Tang Qi was tumbling. The moment his body left the Myriad Things Cube, he entered an incredible Ink Bubble World. Everywhere he looked were wondrous scenes, surging, unfolding, intertwining, and constantly bursting forth with new bubbles.
Even as he tumbled, Tang Qi was still pondering the "riddle" left behind by Ancient One Marx.
"Only those who possess the Light of Hope can become Their clients?"
"Become a master? No, become supreme hope?"
"Phew."
His thoughts yielded no answer, and Tang Qi soon crashed into the final bubble.
The next second, he saw a new world.
Above the ruins of Grotesque Town, a land filled with miracles and fantasy was rapidly taking shape.
It was unimaginably vast, with no visible boundary. Those residents who should have withered and died after losing the "Forced Narrative Domain," those residents who should have been expelled and forced to leave—whether ordinary living beings or projections of myriad spirits—every one of them had been granted another chance at narrative.
This meant that each of them could rebuild their own "room."
No matter how absurd the fantasy, it could become reality here.
The world before him could no longer be described as bizarre and fantastical. It would become a real "Fantasy Village."
Tang Qi saw the Inverted Mountains, saw the Kingdom of Death, and saw ropes leading who knew where. He saw a realm overflowing with lightning, cities made entirely of "food," and fields planted with Fairies...
As all this became reality, Tang Qi also felt vast amounts of his divine power being drawn away.
"Simply providing fantasy, with the Authority of Forced Narrative as support, isn't enough. Rebuilding Grotesque Town requires a rather astonishing initial investment."
Tang Qi sighed and silently calculated the divine power he was losing.
If this rate of output continued, he would