Saints Playing Pretend at the Match

Of course, this was something only Li Qing could do.

Because the other universes were not under your control.

You were not the master. You were merely an illusion, without even matter or energy. How could you send the fruits of victory to another version of yourself?

No one else could do it!

Only in a universe you ruled could you send the fruits of victory to yourself.

But Li Qing was different. No matter who won the future in each new Parallel Universe, Li Qing would win!

He would always be seated at the victor's table!

The five branches of the Parallel Universes seemed to have four winners and four lines of outcome, but secretly, the winners were all Li Qing's dependents. Every one of them was his own territory.

Was it hard to send things to yourself?

"They think they made a huge profit once they got their own victorious Parallel Universe timeline." Li Qing smiled. "In truth, I've already won five times!"

Time was truly marvelous.

The Parallel Universes were truly fascinating.

No matter how many parallel dimensions and infinite possibilities the universe had, no matter who appeared to win on the surface, I was the one winning behind the scenes.

Because they were all my dependents.

"The River of Time might split into a new universe every second in the future. The universe is infinite."

"But with infinite universes, different systems, different saints, and different heroes, every Parallel Universe is actually ruled in secret by me, the mastermind behind the scenes."

Li Qing smiled. "The one and only existence across the multiverse—regardless of which timeline wins, I'm seated at that winner's table."

Young heroes, tell me, how could you possibly win?

He rubbed his chin. I'm really becoming more and more like a great villain.

Atabia