Hao Ren's concern naturally had its reasons. After all, there were far too many precedents for something like this. Moreover, the ultimate goal of the Throne Network was to maintain the operation of the entire universe forever after the God-slaying War. A system this important could never simply shut down, nor would it operate on an eight-hour workday with weekends off—if Vivian sat down in it, she might never be able to get back up.
But after thinking it over carefully, Vivian shook her head. "The dangers you mentioned... actually aren't that bad. According to the information left behind by the Creation Goddess, the Throne of the End is merely an input-output interface. My connection with it isn't forced or permanent. If I really wanted to leave, it wouldn't be able to stop me. Besides, all the commands run at the deepest level of my soul, so this thing won't affect my personal will. But then again... no one has ever tested this system. It does feel a little unsettling to have me sit down in it directly."
The system's blue screen had clearly shaken her quite a bit as well.
Hao Ren sighed along with her, his face full of helplessness. "There's nothing we can do. The Creation Goddess never went to school, after all. I really don't dare test the things she left behind recklessly..."
Salamander had forcibly kept his emotions under control until now, but at last he couldn't help speaking again. "Perhaps something has indeed gone slightly wrong with the Throne of the End, but this is the precious hope our mother poured all her efforts into leaving for this world. The meaning of the Guardian Legion's presence here is to await this very day..."
As he spoke, he looked at Vivian. "I hope you'll give