"Long time no see, Kong."
"Yes, it's been a long time." Kong didn't turn around, nestled on the sofa, holding the remote control in her hand.
While randomly flipping through programs, he muttered to himself, "Why are they charging for commercials now?"
008 stood at the door, holding the documents in his hand, somewhat helplessly. "Is this how you treat old friends? We haven't seen each other for over fifty years."
An empty voice said lazily, "Fifty years, is that a long time?"
008 paused for a moment, then smiled.
Indeed, for both the staff of the Time-Space Administration and Sora, who is a false god, fifty years is but a blink of an eye.
It can hardly be called a seasoning in the long journey of life.
Kong tossed the remote control aside and sighed, "Are they all obsessed with money now?"
Why do I have to pay to watch TV?
008 shrugged. "You can slow down or readjust the timeline of this prison, lock it onto Earth 0972 in the 1990s, when television was free."
Earth 0972 is the name given by the Time-Space Administration to a parallel universe containing a specific Earth.
No. 0972.
Earth is very fortunate to have been free from any external interference.
As the only intelligent life form on Earth, humans do not have a chaotic power system, only science that conforms to 'science'.
Unlocking the technology tree is, in countless parallel universes, a common yet fortunate way of evolution.
Although slow and with periodic bursts, it is fortunate that it is not a place rich in treasures and will not be targeted by intelligent life on other planets.
008 has always felt that developing technology in a simple and ordinary way is quite good.
At the very least, it won't happen that someone punches through the Earth.
Otherwise, they'll have to make the corrections.
Sora buried her face in the soft sofa, her voice muffled. "Never mind, the picture quality is too bad."
As a modern person, who would want to watch TV programs with seemingly terrible picture quality?
008 coughed, steer the conversation back on track, and stated the purpose of his visit. "Your judgment has been handed down. There's no punishment, just a fine of some 'money'."
"Energy?" Kong asked rhetorically.
But deep down, I also know.
This is certainly not some rare and precious treasure; it's most likely something like primordial energy.
After all, no one in the Time-Space Administration cares about material money.
That's not even as practical as points.
For 'hosts' like them, the fines are naturally not points that are part of the system's salary; they are more likely 'energy' that the hosts earn through tasks.
"Hmm." 008 nodded, but couldn't help complaining as he looked at the verdict. "It was clearly a problem with the mediation department, but in the end it was thrown to the mission department, really..."
This incident, while not a major event, was indeed a forced transfer of the 'host's' soul caused by the escape of an alien creature.
Logically, the issue should lie with the ferry team under the mediation department.
This is the same as illegal immigration.
However, the Supreme God punished the Mission Department on the grounds that everyone was at fault, but the mediation was more at fault.
The reason given was that emergency measures were inadequate.
008: I'm ***************, this is a bolt from the blue! I was wondering how such a big host like me could just disappear like that!
"Hey, stop complaining, it's normal." Kong leaned back on the sofa, fiddling with the cards in his hand.
It's perfectly normal for a super-large organization to have such bizarre policies.
Not to mention that the Mediation Department, being a transit point, is practically the "favored son" of the main god.
How can your mission department, whose members don't even care whether they live or die, dare to challenge others?
With the mission department gone, the Time-Space Administration is severely weakened.
The mediation department is gone; well, that means we've lost everything.
The entire dimensional universe is about to collapse.
Furthermore, the mediation department is already understaffed; what if they quit if they are fined on top of that?
Where can you find such an obedient and useful tool?
With a sigh, he gulped down the iced soda Illumi had brought him. "So, my result..."
Although he didn't care, we still had to give him the face he deserved; after much persuasion, 008 still made a trip for us.
008's face twitched at those words.
Who dares to mess with this guy!
This is a powerful figure who can unleash super-level magic at the drop of a hat.
Are they imposing such heavy penalties to force the space station to be rebuilt all over again?
"You only need to complete two more tasks. You can do them after your vacation. Afterward, 10% of the energy in your savings will be taken as compensation for building the world barrier."
What's the difference between punishing someone and having no recourse?
Kong himself doesn't care about energy.
He's a false god, and a false god about 'human beings' at that.
As long as there is a parallel universe where the species 'human' still exists, that universe will always be inhabited by gods.
As for why it's not the true god...
Because true gods are not connected to the existence or absence of the human species.
Just like Kong said.
God doesn't care.
"How many people did you retain their memories?" 008 frowned as he flipped through the behavior records.
This was extremely cruel to the natives.
The existence of emptiness is like a fleeting dream.
If it disappears completely, it can still make someone who happens to remember it sigh and say, "I've been so tired lately, I've even been hallucinating."
But if only a few people remember.
That will raise a problem.
Who is real, and who is fake? Where is the dream, in memory or in reality?
"Ah, I left something behind. Don't worry, no one's going crazy," Kong said casually.
008 rubbed his temples and couldn't help but say, "But it's cruel."
For the host, whether it's conquering the world or the host itself, forgetting is the best solution.
Otherwise, you'll only get deeper and deeper into trouble sooner or later.
Whether it's the host conquering the world or the world conquering the host, it should all just be a dream.
All you need to do at the end is a simple, understated remark.
'Ah, it was all a dream.'
That's fine.
Kong paused, then slowly turned around, his golden eyes filled with laughter. "It's alright."
They have a strong ability to regulate their emotions, and they don't seem to care whether they get hurt or not...
"God doesn't care."
He didn't care.
"Ha! Some indifferent god has been holed up here for over a month!" 008 scoffed.
Who is hiding from everyone, chatting with a certain 'brother' ( Illumi ) and a certain 'tool' ( Garnet ) in prison?!
Don't think that this office worker doesn't know!
This time, Kong turned her head and looked out the dark window, her eyes unfocused, a smile still playing on her lips.
I wasn't wrong.
"God doesn't care."
He really didn't care.
Just a little bit,
I just can't bear to part with it.
Only a tiny bit.
Therefore, he is a false god.
A person who was originally human, but was later elevated to a divine status.
False god.
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