The knights all stopped at the bottom of the steps, leaving only Su Ming'an standing on the high ivory platform, looking at the hall within the pillars.

He was about to step in when he heard a voice from inside:

"——World Master, stop."

This voice... sounds like Noel?

Su Ming'an halted.

The pure white hexagonal pillars divided the view, with sunlight merging into fan-shaped golden grids. A delicate tea table stood, with a purple-gold teapot and porcelain cups placed upon it. Purple vine hung down abundantly like grapes, filled with sunlight.

A young man reclined lazily on a rocking chair, with the ivory statue of the Goddess of Life behind him, using it as a backrest. His purple hair floated like water at the hem of the statue's gown, with messy strands swaying slightly, like the purple vine flowers growing at the edge of the statue.

He wore a mask, entirely silver-white, engraved with wintersweet and daffodils, revealing only a pair of slightly opening and closing golden eyes.

... Is this the [World Master]?

The Twenty-seven Gods of Luowasha often refrain from meddling in the affairs of all living beings to maintain the purity of their divinity. Few, like the Master of Abyss Lestory, get involved with the Blood Clan. Other gods might not appear for thousands of years. Now that the gods have withdrawn, this World Master can be considered the foremost person on the surface.

Rumor has it that he is both lazy and cruel, with influence spanning over a hundred kingdoms, capable of exterminating a race over trivial matters, yet generously bestowing knowledge upon all nations. Only the [Holy Temple] that deifies the Rin Clan as the Divine Son can rival him to some extent, but the two do not conflict; the World Master governs royal power, while the Holy Temple governs faith.

Su Ming'an looked at the World Master through a white gauze curtain. The World Master didn't seem to notice Su Ming'an at the door, chatting with a blond youth beside him.

The blond youth's eyes were crimson, wearing the starry prayer robe of the Goddess of Life, with most of his body hidden beneath the white folds.

"Godfather." The World Master played with the purple hair near his ear, "What people want is just bread, clean water, clothing, and education, all of which I can create for them."

The blond youth showed a disapproving expression, "And what about happiness? Happiness and freedom are things you cannot write. A blank page is there; you write the word bread, and yes, a bread indeed appears. But you write the word happiness, and happiness will not spontaneously emerge. Bread is the same for every individual, but happiness varies greatly for each; if you become the sole writer, do you think you can compose everything for them?"

The World Master twisted his fingers, hair swirling at his fingertips, "Do you think I want to enjoy this sense of dictatorship?"

"I didn't think so," the blond youth said. "World Master, I watched you grow up; what you now have is beyond reach for others. Please don't yearn for more. As long as you remain humble enough, the Goddess of Life will bless you."

"Lotasha... always on everyone's lips, but did she ever give you a millisecond of a glance? With the demonization crisis at hand, the gods remain indifferent, waiting for the Rin Clan to resolve it, only for a new calamity to come upon billions... have you ever thought about it, clearly this is our shared civilization, why do the gods not care about its withering?" The World Master eyed him.

"... Your guest has arrived, let's talk another day." The blond youth, unwilling to say more, glanced at the doorway where Su Ming'an stood, turned around, and took his leave.

"... Hui Chi?" Su Ming'an called tentatively.

The blond youth was momentarily stunned, turning his head as if puzzled as to how Su Ming'an knew his name.

"Nothing, just calling out," Su Ming'an shifted his gaze.

... So that was really the naming format. Hui Bai, Hui Bei, Hui Mo, Hui Chi, these brothers truly spread across Luowasha; you can encounter different colors anywhere.

Red Tower Scoundrel, Doctoral Advisor, Hand of Destiny leader, World Master Godfather... each doing better than the last.

The blond youth bowed slightly to Su Ming'an, and Su Ming'an brushed past him.

The rich fragrance of purple vine flowers mingled with the fresh and clear scent of tea greeted him. As Su Ming'an drew closer, the World Master poured a cup of tea, gesturing Su Ming'an to take a seat opposite: "Please sit, Demon Lord."

Su Ming'an gently placed Pudding on the sofa, then sat down: "What did you call me?"

"Ah, Su Ming'an," the World Master said calmly. "I invited you here to propose a collaboration."

