An alien taking the initiative to communicate was, of course, a good thing.
But Geng Huai was rather puzzled. "Making a clay figurine is easy enough, but how do you mold spacetime?"
Wang Yu addressed him warmly. "Brother Geng, we're talking about a deity! The raw materials probably aren't just clay. There's also whatever they squeeze out of people, right?"
"Oh, right!" Geng Huai shook himself again, shedding a layer of dried mud. "Speaking of which, where does all this dirt come from? It's so annoying!"
"Using local materials is convenient enough... Never heard that fellow liked playing with mud, though."
Mountain Lord's brow kept twitching. They had finally gotten Tu Ge to volunteer some information. What were these two doing?
Geng Huai has always been like that, but Wang Yu, what the hell are you playing dumb for?
Mountain Lord worried that Tu Ge would clam up again. Instead, Tu Ge joined the conversation quite naturally. "Probably to make the distinction clearer. At present, the creator of the Forward Base doesn't share that deity's terrifyingly twisted sense of amusement."
"What twisted sense of amusement?"
"At present?"
Geng Huai and Wang Yu had picked up on different things, and Mountain Lord's focus differed from both of theirs. As expected of someone from the Patron Family that had employed Tu Ge for years, Wang Yu really knew how to talk to him.
Tu Ge stated flatly, "Through methods that blur illusion and reality, and the ability to make falsehood indistinguishable from truth, he reflected and manifested both life and spacetime within his Dream Theater. He continually added actors to the Dream Theater, adjusted the repertoire, and altered the setting, bringing dreams ever closer to reality... and reality ever closer to absurd dreams. He would release his proudest creations, letting the false