From Now On, This Is the Peace Route. I Said So.

Fang Mo felt himself fall out of this world.

Of course, unlike in a game, he would not die from any void damage.

All he could say was that the Type-Moon universe truly had not been very friendly toward him. It was practically guarding against a thief. To make him leave, it had even abandoned the entire world... just like certain lizards skilled at severing their tails to survive.

But how should he put this?

Considering that they had given him an entire world,

Fang Mo did not pursue the matter. With a thought, he returned directly to his own dimension.

Within his own dimension, Fang Mo's power was practically limitless. With only a thought, he hung the planet directly in the sky.

Actually, under normal circumstances...

Fang Mo had wanted to spread the planet flat across the ground.

This was Type-Moon Earth from the mystical side of things. Giving them a little "flat Earth theory" shock would not have been a big deal, right?

But considering that his Overworld dimension... or rather, White Earth, did not have many Earthlings, suddenly tossing an entire human civilization into it would probably cause some cultural shock to the local natives. So Fang Mo temporarily abandoned that idea.

Still, speaking of natives...

The natives in Fang Mo's Overworld were also approaching infinity in number.

Anywhere his awareness reached, he could see small villages, towns, or all manner of monsters wandering through the wilderness.

It was as though they had always been there, and Fang Mo had only just noticed their existence.

But these natives... or rather, Villagers, had relatively backward civilizations. They also lacked any concrete concept of nations and were completely scattered and disorganized. Although their population approached infinity, it could not compare to the population density of nations on Earth.

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