"For the [Demonization Crisis]?" Su Ming'an sensed his actions resembled Sique's yet felt entirely different; this likely wasn't the same person.

The World Master said: "Currently, parts of the races have unleashed their demonic nature, falling into chaos, leading to small-scale conflicts. And I know, you players' Main Quest is closely tied to the demonization crisis, within twenty-five days... you must resolve it, don't you?"

Su Ming'an's eyes flickered. This World Master... was the first to plainly mention "players."

"You want to ally with me to solve the [Demonization Crisis] together?" Su Ming'an said. The World Master was the ruler over billions of NPCs, and Su Ming'an was the top among three hundred million players; joining forces was quite fitting.

But the World Master shook his finger, "Quite the opposite."

He crossed his legs, leaned back, and said softly:

"I hope demonic power can infect every person in Luowasha."

Su Ming'an looked back in surprise.

"After all, if the demonization crisis gets resolved, you all leave, the scale is too small." The World Master spread his hands, "History repeats, these things will happen again and again. What I want is a once-and-for-all solution—"

His golden eyes flowed with ambition, speaking words that shocked Su Ming'an:

...

"I want—to use the world game within these twenty-five days to elevate you to [High Dimensions], Su Ming'an."

"After becoming high-dimensional, I hope you can shelter Luowasha a little, preventing world crises from recurring, ensuring lasting peace, that's all I ask as my only reward."

"If you don't wish to, I can seek someone else, go to Noel Agnini, go to Bei Wang, go to Mizushima Kawa Sora, go to Lv Shu... help them become [High Dimensions]. All can be done."

...

Su Ming'an stood up from his chair.

He gazed at the World Master in shock, as if watching a chess piece jump off the board with a swish.

Whether in Qiongdi or the Ruined World, people think about resolving the current crisis, that once the crisis is resolved, everything ends, leaving the world to future generations. So much so that after solving the problems of the Ruined World, issues of the World of Old Days emerge, seemingly endless.

People's horizons are not short-sighted, after all, preserving the present is difficult enough; who can think about what people will face millennia later—but this World Master before his eyes proposed a method to grant Luowasha peace for millennia.

——[High Dimensions].

Life is short, generations continue, but high dimensions need not worry about this.

The players arrive at Luowasha and become temporary saviors for the locals, leaving after completing their missions. However, the World Master plans to exploit this to the fullest extent—making the protective umbrella completely stand.

Moreover, the most crucial point is that Su Ming'an does not oppose the World Master's idea. He originally intended to find a way in Luowasha to safeguard Zhai Xing; if it's feasible in High Dimensions, then why not?

"You can elaborate," Su Ming'an sat down again.

"I've learned about your deeds. Actually, you've already become half a High Dimensional being in The World of Old Days, although you later reverted to the player's identity. We can replicate this," said the World Master, "Faith is simple; Luowasha has plenty of people, enough to support the twenty-seven deities. Energy has multiple sources, which is also why I hope the Demonization Crisis grows stronger—your occupation is Bai Shen, a profession that uses the Emotion Value as an energy source. If everyone were liberated and sought the freedom they most desire, everyone's emotions would be magnified infinitely... At Luowasha's most chaotic time, the most pure and abundant emotions evoked by despair would certainly support a very powerful High Dimension."

So bold.

Before stepping into this hall, Su Ming'an never imagined that the Ruler of the Surface would speak such shocking words—god creation.

No, god creation isn't enough to describe; he wants to create something that surpasses Luowasha's twenty-seven Gods... High Dimensions.

Deity does not equal High Dimension. The strength of High Dimensions might be stronger than deities, and deities might also be stronger than High Dimensions. The distinction should be apparent in—whether they can free themselves from the shackles of their civilization and freely roam the heights. This is Su Ming'an's current speculation.

Second-level God Kasadia is one of the organizers, but has stated clearly that her strength has long reached Level 1 God, just always suppressing the level. Although Dieying seems pitiful, if it hadn't just targeted The World of Old Days, conquering a civilization would be easy for it.

