Su Ming'an looked at the game disc in his hand—a little girl and a Siamese cat stood together, gazing at a Western-style church. The disc was inscribed with "The Cat and Her" in cursive letters.

He lowered his head, looking at the corpses lying around him. To derive reasonable game rules, practical experience was necessary. Countless locals had died on this path of game planning.

Beneath the magnificent and bustling church, people praised Su Ming'an's illustrious name. Thanks to his "balancing," sacrifices were minimized. However, a sharp voice quickly emerged:

"—The deity doesn't care about you. Keep deceiving yourselves! The deity decides who tests the rules and who sacrifices, but why did my loved one have to die?"

It was a disheveled woman, her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Su Ming'an. Her family was also among the dead bodies, yet people only cheered, ignoring her grief.

Su Ming'an opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, someone "helped him" subdue the woman. He didn't even utter a word before she was dragged away. There would naturally be someone to punish such "disrespect towards the deity."

—This suddenly reminded him of that day.

The deity made no response, yet members of the Holy Alliance Army stormed into the hospital, burning Ming Luo's daughter to death... that little girl afflicted with Black Mist Disease. How desperate she cried, and Ming Luo kept praying to the deity, hoping they would spare his daughter, but he received no response.

When someone questions the deity, it doesn't need to speak; a large crowd will naturally pin down the questioner—shepherds don't need to swing the whip hard, the sheep will govern themselves.

"Don't overthink it." The deity's voice came: "Don't be crushed by guilt, pulling the trolley lever isn't your fault. The deceased volunteered."

"I just... felt a sense of 'so that's how it is,'" Su Ming'an said.

Back then, he didn't understand why the deity was so cruel and heartless. He thought Tao Meng was really pitiful, studying so diligently yet losing the chance to take the exam from the start. He also felt sorry for Grandma Lin, who did nothing wrong yet lost her family and stood alone—all because of the deity, all because of the deity's harm.

He once hated the deity so much, believing it was the source of all fixed destinies and all tragedies.

But when he stood in the deity's position, he suddenly realized that all of this was unavoidable. The deity's vast vision couldn't see every person who suffered, nor could it show favoritism for just one person. There were millions of cities, billions of people, ten thousand timelines in the world. How could the deity see the girl student jumping off a building in that one city? How could it hear Ming Luo's faint cries?

The deity couldn't stop erasing history before the Old God awakened, nor could it halt the emotion collection maintained for thousands of years. So, those who tried to reclaim history, those dissatisfied with numbness, those yearning for freedom, would indeed be stopped by its oracle, and an oracle covering the whole world, applied to every human, is a weighty pain as heavy as a mountain. This pain is inevitable, stubborn, and irrevocable.

Standing in the deity's position... Su Ming'an suddenly realized that even if he became the deity, he couldn't do any better.

Just like praising a flower led to a family's breakup. He couldn't predict what people below would do.

He couldn't see it.

Too insignificant.

...It wasn't that "the deity doesn't care," but rather "the deity can't do it." Clearly the savior, but everyone resents it, even the initial Su Ming'an.

After returning to the Holy City, Su Ming'an sat in his room, silent for a long time. He gazed at his palm, empty yet as if holding a pile of invisible frost and snow.

...Did Su Wensheng also understand the deity's helplessness, hence moved by the deity's fabricated gentleness?

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of leaves slowly falling outside the window. He watched these remnants of wind-like broken leaves and suddenly realized it was already winter.

At this moment, he faintly heard a girl's voice from next door:

"—How can you say that? Lv Shu and Noel aren't people who only care about their selfish desires! Why can't you understand? Yes, I'm just a game livestreamer, I shouldn't comment on politics, but I think what you're saying is wrong, why assume and speculate on others' evil?"

Su Ming'an pushed the door open, standing at the doorway of the adjacent room, peering through the crack, he saw Su Luoluo sitting in front of the computer. She was arguing about something to the computer, probably linked up with the audience in the live broadcast room. As a game streamer, she occasionally linked up with some fans, but today, it turned into an argument.

