Fifty Years

Although the world still had all kinds of problems at this moment, it could at least continue operating stably.

Life within it had also developed civilization, and the world possessed the potential for new life.

Whenever they invented and created, Naimus could see the previously inconspicuous rule of "hope" growing alongside them.

"This means the world's potential is increasing." At this moment, Naimus felt that he could even extract a trace of the Historical Rank of achievement from it.

It was simply too little for now, with no great significance.

"Perhaps I'll have to wait until this Fictional Space has finished reconstructing itself completely and truly new things are born from it before I can extract the Rank of new life from it."

"Of course, it's more likely that nothing will be born at all." Naimus carefully estimated this world's future.

The small world he had constructed had a solid foundation because Naimus had incorporated the laws of the first ten ranks into it.

The amount of "mud" he had invested was the same as everyone else's. Based on that quantity of matter and the degree of change in its internal system...

"The world will collapse in about five days of my time."

"But for these little people, it will be fifty years."

"However, this time ratio isn't fixed. It changes dynamically."

"This prototype world can be regarded as a closed system."

"The entropy within it will continuously increase, and the problems inside the world will keep multiplying."

"In the end, as the degree of chaos changes, they may already perish before five days have passed on my side." Seeing this, Naimus silently carried out his calculations.

Afterward, Naimus began gathering the apostles he had arranged and set a fate of "fifty years" for them.

"Over these fifty years, you