Donnie spent a long, long time thinking over what he had guessed.
Now, the only way to confirm his view was to break through the Source Wall and take a look at the Omniverse.
And it was at that moment.
The underworld, which had been obscured by an invisible force, suddenly reappeared within Donnie's range of perception.
Most astonishingly, no other being noticed the underworld's return. Only Donnie did. Like a flame suddenly lit in the darkness, it was impossible to miss.
After pondering for a moment, Donnie rose to his feet and headed straight for the underworld.
He knew Fulcrum had something to say to him.
It was still a gray, hazy world, with countless dead souls wandering about.
Donnie passed directly through them and entered the bar that had always stood there.
Fulcrum, wearing the appearance of a middle-aged man, was still faithfully fulfilling his duties as a bartender, carefully polishing every glass.
This time, the bar was utterly silent. There were no customers, only Fulcrum himself.
"Looks like I got special treatment for once."
Donnie walked in, casually swept his gaze around, and calmly took a seat at the bar.
"What would you like to drink?" Fulcrum asked with a smile.
"Plain water," Donnie replied.
Then Fulcrum actually poured him a glass of plain water.
Donnie simply drank without saying anything.
The two went about their own business, seemingly with no intention of speaking to one another.
At last, Donnie spoke first. "Go on. Why did you call me here?"
"I didn't call you here. You came on your own... Some of your thoughts are very interesting." Fulcrum smiled as he carefully placed a polished glass on the counter.
Donnie gave a derisive snort.
"Someone like you is truly omniscient and omnipotent. You knew what I was