"So, you want to cooperate with me?"
Zhang Qi asked in a low voice, his words echoing through the empty room.
"To be precise, I am inviting you to take part in my plan.
There has been a massive error at the very root of this world—"
After a moment, Aleister Crowley responded.
Zhang Qi listened quietly, his mind already racing.
Based on the information he had obtained so far, there was indeed something wrong with this world.
Normally, in order to maintain a world's stability and order, any existing world would establish some kind of security mechanism.
Like the firewall of the Digital World, the Counter Force of the Type-Moon world, or the heavenly tribulations of cultivation worlds.
Whenever living beings attempted to interfere with the underlying logic of a world's operation, these mechanisms would activate and prevent them from altering the world.
But this world was different—
"Living beings can easily interfere with the world's operation, even twisting the laws of reality through their own will.
This has led to an extremely serious problem—there are simply too many people capable of interfering with the world's operation.
Countless rules collide with one another, even giving rise to contradictory logic that coexists within the same time and space."
Aleister Crowley continued, a trace of barely perceptible sarcasm in his tone.
Zhang Qi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He could understand that kind of chaos. After all, his own power could only manifest through phases formed by the input of information from "other worlds."
"Under such a mechanism, what emerged were 'phases.'"
Aleister Crowley's explanation peeled back the world's veil layer by layer. "Different rules operate within different 'phases.' They are independent of one another, yet layered atop the base world.
It is like countless transparent layers overlaid upon the same canvas.