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It looked like something had indeed gone wrong with the gods' World Management System, but unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to help this time—not only could I not help, even the Empire's most knowledgeable experts would be useless here. The World Management System wasn't like the projects we had worked on together before. It had always been for the gods' own use, and the Shilin Apostles clearly couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Still, I figured the gods didn't need us worrying about them. From what Viska had said, although this "large-scale crash" had the Pantheon concerned, it hadn't caused too much turmoil yet. It didn't seem terribly serious to the gods, and since it was an internal matter for them anyway, I should stop fretting over it blindly.
Ding Dang and Uncle Kenser returned to the God Realm early the next morning. Apparently, quite a few Managing Gods had returned from various worlds this time. Besides people like Uncle Kenser, who had encountered serious malfunctions, there were many more who had received routine alerts but whose situations were likely connected to this incident. Altogether, there were probably hundreds or even thousands. "Hundreds or thousands" might have been a tiny figure compared to the total number of god territories throughout the void, but it was already more than a hundred times the usual number of people experiencing system failures during the same period. And as time passed, that number was still rising rapidly. Hopefully, the God Realm wouldn't truly descend into chaos.
As a Golden Level Academic Master, Viska's self-written, self-used management system naturally wouldn't have any problems. So this Rogue could calmly curl up on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds while lazily discussing the collective