As he watched the world collapse further and further, Chen Cheng's consciousness turned its attention to the figure before him.
"Sir, this is what happened after your death. You are the node of all events, and also the final convergence.
Without you, we can no longer operate normally. After the devastation of the war of gods, this world will recover, only to march toward its ultimate destruction."
"But I don't think there's anything important about me. At least, the troubles you've shown me now are probably not things I can solve even one of."
Chen Cheng's consciousness conveyed such an emotion.
"It is not as you imagine. Whether one's strength is great or small is irrelevant; what matters is you—your existence."
"Perhaps I am too foolish. I cannot understand what you mean."
Chen Cheng's consciousness spoke with profound weariness.
"A systematic explanation would be extremely cumbersome. A simpler analogy would be this: you are a fixed frame of reference. As long as you exist as that frame of reference, this system can find its benchmark and then operate around it."
"So, I'm just a tool, huh."
Chen Cheng summed it up.
Then his consciousness conveyed a burst of laughter.
"Then I shouldn't be the only one who can serve as a tool, right? Why choose me? I'm exhausted now. I only want to sink into sleep."
"No, you are not a tool. You may choose to withdraw from this system, but I would not recommend doing so, because this is your world.
Your family and friends are here, as are all the things you have experienced and all the great deeds you have accomplished."
"I have to say, you are truly terrible at persuading people. But unfortunately, most of my family and friends have already perished along with this crumbling