Otto Publicly Reveals the Civilization Regression Plan: He Admits It Himself, Not Even Pretending Anymore

"And that little girl named Theresa didn't take up a sword," Gu Yuena said quietly. "She took up a page of eulogy Otto had written long ago. When she was pushed into place, the ink was still wet."

"But she's still standing," Bei Bei suddenly said. "At least she hasn't been crushed yet."

"Yes," Tang San said. "Which is why Otto will never turn back. He left behind someone who could steady the world for the time being, then walked toward the Tree Heart himself. The steadier Theresa stood, the cleaner his retreat became. Every day she held on was another second Otto could calmly rewrite things in the Imaginary Space."

"Is this game really about to reach its end?" Xu Sanshi asked.

"Soon," Huo Yuhao said. "Only the final move remains. And that move is already on its way."

When the Light Screen lit up again, the scene had become a battlefield. Enormous warships floated above the clouds, their decks scorched red by artillery fire. Countless black shadows crawled out of the Void like puppets spat out by the same assembly line. They landed one after another—blond hair, white robes, faces identical to Otto's.

"Clones..." Xu Sanshi's voice seemed strangled. "He can mass-produce his own face just to send it out to fight people!"

"The Authority of the Herrscher of Domination," Huo Yuhao said softly. "After seizing that network, he could use the Thousand-Person Consciousness to fill these bodies. Every one of these clones was connected to Otto's consciousness. Every one was merely a hand he had extended."

On the screen, Kiana and her companions fought desperately on the deck. Flamescion flames burst forth, sword light flashed, and black-and-red clones surged in like a tide. They were shattered, only for more to pour in without end. The white-haired youth,