"You mean... you want to let the Demonization Crisis run rampant?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Yes," said the World Master:

"As players, what you are best at is breaking through limits. You can accomplish in fifteen, twenty, twenty-five days what local people would need hundreds or thousands of years to complete. This is related to the World Game's favor towards you, as well as the rapid development of your power system."

"Thus, we can... exploit the World Game itself, in reverse."

"For example, under what circumstances missions are easily triggered, defeating what kind of people allows for high rewards, what constitutes the essence of Red Rose, and whether it can be mass-produced... As long as these are mastered, you will be the most potent potential creatures in various worlds, even far surpassing the gods."

"By letting the Demonization Crisis run rampant... you players will surely trigger a considerable volume of missions, side missions, npc story missions, war missions... When Luowasha is extremely chaotic, numerous emotions will be born, and energy will be abundant."

"Roles reversed, host and guest swapped."

"—The World Game has driven players for so long, it's time for us to drive the World Game."

The World Master said this while smiling all along.

His purple hair twisted and snaked around the statue of the Goddess of Life, his posture still languid, and even his lips still bore some candy-colored hue. At this moment, Su Ming'an seemed to understand why the World Master boldly leaned against the goddess statue; compared to his far-reaching vision, the goddess was nothing.

Luowasha couldn't bind his vision; no matter how vast the chessboard was, it couldn't obstruct his sight. Standing in the bottom of a well looking up, he saw the landscape beyond the chessboard with a glance.

If someone like him became a player, who knows what kind of seismic feats he would achieve. Unfortunately, he isn't, so he chose Su Ming'an.

The World Master's last words made Su Ming'an's heart shudder.

—Roles reversed, exploiting the World Game in reverse...

The World Game has always dominated them.

But the World Master said that if used properly, it would be a tool to be dominated, and players could wholly utilize it.

Su Ming'an stared at the World Master, the World Master leaned on the statue, the steam from the red tea lingering, and the silver mask emanating a blade-like arc of light.

"Letting the Demonization Crisis run rampant means you will be opposing the entire world," Su Ming'an said. "People from the upper plane and lower plane will not heed your words."

He understood the World Master's intention; no matter how much the plan concealed, it indeed had viability. And it doesn't necessarily have to achieve High Dimensions, even taking enough energy to replenish the small world was a good path.

"I don't care," the World Master shrugged.

"People will merely think you're mad, thinking you wish to destroy Luowasha. After all, in the end, Luowasha will certainly turn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood," Su Ming'an said. "Letting the crisis run rampant may lead to Luowasha's collapse before the plan is achieved. This crisis is enough to destroy civilization, not to be underestimated."

Moreover, the key is... not only Luowasha's tens of billions of living beings, but also three hundred million Adventurer Players are still in Luowasha. If the crisis is let loose, when wars rage on, species decline, and gods intervene, how many will remain alive in the end?

The World Master laughed, clasping his hands and resting them on his chin, looking back at Su Ming'an. A hint of madness hid in his gaze:

"Walking on a tightrope does indeed seem mad enough."

But if it succeeds, it's only the price of consuming one era to permanently eliminate potential trouble.

Yet those consumed in this era's life, how innocent they are?

The World Master, however, said, "This point, you need not worry. I have other means for those unfortunate lives."

Su Ming'an pondered.

...The World Master still concealed much information.

After all, they hadn't begun cooperation yet. This is also why Su Ming'an hadn't outright vetoed the idea; he didn't want Luowasha to become desolate in the end, but perfect outcomes are all explored bit by bit.

Moreover, he wants to know why Pudding was killed.

"How old are you?" Su Ming'an suddenly asked out of the blue.

The World Master was a bit stunned, golden eyes showing a hint of a smile: "Are you questioning how long I've contemplated? The answer is, quite long. I am much older than you."

"Are you Sique's father?" Su Ming'an asked.

Looking at this lineage of purple hair and golden eyes, along with the little red tea, the little porcelain cup, and little purple vine. A strong Sique scent.

"..." The World Master seemingly hadn't anticipated Su Ming'an's leap in thinking, speechless for a few seconds before shifting topics: "Well, since you haven't outright rejected my idea, let me try."

...Try what?

Su Ming'an looked at the World Master.

The World Master reached out to him, smiling slightly, palm outward.

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