The game was over, and the winner had truly been decided...
When Lan Mu altered the information of the Omniverse as well, the Agent understood.
That teacup was no ordinary teacup. What it contained was also an Omniverse.
Its function was no different from that of the pure black box. Aside from its appearance, they were fundamentally the same thing.
In an instant, he had turned the tables and granted a teacup control over the Omniverse. Without a doubt, this was an algorithm that added information.
The true core ability of an Omniverse administrator: creating information that was reasonable and unreasonable, existent and nonexistent, fantastical and non-fantastical.
"It's you." The Agent said this with remarkable tact, even halting Infinite Erasure.
While the two had been playing chess, the erasure had never stopped. That was why, over the following days, Lan Mu had to rack his brains for enlightenment while resisting the erasure. He simply could not control his expression, and his pain had shown on his face.
Stopping that move now represented the Agent's surrender.
He was extremely pragmatic. If Lan Mu could not be killed, then he could not be killed, even if Lan Mu still needed several hundred days before transforming and truly becoming an existence beyond 001.
If they continued struggling, there might still be battles of wits and courage, with plenty more twists and turns.
But what would that change? The Agent was no ordinary person, nor was he like any enemy Lan Mu had encountered in the past. He did not possess that stubborn spirit of refusing to give up until he hit a wall, fighting until the very last second in pursuit of a miracle.
The Agent would not waste the remaining several hundred days on pointless effort. Victory and defeat had already been