Who had given him a Spotlight?
Xu Yuan stared into the Void in surprise.
Lines of faintly glowing text kept appearing:
"Currently participating in the Competition 'Stealing the Three Realms.'"
"Your actions have earned you one Spotlight (Truth tier)."
"The Universe received the power you had accumulated and briefly woke from 'death.' In that instant, it gave you a thumbs-up."
"Its will descended into the Competition and left a message:"
"The Ancient God thought this 'death' was an act of plunder. Little did it know that, thanks to your efforts, the Universe woke an instant before it did—and that instant was enough to accomplish many things."
"Keep gathering power for the Universe. The more often it wakes, the more hope the Ancient God will lose."
"Whenever you have accumulated enough power, the Universe will grant you a Truth-tier Spotlight."
"Until the Universe devours the Ancient God completely, until it meets its true Extinction, until victory is won!"
"Keep going."
The glowing words vanished in a flash.
Xu Yuan's mouth fell open. It took him a long while to recover.
The Universe was fighting for real now?
It wanted to kill the Ancient God?
That was exhilarating.
After all, he had never known whether the energy he drew in through advertisements and waiting lists actually helped when he passed it to the Universe.
Now he had his answer!
Not only did it help, but the Universe would keep showering him with gifts!
Good.
He felt more motivated than ever!
That vast, boundless pulse quietly faded into invisible ripples.
The Universe fell into "death" once more.
A moment later.
A new prompt appeared:
"Before true destruction descends, you have earned a second Truth-tier Spotlight. You may therefore raise your level and abilities in the Imago."
"Raise them?"
"Raise them," Xu Yuan said.