Green arrived in this mysterious space for the second time.
Everywhere he looked were green rootless plants, floating in midair—endless beyond counting.
Each of these green plants stood three to four meters tall, surviving by absorbing the free-floating energy of this mysterious space. Occasionally, one or two drops of transparent liquid fell from their leaf tips, gathering toward a place where the laws of gravity differed completely from those of the surrounding space.
The space was utterly silent, yet it carried the breath of ancient history. Green and Little Eight were like foreign guests who had shattered history's dust. Gazing over this space, they felt incomparably small, whether before the breadth of its expanse or the depth of its history.
As far as the eye could see, there were only these strange plants. It seemed that every single plant had but one mission: to drip this peculiar liquid—Titan Crystal, a substance that obscured fate perception, and the material Green intended to further transform through the qualitative changes of Black-Gold Technology!
"Caw caw caw caw, look, hurry and look! The Fate Page is reacting!"
Little Eight cried out excitedly.
Green's tricolored eyes stared at the Truth Page in his left hand. The sheet that had originally been completely blank was now wrinkling. At the same time, Green could clearly sense the existence of an unknown force, invisible and untouchable. It truly existed, and its existence even made Green—the very source of the power that had summoned it—tremble.
"Truth... Fate!"
Regardless of what other biological civilizations called this thing, within the Wizard Civilization system, it was Truth-Fate—the existence wizards yearned to explore and study, yet ultimately hoped to rise above and control.
Green's steps were exceptionally slow. Just as he had gained some power of the rules' essence after directly observing the