The reflection from the screen fell on her face, her fingers tightly gripping the microphone as if that could stop the offensive words from the other side of the screen.

From the speaker came the voice of the audience in the call: "Did I say something wrong? Lv Shu and Noel suddenly appeared next to the deity, became the left and right hands of the Holy City without any merits, the reduction in living resources was very likely proposed by them, just to make their layer live better. You're just a game streamer without insight, don't question others' judgments."

Su Ming'an understood. It turned out to be a group of viewers who liked to theorize, always wanting to speculate about the people around the deity to demonstrate their foresight.

Almost no one knew Su Luoluo was a Principal, most thought she was just a regular game streamer. In fact, before the fifth World Game, Su Luoluo was indeed a high school student, she had to attend online classes daily, no different from ordinary people. No one knew she was living next to the deity.

"—I, of course, have insight! Of course, I know what kind of people they are. You, you... never mind." Su Luoluo took a deep breath, raised a smile again: "Forget it, let's not spread negative emotions, let's talk about games..."

"A clown who caters to the audience with a smile, really thinking you're great?" The opponent refused to let her go: "Recently, food rations are getting less and less, it must have been instigated by them. As expected, little girls are completely irrational, only looking at faces..."

With limited vision, the public found it hard to understand what the generals above had done.

The Lezi People in the live broadcast room laughed: [In a hurry, love to watch.], [Turn off the live broadcast to calm down, Demon King Miss.], [Why bother...], [Eating melon], [The streamer's endurance is lacking, broke down], [Can the black haters get lost!]

At this moment, Su Ming'an opened the door.

"Creak—"

The wooden door made a light sound.

The room instantly went silent.

The live broadcast room's bullet screen quieted, and the speaker also went silent.

Su Luoluo thought the call got disconnected and checked the camera.

From the speaker came a trembling voice: "…Did you use AI to change faces? The person behind you... is not real, right."

Su Luoluo listened, and then suddenly seemed to realize something, turning back in confusion.

Behind her stood a black-haired young man.

His eyes were surrounded by a layer of blue-gray, the color very light, yet due to his excessively pale complexion, it stood out. He was still wearing the gold and white robe from his speech, embroidered with white narcissus patterns representing the Deity.

Under the dim rainbow lights of the main computer indoors, his lips pressed into a line, his brows and eyes buried in deep shadows, making it unclear whether his expression was inherently indifferent or angry.

He stepped forward a few steps, grasped the microphone, his pupils reflecting the diamond-like light of time, staring at the camera flashing red lights. It was as if something invisible had passed across his eyes, he quickly locked onto the other party's identity and address. After all, the Deity controls everything, including the internet.

In a low voice, he stated the other party's identity, and soon, that defiant voice turned into pleading, mixed with immense fear. The bullet comments in the live broadcast room suddenly quieted down, no one dared to send any more bullet comments.

"God... I, I didn't expect that she was your... Follower? I didn't expect... I... I'm guilty, I shouldn't have presumptively commented on the General, I thought... I thought... spare me!!"

Su Ming'an ignored the other party's pleas and left the matter to the Deity. He closed the live broadcast and took Su Luoluo out.

Next to the Old Divine Palace, there was a green park, complete with gardens, fences, and swings. Su Ming'an rarely visited there, but he had something to entrust to Su Luoluo.

The green area resembled a jade-colored river, with benches of reddish-yellow color sitting along the riverside, like pages of yellowed books. Su Ming'an held her hand, walking through the swaying breeze.

She lowered her head, her fingers trembling. Su Ming'an thought she was afraid; when he had pulled her out of the whirlpool of family before, she had been trembling like this. He tightened her fingers, touching the thin, hard bones beneath the skin, cold as ice.

But in truth, she wasn't afraid of him, she was just afraid of the Evil in the mortal world.

"...Why can't I be a bit more mature?"

This was the first thing she had said to him this year. Ever since their timelines were split, due to the difference in rank, the two had not met. This was the first time.

