Before him was not the familiar cabin Roger knew, no warm fire in the hearth, but a void, chaos where the entire world felt shattered and fragnted.
He looked up into the distance and saw a figure riddled with holes.
"Isn’t this the life you’ve always longed for?"
"Isn’t this the fundantal reason you resisted the summon and chose to stay in a strange world?"
A voice echoed from within, and Roger raised his head, scrutinizing the fragnted figure.
"This question is aningless." His energy was empty; at this mont, he was like an ordinary person, unable to feel any transcendent power.
"I no longer hold any utilitarian value for you, so there’s no need to construct a virtual world solely to pacify or gratify ."
"Unless you have ulterior motives." Upon saying this, Roger slowly raised his head.
"You hope I willingly hand over that part of my power. Although you’ve now seized them, you can’t completely convert them, can you?"
Roger’s eyes flickered.
"Exactly."
The illusory figure admitted willingly, "Look at my current body, just like that world, destruction is predictable, and I can even precisely forecast every mont before the world’s demise."
"Precise to every person, every animal, every leaf."
"Do you want to feel that despair?"
"Then what am I? Are the mories in my mind impending events or entirely fabricated?"
Roger voiced the doubt in his heart.
"You are a part of ."
"The broken world needs nding. Over countless ages, I’ve sent nurous saviors; so succeeded in bringing back the world’s essence and rule fragnts, but many never returned."
"Ophelia and Nassero." Roger uttered two nas.
"I rember them; they were dispatched under circumstances where world rules were relatively complete, the last batch—a powerful magician and a top-tier dragon."
"Since then, I’ve used all my strength to solidify the entire world, which greatly weakens my capabilities, but I must do this."
"I must sustain the world as long as possible before they return."
There was no fluctuation in the opponent’s voice, and at this mont, a scene unfolded before Roger’s eyes. He saw the bright sunlight, snow-covered valleys, clear streams, and small animals darting through the woods.
Everything was tranquil and harmonious, brimming with vitality.
But the vibrant world before him was eerily silent.
Like a frozen fra.
"Survive and linger on ingloriously?" Roger smirked.
He had thought he would see a world of boiling lava and endless darkness.
"This is the last glory; its destruction may be thousands of years away or perhaps just a mont."
"And now, the power you’ve brought back can save it to the greatest extent, then I can revive, allowing the world to return to normal circulation while also activating all my strength."
"Then launch a plane invasion."
"Using that door as a passage, based on the rules you brought back, I will gradually absorb everything in that plane!"
"In the past, when world rules were relatively intact, I could dispatch more transcendent beings, but they could only bring back fragnted power. Despite their numbers, the pace of repair still couldn’t outpace the rate of decay."
"Thus, after I had to solidify the world, I could only choose to cut off a part of myself and start anew."
"Your growth requires ti, with countless variables along the way, but as long as you can return here, I won’t just retrieve scant origins and rules."
"Instead, it will be a breach, a plane where I can do as I wish!"
"We have no ti left; this is the last chance."
"The more we restore, the stronger we beco, then we can venture farther, everything moving in a positive direction, together we can save our world."
"That’s yours, not mine."
Roger shook his head.
"It’s like killing people to extend life, except the ones dying are those I care about." Roger sneered.
After a long silence, the fragnted figure worked hard to condense, and then a familiar face erged.
It was Roger’s face.
"I said it before, you are a part of , we are originally one."
"With this world destroyed, you will cease to exist."
"What you care about are not this world, just so people in it, and that I can fulfill for you!"
That person raised his hand, and before Roger, another scene appeared—the familiar castle, familiar buildings, and those amicable smiling faces.
"I thought you preferred a normal life. Now tell , as long as you wish, I can grant it to you!"
"There you can exist forever with your friends."
Scene after scene unfolded, yet Roger was filled with a chilling cold!
"Enough, one experience of such a life was enough."
"That’s it, I accept the fate of death."
"Also, am I the only one?"
From the figure before him, Roger felt the sa aura as forr Ophelia.
Pure rationality and extre purpose.
He didn’t believe the other would pin all hopes of success on him alone for such an important opportunity.
"There’s no one else; this is the limit of what I can do under current circumstances, after all, you’re different from the others."
"And solidifying this world has used up nearly all resources of the entire plane; the celestial convergence in your mory is just an illusion."
"There are no other worlds left; the entire plane is down to the last world, and that world is on the brink of ruin."
"So indeed, you are the only one."
The other party replied.
Complicated inside, at this mont, Roger didn’t know what to say, but then he heard another piece of information.
"You are the only one, but this is not the first attempt, it’s the only success after failing 283567 tis."
Upon hearing this answer, Roger’s spirit suddenly tightened.
"Should I feel honored?"
"If I fail, what will happen?"
"Initialization and starting from scratch."
"You sure are straightforward." Roger sneered.
"Losing all mories, becoming an ordinary gar?"
"No, you will abandon this part as well."
Roger inexplicably felt a chill, "Are the mories different each starting ti?"
"Of course."
"I have said, currently our plane is left with only one world, but in other worlds that have been destroyed, I have countless samples to choose from."
From the other’s words, Roger quickly grasped a deeper aning.
"So... aside from the gamified part, part of my mories are indeed real?"
"Yes."
"But all that is unimportant, your essence and origin are the starting point of everything, mories are just fillers, we are one."
"Fillers?" Roger shook his head.
"Perhaps mory doesn’t completely define a person, but it’s definitely not the filler you speak of."
Roger’s eyes shone with light.
"Also, thank you for the simulated illusionary life you provided ; it made realize, even if you strip my power, I am not without the strength to fight!"
"I am a part of you, so are you."
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