At this very moment.
Inside an ordinary little house.
An Ordinary Person lay on an ordinary recliner.
He was Zhuo Ran, the Script Writer and the one playing the Infinite Main God of the mysterious space.
No one knew that the renowned Main God was actually this kind of guy.
He was thinking about how to find this Backstage Black Hand.
By now, he had a lifespan of eight thousand years, enough to slowly play with his opponent.
Precisely because he had such a long life, he found it even harder to tolerate this powerful Golden Finger not being in his own hands.
It was like having a top-tier VIP account with enormous potential, one that crushed its enemies in every aspect.
Yet its security phone was in someone else's hands.
At any time, that person could claim your account as their own.
Most players would never tolerate such a situation. They certainly would not carefully and earnestly play that game account under such conditions, much less spend huge sums topping it up.
And Zhuo Ran was the same.
He carefully considered it in his mind. He had to capture the Backstage Black Hand and claim the Golden Finger for himself.
Generally, if you wanted someone or some force to step into the spotlight, you had to offer them enormous benefits.
Take Sima Yi and Cao Cao. Why did they reveal their ambitions? Why had they been utterly loyal in their early years? Because they had gained enough strength to seize tremendous benefits.
The First Family, the entire realm.
The imperial clan, supreme authority.
That was what made them abandon their former Gou Dao.
Of course, they still cared about their reputation. After all, they had grown powerful under their former master, so they did not seize the throne themselves