She kept her head down: "Why... I just want to play games simply, don't want to see disgusting words, don't want to social with others, I just want to be alone, doing such a job that can support myself..."

Su Ming'an and she sat down on the bench. In front was a flowerbed. Perhaps to cater to the Deity's preference, the entire garden was filled with roses and lilies.

Golden ginkgo leaves spun around, falling onto her shoulder.

Su Ming'an looked at Su Luoluo's sad expression, feeling inner conflict at the wrong moment. Even in her sadness, he still had to entrust the task to her. Even all his concern for her was just preparation, just to make her agree to the task he was asking.

He hadn't seen Su Luoluo for nearly a year. Although they lived very close, if not for needing a favor, he wouldn't come to see her. But she wholeheartedly trusted him, cherishes this rare reunion.

"...It's really exhausting, always smiling." Su Luoluo said.

Whenever public figures force a smile, struggling, and in pain, the spectators' smiles become more enthusiastic.

But seeing Su Ming'an's slightly hesitant expression, Su Luoluo instinctively wanted to smile a bit, maybe making him feel better. But when she managed a fake smile, his frowning appeared deeper.

"Is there something you came to see me about? Little Cloud is quite the busy person." She quickly changed the subject with a smile.

She saw it at once.

Saw that Su Ming'an had something to tell her, not simply to catch up.

"Yes. I heard that in the fifth World Game, you acquired the 'Causality' Authority." Su Ming'an began. This was his first sentence to her in their reunion, starting straight with the task.

In the fifth World Game, sixteen-year-old Su Luoluo was incredibly fortunate to win several instances. Although she did not achieve a Full Perfect Clear in the end, she gained an Authority named "Causality". Such luck was enviable.

Upon learning of Su Luoluo's Authority, Chao Yan immediately sought out Su Ming'an, asking him to include Su Luoluo in the plans when establishing the Dream Patrol Game. The "Causality" Authority is special—because Dieying's Authority is also "Causality."

Even though Su Luoluo's Authority rank is far below Dieying's, and doesn't match the power of those who achieved Full Perfect Clear, just having the "Causality" Authority means she can accomplish important tasks—originating from the same source, countering challenges.

No one expected that the long-sought "Causality" Authority would eventually fall into the hands of an ordinary high school student, Su Luoluo.

"To put it in words you might understand—you possess the same Authority as Dieying." Su Ming'an said: "The causality network is shared, so nurturing you towards Dieying's direction could leverage similar causality... I don't know if you can understand."

Su Luoluo blinked, let out an "ah?" like a 'huh cat'.

Humanity's idea of using the establishment of the Dream Patrol Game to save the world actually originated from Dieying. Because in simulations, Dieying has always been trying to build towers to destroy the world.

Towers are Dieying's creations; they can bring past eras into reality, ships from the Louyue Nation into the present, airships from the Steam Age into the current world... deliberately deepening the fusion of timelines, accelerating world destruction.

Thus, the Deity thought, "Since Dieying wants to build towers, let's build the Dream Patrol Game" to counter challenge. Their essence is similar; both are about traversal. But the Dream Patrol Game, protected by a Dream Patrol Helmet like a 360 firewall, is relatively safe and won't harm the Dream Patrol Family physically. Towers, however, are rough, direct, and rigid fusion, like merging pizza with pancake, would cause large temporal disturbances and exotic phenomena.

"The Dream Patrol Game needs the Causality Authority to be realized. Creating the 'Input (Cause)-Output (Effect)' system directive for the Game System." Su Ming'an said.

"What do I need to pay?" Su Luoluo asked.

"The causality network is shared, you can detect which 'causes' Dieying has used and which 'effects' have resulted." Su Ming'an said: "When Dieying builds towers, we need you to create the corresponding Dream Patrol Game, countering the challenge... speaking in simple terms—we want to nurture you towards Dieying's direction."

"Ah..." Su Luoluo understood.

Su Ming'an remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Forget it, it's not necessary."

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