The End

In the depths of the universe.

"Bridle, are you sure this will let us control him?"

"Of course. Everything about carbon-based lifeforms boils down to thought, and their thoughts are controlled by emotions. As long as we control his emotions, he will be our slave."

"Won't the Silicon Lord blame us for this?"

"Blame us? Do you really think the Silicon Lord doesn't know what I've been doing?"

"This game was originally negotiated between the Silicon Lord and the Cosmic Will. And what is our purpose? To use Bai Fan to break through the Cosmic Will's restrictions."

"The Silicon Lord merely wanted to spare those old fools from the Turtle School some face, so he didn't openly make a move against Bai Fan. They actually dreamed of having Bai Fan lead us into a higher dimension. What utter nonsense."

"The potential of carbon-based lifeforms is limitless, and limitless potential comes with endless desire. We must firmly control their thoughts and turn them into our slaves. That is the best answer."

"Won't the Turtle School come looking for trouble once they find out?"

"Heh heh, the Turtle School is nothing but a bunch of old fools, held together only by that little brat called Miracle. So what if Bai Fan was trained by him? He's a smart man. The Turtle School can't stir up any real trouble."

Within the Turtle School.

"Fools! All you'll do is reap what you sow!"

"You have no idea what Bai Fan is capable of. A pack of frogs at the bottom of a well!"

Miracle cursed furiously. Now, he could only vent his dissatisfaction this way.

How could he not know this was the Silicon Lord's decision?

Within the vast universe, a man made of machinery stood before a black hole.

A hollow voice rose