The sixty-sixth year after the Ark of the Mortal World was completed.
The dozens of surrounding worldlines had basically been emptied, aside from a few things of little value.
Even many star systems, after all their beacons had been cleansed, had been collectively moved into the Ark of the Mortal World to fill certain empty regions.
There was no helping it.
As an Artificial Universe that had only recently come into being, even with Time Technology regulating it, the place was truly desolate beyond compare...
Other than having enough territory—so much that it drove people to despair—it truly had no advantages at all.
Therefore, as long as something could be used, every civilization moved it all away without leaving a single thing behind.
They were worse than locusts...
The same was true within the ten-dimensional space of a certain worldline.
Looking around, none of the precise equipment or facilities that had once been here could be seen anymore.
Only endless spacetime turbulence and high-dimensional energy flowed wantonly through the area.
Yet, within the deepest crevice.
A polyhedral crystal rotated quietly within.
At every moment.
As the internal universes continued to multiply and the higher universes continued to stack upward, its Time-Space Wall was continuously strengthening as well.
It had long ceased to be as fragile as it had been at the beginning.
If one looked through the concealing tides of energy and saw those layer upon layer of worlds, they would find that their aggregate resembled a gigantic tower continuously rising upward, growing larger with each passing day.
It could be said that, in terms of scale, the Ark of the Mortal World had already reached another level.
At the very least, even its creators had no idea how to destroy the thing...
All of Their weapons.
Even combined, held