Wenren Sheng thought it over and decided it was best not to interfere.
Too many things were involved: the Disaster Anomaly Principal, Chaos Omniscience, time reversal, the Game Emulator... Even the slightest change in a variable could cause problems.
"Little Fatty, you don't need to worry. Good people are blessed by heaven."
Red Ants relaxed slightly.
"What Old Wen means is, those meant to die can't be saved, and those not meant to die don't need saving," Little Illusion said from the side, stirring up trouble.
"You're bullying people again." Red Ants was unconvinced. If it couldn't beat Sister, it would have started fighting long ago.
"I'm telling the truth. I'm a good child who never lies, hmph."
Wenren Sheng shook his head and looked up. Outside, the sunlight was warm and gentle, and people's faces were filled with happy smiles.
Who would have thought that someone was still struggling bitterly through reincarnation, all to save another group of dead souls? From that perspective, those undead were actually fortunate.
After all, far too many people died silently and unnoticed, everything vanishing with the wind.
He absolutely could not tolerate that happening to himself.
So there were some things he needed to do ahead of time.
The Fragment World was not reliable enough.
Because it was closed off.
A closed system, lacking input from external energy, was destined to collapse.
Only a sufficiently vast and open system could remain stable.
In short, he needed to move.
And for his new home, he would use the ability Gawain—no, Red Ants—had recently learned.
He would save a perfect initial file, then reload it whenever something happened.
Of course, before reloading, he and his family would have to leave first.
Where should this home be located?
He turned his gaze toward the starry sky.