Lu Bai had just finished a heartfelt reflection when the Deathmatch System's information shot it down.
[It's not what you think.]
If the entire Deathmatch System were compared to a human body, its central processor would be the brain.
The various System Authorities would be the body's organs.
Only when combined would they form a complete Deathmatch System.
After all, Lu Bai had already realized which authorities he possessed. A Deathmatch System that ran strictly according to its underlying logic naturally couldn't hide anything from him.
The Deathmatch System then laid everything out, answering every question.
For the next little while, whenever a thought crossed Lu Bai's mind, the Deathmatch System had already provided an answer.
Just as the Deathmatch System had mentioned earlier, Lu Bai himself was equivalent to its central processor, but he was also its creator.
Still, compared with having the highest-priority primary authority, his identity as the Deathmatch System's creator was what truly mattered to him.
There was one problem: if he could create the Deathmatch System, why had he ended up like this?
Lu Bai had gradually gotten used to the authorities he possessed, so whenever a question came to mind, he asked it outright.
[On that point, I'll let you explain it to yourself.]
Those words appeared before his retina. Immediately afterward, a memory-image flowed smoothly into Lu Bai's mind.
It showed a bright white dome, round and arched. The person seated atop it had indistinct features; only the faint outline of their figure could be made out in the brilliant light.
Though Lu Bai couldn't see the person's expression, he could somehow tell that they seemed to be smiling.
"How are you, future me?"
The voice was gentle, like warm jade without a single flaw. "Everyone thinks I'm the best person to talk