Take the things that have vanished from this world, for example. It's not just the things listed above but also the third gender in biology, the second diamond-shaped moon in the sky, races of people with green hair and red skin, springs that could cure nearly all illnesses including cancer and were everywhere, overly complex and elusive early developments of something seeming to be called "liangzi technology"... due to a filthy harem, being too dazzling, obstructing the view, or simply failing to highlight the supremacy of top beings for unimportant reasons like these.

Compared to these, 170,000 causes of death from being taller than the Emperor were mere trifles. Speaking of which, the dwarfs who survived to this day were really fortunate since that Emperor happened to be the tallest among all, measuring at three meters and forty-one centimeters.

"Now, do you understand? When a person is capable of receiving the beauty and glory of the whole world, then all the suffering in the world becomes his original sin.

When a person can have all the choices, it means that other people have no choices at all."

Despite the clear moonlight and stars, the Commander's pupils were shrouded by the gloom below his brows, pitch-dark: "As long as you understand that there are gods who control everything in this world, you'll start to desire a world where gods do not exist.

The Heavenly Origin Tower took sixteen centuries to build.

During the first three centuries, everyone worked together, desiring a world of everlasting peace and beauty.

By the seventh century, people began to ponder whether a world under the Emperor's rule and dominion was indeed wonderful. And when the tenth century arrived, even more people began to ask themselves—why risk their own and everyone's future for a so-called eternal wise ruler?

Why personally shackle oneself and support gods on the altar with one's own spine?

Thus, the erstwhile Demigods killed the gods, and the Emperor who killed the Demigods was then assassinated by mortals—once people realized that no one was born destined to be anyone's slave, they began to question: why are there so many shackles in this world?

As long as shackles exist, there will be rebels born, and everyone is no different.

The only difference is that some rebels are called Mo, some rebels are called Nirvana... some rebels are you, and some rebels are me."

Under the silver-white moonlight, the world's greatest terrorist spread his arms displaying a smile: "And we are what we've become because of this."

Click.

Click, click, click.

The crisp sound of biting an apple echoed, White Owl turned his head and spat the apple core into the sea, casually nodding: "Oh."

"Look at you, just look at you!" The Commander sighed helplessly: "Every time everyone gets fired up, it's only you who remains nonchalant and keeps throwing cold water."

"Then spare me the sweet talk. Save it to fool the kids!" White Owl rolled his eyes: "If I didn't already know there was something wrong with your old brain, I might have actually believed you."

"Well, having a problem with the brain is just another matter."

The Commander, seeming used to it and not minding at all, clumsily took the torn map piece tossed by White Owl, and his eyebrows raised: "Damaged to this extent? It can't be. The internal simulated personality has been completely shattered... You didn't just grab it and tear it up in a fit, did you?"

"Do you believe me if I said Mercury lived and pulled this thing over and tore it?"

White Owl rolled his eyes, slumped in his chair, hesitating with words, but not knowing where to start, rubbing his brow in distress: "This time entering the Crack Realm, I encountered a kid."

"Hmm?" The Commander puzzled.

"Little Ye asked me to take care of his kid, and I thought, since I was already there, I might as well check in. And then... I was shocked. To put it better, I was startled."

Remembering the scene she witnessed, her palms trembled slightly: "The edge of transformation was actually awakened by him."

...

In the dead silence, the Commander's eyes widened as if he was as shocked as if the Empire had suddenly landed on the moon.

"Really? Could the Transformation even respond?"

Saying this, disbelievingly, he got up and tried to open the box.

But the moment he touched it, countless runes and sigils emerged from the iron box, layered and grand like the universe.

Merely touching the handle lightly, he then heard a hissing sound, and when his hand lifted again, it was burned to reveal bare bones.

Moreover, no matter how he tried, it could not be recovered.

In the charred wound, bits of ash flickered with a red glow, as if eternally burning.

So defiant and sharp.

Thus, he finally realized.

"...Heavenly Destiny Summoner."

The Commander, full of emotion, said: "She really is, never expressing, not fond of talking, quietly causing a big stir, it has always been this way.

Perhaps, she might become a formidable opponent in the future."

"If it were several decades earlier, I definitely would have eradicated her, but with age, I've started to go soft and suddenly find it hard to proceed."

White Owl, puffing on his pipe, sighed wistfully: "Besides, Little Ye had finally found a student, definitely treasuring them like nothing else. If they died by my hand, he would absolutely despise me. Just thinking about being disliked by one of the few friends I have makes me hesitate... Tell me, is this perhaps also his Heavenly Destiny?"

She turned back to look at the Commander: "Because of all the predetermined reasons, was I destined not to interfere with everything that happened?"

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