The two experts from the God Realm had been inside Ding Dang's World Tree for over an hour. Before going in, they had said it would only take a little while, but I had forgotten to ask whether "a little while" was measured by normal standards of time or the God Race's standards. Because of that one missing question, everyone waiting in the temple plaza felt completely at a loss: if they meant normal time, then I could wait here a bit longer. But if they meant God Race time, then we could go home, sleep, and come back to pick them up when all was peaceful again in a thousand years or so...
"Should be done soon, right?" Viska examined the World Tree with an expert's eye. "They're clearing out expired logs now."
I craned my neck to look up at Ding Dang's temple. Majestic rune screens were flowing across the trunk of the towering tree. The twisted symbols refreshed so quickly that they were impossible to understand, yet even without being able to read them, I could imagine that they probably recorded the ultimate truths of the reality outside. Normally, when Ding Dang operated the World Management Terminal, it was all idiot-proof functions: one-click restore, one-click repair, one-click species creation, one-click adjustment of the universe's expansion coefficient, and so on. So I rarely got to see the World Tree in such a magnificent state. Only today did I learn just how spectacular it was when operating normally. Just posting a recording of this scene among mortals would be enough to attract a whole crowd of visual-style believers. But the runes seemed to refresh without end. Magnificent as they were, they still became monotonous after a while. Feeling a little bored, I turned to Viska. "Say, can't we just