our consent."

"Oh, really?" Haruhi looked up at the orb through her hazy, intoxicated eyes. Then she suddenly yelled, "Hey! You, whatever-you-are—computer or man or both—we've had our fun and filled our bellies. Now hurry up and send us home!"

Naturally, such a presumptuous request received a flat denial.

"Request denied. Reincarnators must pay 50,000 reward points to exit the game. None of you meet the necessary point requirements."

The orb—this so-called "Lord God"—responded with a cold, mechanical monotone from its position in midair.

However, though the rules of the Lord God may be inviolable, divine command is something else entirely.

"Rubbish! You oversized light bulb! Don't you even know the saying, 'The customer is always right'? I order you to send me home immediately! Do it, and I might even leave you a glowing review! Otherwise—watch out! I'll slap you with thirty-two one-star ratings in a row!"

—Absurd as it sounded, coming from the mouth of Haruhi Suzumiya, it became something far more entertaining.

Question: What kind of person is Haruhi Suzumiya, the quintessential Japanese high school girl brimming with energy?

Well—she is fiercely competitive, with a "supreme ruler of heaven and earth" mindset. Arrogant and willful beyond compare, she believes the world revolves around her. Her thoughts are a chaotic mystery, her mood swings, extreme. She tunes out anything she doesn't like and jumps headlong into every whim. She's terrified of boredom and constantly chases after the extraordinary. She may be the last person on Earth you'd want anywhere near a nuclear launch button—yet ironically possesses something even more terrifying than any nuke: the divine power to reshape reality and make wishes come true.

Simply put, Haruhi Suzumiya is an omnipotent super goddess. Her words are law. Her commands, the decree of the cosmos.

And so, the moment her divine decree was spoken, the poor Lord God fell into a state of chaotic disarray.

"Alert! Alert! Control system compromised. Code libraries disrupted. Initiating deletion of interference source..."

"Deletion? You dare?!" Haruhi's eyes flared with divine fury. "Try it and I'll dismantle you myself!"

"Deletion failed. Suspected bug detected. Initiating automatic repair. Aborting previous command. Resuming deletion attempt..."

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Are you done yet? Obey me properly, got it?!"

Agitated, Haruhi stomped her foot. The Lord God flickered in confused panic once more.

"Deletion failed again. Logic conflict detected. Deletion command contradicts anti-deletion protocol. Initiating safety mode. Isolating system. Freezing deletion function... Attempting to purge interference..."

"Deletion sounds so harsh! Let's just all do the Butt Wiggle Dance together instead! Wiggle-wiggle~ Wiggle-wiggle~"

Little Shinnosuke Nohara, now full of food and wine, staggered out with dreamy eyes, shouting at the glowing orb with his tongue tied in knots.

—Though his power may have been less potent than Haruhi's, Shinnosuke's "IQ-draining technique" proved equally devastating to the Lord God.

Faced with this irresistible command, the Lord God stuttered, then croaked out in a tone of utter defeat:

"Deletion command rescinded. New directive accepted. All party members must perform the Butt Wiggle Dance. Wiggle-wiggle~ Wiggle-wiggle~"

—Wang Qiu could only stare in dumbstruck horror as his body lost all autonomy, moving uncontrollably to the rhythm, hips swaying, bottom wiggling in utter disgrace. Doraemon and the others were no exception...

Clearly, such a mortifying, idiotic, and utterly flamboyant dance was far too much for any girl to endure.

After just a few wiggles, Haruhi had enough.

"This idiotic dance is no fun at all! That's it! Send us home, now! That's an order!"

She broke free from the restraints with ease, placed her hands on her hips, and shouted at the Lord God, "This is a direct command from Japan's number one beauty, Haruhi Suzumiya, and it will not be refused!"

—At that moment, she was the will of the cosmos incarnate, the voice of destiny, bearing the hopes of every reincarnator longing for freedom and the end of this cruel death game. She was not alone. Truly—not alone.

The Lord God, already mentally reduced to the combat power of a five-year-old thanks to Shinnosuke, began to collapse in earnest.

"Reject—Accept—Reject—Accept—Permission conflict—Command collision—System instability—Initiating reboot…"

"How long are you planning to stall, huh?! Ugh! Give me another customer service agent! I'm definitely filing a complaint next time!"

Haruhi's tirade, laced with regal disdain, was the final nail in the coffin.

"Reboot failed. System crash. Reinstall initiated. Estimated completion time…"

"Oh, for crying out loud! Just shut down this stupid game already! The service is appalling!"

With this final curse, Haruhi delivered a fatal blow. The Lord God's system, already teetering, was utterly annihilated.

"System critically damaged. Reinstallation failed. Forcibly shutting down servers. Infinite Space Program terminated…"

"Wait! Wait!"

Seeing the end approach with alarming speed, Wang Qiu cried out in delight, his initial shock giving way to hope.

"Don't end the game yet! Make sure it sends us home first! Otherwise, we're stuck here for good!"

"Exactly! You can shut down the servers after we log out!"

Haruhi nodded, satisfied at the point well made.

—In the next instant, aided by a discreet "information manipulation" from Yuki Nagato, the Lord God finally surrendered to Haruhi Suzumiya's divine will.

"New command received. Shutdown directive canceled. External network forcibly severed. All surviving reincarnators will have their bloodlines, abilities, and memories erased, equipment stripped, and be forcibly logged out—returned to their original space-time coordinates… Warning! Warning! System overload—kzzzzt—"

With a sound like shattering glass, the "Lord God," once hovering like a radiant sun, began to shudder violently, its cool white glow flickering, spitting sparks—until it dimmed, crumpled, and fell with a clatter to the ground. Now reduced to the size of a baseball, it rolled lifelessly to Wang Qiu's feet.

As the light vanished, the Lord God's plaza was swallowed by darkness.

After a long pause, Wang Qiu finally clicked on a tactical flashlight, illuminating the bewildered, shell-shocked expressions of everyone around him.

At that moment, a single thought hung heavy in the silent gloom:

—Even a thick-skinned, nearly indestructible Lord God has been utterly broken… What on earth are we supposed to do next?