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After a long while, Lin Fan admitted that he truly could not think of what else a planet ought to have.

Lin Fan felt that his thoughts were a mess. What surfaced in his mind were not even complete images, but several keywords. Whenever Lin Fan imagined one of them, images that corresponded to that keyword formed in his mind.

He could conceive of a white scene, even a simple cube, but Lin Fan could not make a planet take on a solid, visible form.

Simply contemplating the concept of a diameter of 12,742 km gave Lin Fan a headache, let alone the countless soils, water sources, living beings, steel, and more that a planet carried...

This exceeded his capacity for imagination. In the end, he could only piece together an extremely crude mental diagram of a world from information such as "roughly oval overall," "mostly ocean," and "this continent has this shape."

Lin Fan opened his eyes. The information received through them overwhelmed the image in his mind, making it even blurrier and more abstract.

After a long time, Lin Fan could only sigh. "This truly is difficult. Creation is far harder than destruction."

"That is so," the Silent King replied calmly.

"Then what should I do? If one day I become like Bai Huan, casually talking about shattering several worlds..."

"What do you think you should do?" the Silent King continued to ask. Expectation and unease hid in his tone. He had asked this question once before, though he had done so through Trazyn's body.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Fan shook his head. "I don't know."

Lin Fan felt that this was not a good answer, but to the Silent King, it was practically perfect.

He did not know.

For the Subjective One, certainty was