"Your swordsmanship is good—very good. It already has quite a bit of the flair of the second- and third-generation Primordial Elves."
The Ancient Elf did not hold back in his praise.
"However, this Dark Elf deity is already at the strength of the fourth rank. Once you kill him, this sandbox instance will end. Now, you can either fight your way out directly and confront the Sandbox System's Main God—or, rather, that will of civilization—or you can wait a while, wait for your companions to similarly fight their way through thirty sandbox worlds, and face that destructive will of civilization together."
Zhou Hong fell silent.
The other party had said too much.
No, it should be said that the other party had provided too much information—so much that he was having trouble digesting it all at once.
According to the other party, his consciousness and memories, including this Sandbox Main God System, had all been fabricated.
And the real him was actually a member of some Ascended civilization?
Then two Ascended civilizations, especially the Destructive Civilization that served as their opponent, had personally created this sandbox world and used endless high-difficulty missions to erase them one by one?
What a messed-up premise!
In fact, if the other party had not guided him and awakened his memories of swordsmanship, he would most likely have thought that the other party was insane.
But now—
Looking at the Dark Elf godhead within arm's reach, he fell into hesitation.
Should he wait a little longer?
"What are you?" Zhou Hong suddenly asked in return.
"Hmm?"
"According to what you said, this is a war between two Ascended civilizations. But you don't look like you're from the Sandbox System, nor do you seem to be one of 'us.'"
The Ancient Elf was stunned by the