Xiao Jingfeng said that the system believed itself to be the Creator, that she had created this world.
I asked Xiao Jingfeng who had created the system, then.
That question left Xiao Jingfeng silent.
Only after a long while did he say that this was also what the system most wanted to know.
This world had never originally existed. It had been nothingness.
The system had generated it with strings of code. Every blade of grass and tree, every flower, bird, fish, and insect, the sky and clouds, even humans like us who called ourselves higher life forms, were actually nothing more than cold strings of code.
We virtual lives existed in a virtual world.
But that virtuality applied only from the system's perspective. To every individual life form, this existence was real.
So what if we knew the truth of this world? We would not seek death because of it. On the contrary, most people wanted to live, or live better. So they wanted to break free from the system's predetermined fate, because anyone who knew the truth also knew that their fate had long since been designed by the system.
This was not fatalism. It was true destiny.
What Xiao Jingfeng wanted was to shatter that destiny and rewrite the fate of living beings.
Perhaps human lifespans were not merely a few decades, as we understood them to be. Without the system's restrictions, we could extend our lives. If everything was just lines of code, why could we not write them according to our own wishes?
As more people developed such thoughts, a group of people who wanted to realize that dream came together.
But they did not have Xiao Jingfeng's good fortune. Some of the people who had initially stood with him died one after another. Perhaps