Attempting to Create a World

"Sometimes I find myself wondering about something. These things taste remarkably similar to things I've eaten before—calling them identical wouldn't be an exaggeration... Could it be because I simply can't imagine a unique flavor?"

Konrad Curze did not reply for a long while. Lin Fan turned around and saw the Silent King standing quietly behind him, while Curze was once again rigidly rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"Uh... hello?" Lin Fan greeted the Silent King.

He felt that he and the Silent King should not come into conflict. Perhaps the Silent King had come to discuss more interesting matters with him.

Things like exterminating bugs, sealing off the Warp, or bringing about great galactic unity.

"Hello, Subjective One. Or I could address you by the name you use during your stay here: Lin Fan." The Silent King spoke in a deep, rather sexy middle-aged male voice, without any metallic echo.

Yet some details caught Lin Fan's attention. Whether it was Orikan or Trazyn, the openings around their mouths would glow when they spoke, but the Silent King had displayed no such phenomenon just now.

Even stranger, Lin Fan felt that the Silent King was looking at him, rather than conducting cold data analysis and holographic imaging.

This guy surely had plenty of good stuff on him. As the supreme leader of the Necrontyr dynasties, who knew how many artifacts were hidden beneath that splendid cloak?

"I don't care much about names. You can just call me by mine," Lin Fan said casually.

"Lin Fan." The Silent King paused. "I do not wish to interrupt your enjoyment, but for the Milky Way to continue existing, I must stop you from exploring any deeper."

"The Milky Way's collapse coefficient?"

"Precisely. It seems the Observer has already told you enough." The