The second time he entered the pure white world, Russell was already familiar with the place. Ignoring the transparent Soap Bubbles floating overhead and the endlessly turning mechanical gears below, he used the password key to open the true core.
The password key had been collected from the clone's mind. Though called a key, it was actually part of the Main God's self-protection mechanism.
Without this code, outsiders could never reach the core region of the Main God Space.
The core region was ordinary: an independently floating white sphere of light carrying all the Main God's information and program code.
Russell floated before the sphere, joined his five fingers into a blade, and thrust them inside. Using the self-protection mechanism's code as cover, he easily entered it and reset the permissions as an administrator.
The sphere of light trembled slightly and turned black according to Russell's will. The external space changed along with it, including the mechanical gears, all of which became black and crimson.
There was no particular reason for it. Newcomers brought new changes, and when a new boss took office, he naturally had to change things up so everyone knew whose era this was now.
There had been some luck involved in turning the Main God into his own shape so easily, and the Main God itself had contributed quite a bit.
In short, it had dug its own grave!
In the clone's mind, Russell found a memory and a complicated, cumbersome piece of code.
Here, Russell had to take back what he said before. The clone was not the Main God, but rather the Main God's self-protection mechanism, combined with his own mind and thought patterns.
Simply put, the memories belonged to Russell himself, though many crucial parts were missing. The code came from the Main