"Green."
Pumiluoxius and Green sat facing each other. Though nothing unusual could be seen on Pumiluoxius's surface now, Green could tell from the rejection and incompatibility he suffered from the grid runes that he had accepted the doubts he had recognized within his heart.
After a long silence as they sat staring at each other, Pumiluoxius spoke first.
"Long before the Second War of Civilization, I encountered a traveling alien in the ancient wizard clusters. At the time, I was only a minor True Spirit, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. That alien was probably the you of today."
At this point, Pumiluoxius gave a snort and laughed at himself.
"He told me that some things did not exist if you did not believe in them, but once you doubted them, they already existed. And thoughts were the most stubborn things in this world. Even if you forcibly tried to forget them, they would still take root and sprout within your subconscious. The more you cared about them and wanted to forget them, the more stubbornly they clung to your consciousness. Back then, I dismissed those words with contempt. Yet now, I finally understand their meaning."
Green nodded. "You mean the Soul of Immortality recorded in the Book of the Holy Tower, don't you? Its ability was indeed rather interesting. By creating an atmosphere that made others doubt reality until they believed it possessed certain special abilities, it could draw upon their doubts to truly gain those abilities, wielding the power to turn ideals into reality out of nothing, even achieving immortality. That lifeform was truly extraordinary."
"Yes, that was it."
Pumiluoxius said, "I used to keep wondering whether its ability was not precisely the power of gods that wizards had always pursued so bitterly—the power to turn