"We tried to create order amid chaos, to build eternity within reincarnation."
"To forge peace amid slaughter."
As the aged voice slowly recounted the past, a figure poised between illusion and reality quietly appeared beside Li Shun.
"We succeeded, and we failed."
"This city is our creation."
Li Shun looked at the person beside him.
His hair was gray, his back hunched, and he leaned on a walking stick. His kindly face made him seem as approachable as an elderly neighbor.
It was truly hard to believe that he had been born in this Disorderly Reincarnation World.
"Father God-"
Li Shun sneered and said disdainfully, "This world is nothing but a playground he casually created. We are all merely his playthings."
"Why show him such reverence? Father God? An evil god, more like!"
The white-haired old man's expression did not change at Li Shun's blasphemous words.
He chuckled, then said, "I thought the same back then. Or rather, the vast majority of us thought that way."
"After all, we have drifted through reincarnation for countless years, and the slightest misstep sends us back into it. But have you ever considered-"
The white-haired old man's expression suddenly turned solemn. "Father God created this world and watched us slaughter one another in an endless cycle of reincarnation. Was it truly just for amusement?"
"Of course," Li Shun said without the slightest hesitation.
Because that was the truth the Ancient Web had told him.
And the chaos and disorder he had experienced in this world undoubtedly confirmed it.
"Amusement-we are not Father God. How could we know what amuses him?" The white-haired old man shook his head.
"Indeed, from a worldly perspective, when a god sits high above and watches the ants below slaughter one another, amusement might seem the only possible reason.