The Wen Xishus who had survived this showdown so far had already shown what they were made of.
But as 001 and 046 came from behind and left everyone in the dust, the others understood that they were ultimately only supporting characters.
The final showdown would be between 001 and 046.
The central throne would have only one master. Everyone favored 001, naturally. Even with the Wen Xishus' keen judgment, anyone who had made it this far should, in principle, have been someone who knew what he was doing.
That being the case, there was no possibility of throwing the match. 001 was far too powerful. Without these game rules, 046 could never have held out against him this long.
The game soon reached its eleventh round.
The number of Wen Xishus had fallen from the original forty-four to nineteen.
One after another, Wen Xishus were devoured by Outer Gods or died at the hands of Another Me.
Only 001 and 046 kept advancing, leaving everyone else far behind.
But every Wen Xishu knew the showdown would eventually come. Meanwhile, the other Wen Xishus lagging behind began slowing their pace.
No one knew which space would kill him, and little by little, the game had lost any prospect of victory.
At this point, there was no point in persisting with certain things. Before something could be worth doing despite its difficulty, it had to be right.
And clearly, many of the Wen Xishus had realized they were not the right answer. So instead of fighting, they began chatting freely, sharing interesting stories from their respective universes.
Wen Xishu 001 paid no attention to the conversations about other universes. He knew perfectly well that they were the Strange Tower's handiwork.
These universes did not exist.
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