Time Travel?

What kind of ending could possibly be worthy of all the hardship and wandering along the way?

Answer: a nine-to-five job, four days on and three days off.

Su Lin closed the old, timeworn book and tossed it behind him. The instant it hit the floor, the conceptual library vanished.

"Little Sunflower's Root Class is now in session! What do you do when your child has reached the Mahayana Stage but still can't create a world?"

"They're probably a lost cause."

There had never been any books here. But because he wanted to sort the knowledge and information and read through it slowly, the different Cosmic Laws had automatically organized themselves and taken the form of "books."

Erase reality. Create worlds. Bring something from nothing, and nothing from something.

He understood the principles. After all, he had acquired and mastered both Karlos's memories of creation and the Cosmic Laws held within the Root.

"I could try bringing my true body into this world. Then I could synchronize directly with 'God Almighty' inside the Root and ascend into another kind of conceptual life-form."

"But I refuse."

If he really treated the company like home, he would have a serious problem.

Of course, if you had asked eighteen-year-old Su Lin whether he wanted that, he would have said yes without a second thought, then launched straight into his own fantasies.

Something like: Oh no, I'm surrounded by beautiful women in Type-Moon.

Young people bursting with hormones simply didn't understand life's true pleasures or what refined tastes meant.

"Ascension. Setting aside my control within this world, what my true body lacks now is a kind of ascension—a catalyst."

With his true body's current human form, even though it held vast knowledge, he could hardly reach the true moment of creation. At most, he