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Zhou Ming furrowed his brows in confusion.

Normally, the pigeon’s speech was abstract, but he could still understand it to so extent. But this ti, it was a bit too abstract... What was this bird rambling about?

However, just as he was about to say sothing, the figure of Ai Yi had already begun to fade rapidly amidst the stars. It flapped its wings one last ti, and those mung bean eyes that usually didn’t seem very bright suddenly appeared contemplative. Then, it turned its head and seed to look seriously at its own owner.

"Good——bye——"

And then, the pigeon was gone.

Zhou Ming watched the scene in a daze for a while, shaking his head helplessly after a long ti, muttering to himself, "I thought at least this guy would be with till the end."

No one responded to his muttering.

Including the "sun" burning beneath his feet.

The Black Sun had "died". When Alice approached this sea of flas with the wooden box, Zhou Ming had noticed it.

Zhou Ming didn’t know when it had ceased its thought processes. Perhaps it was the mont the Holoss entered the backside of Creation of the World, or maybe when Alice reached the sea of flas with her wooden box. During this process, the Black Sun had quietly stopped thinking; not saying goodbye, nor leaving any ssage.

Here remained a corpse still burning in accordance with a specific pattern, maintaining a beacon-like flash that could still illuminate the path after the apocalypse.

This fla was the last "gift" that Black Sun left for Zhou Ming.

"...You really trust in my promise."

Zhou Ming smiled helplessly and shook his head. His figure gradually descended above the sea of flas, until he was engulfed by the fire, until he felt himself standing on a solid surface.

And the flas that had once belonged to the Black Sun, now without an owner, were still burning fiercely by his side, as if waiting for... "usurpation".

Zhou Ming squinted his eyes, looking around the sea of flas, when suddenly... a word appeared in his mind.

Usurper.

And thus, the final Usurping Fla began.

In an instant, the residual flas of the Black Sun were transford into carriers of starlight. This dazzling "celestial body", built up from twisted information and confused beliefs, was soaked in starlight as if ignited for the second ti, and exploded rapidly, turning into a strong flash that illuminated everything here in an infinitely short mont.

The fierce "illumination" cast starlight into the fissures of Creation of the World—again, for an infinitely short mont.

After this instant, ti truly lost its aning.

The Black Sun, the last remnant of the old world, the final fragnt left to this mont after the collision of countless worlds, was completely disintegrated in the starlight.

The Great Obliteration, completed.

...

All things vanished in the hollow echoes of the Great Obliteration, ti and space turned into nullities, that nearly eternal yet infinitely brief "instant"... began.

Only one consciousness was floating in the void, walking through this eternal instant.

It began to think, and to calculate.

The mathematical machine’s first parater was generated, and then, after an infinite length of ti, the second parater was cautiously determined—this process was too long to be asured, yet too short to be noticed.

It was still thinking, still calculating.

In the "ti" that was infinitely long and short, it started the initial assignnt for everything.

On an information scale that was both calculable and incalculable, it began arranging deserved promises into their rightful places.

It was still thinking, still calculating.

It began to decide the node for the operation of all things; in this yet-to-start mathematical machine, what ca before the node belonged to "design", what followed belonged to the "future of possibilities".

This process took another infinitely long instant.

...

Invoke.

From the old world - assignnt - completed.

Redirection done.

To the new world - model has been injected.

Thus, the eternal first second passed.

Zhou Ming-Duncan opened his eyes.

The void’s darkness reflected in his eyes.

...

He said—

"Let there be light."

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