The Book of Creation really was a very ordinary notebook.
It even had old stains on it.
It was kept in the deepest part of the Laboratory's lowest level, so deep that the area was entirely unsuitable for humans to enter. The Laboratory had simply turned it into a sealed space where only computers and machines operated.
Getting from the Arctic Base to the lowest level where the Book of Creation was kept was an enormous challenge. Besides, hardly anyone even knew it existed-not even most of the Laboratory's own personnel.
The Book of Creation was a special existence.
The Demon's words still echoed in his ears. "Look, this world is a mess. Rotten to the core! How many organizations in this world aren't like the Laboratory, completely disregarding humanity? Everyone puts their own interests first, breeding all that resentment. Otherwise, why would there be so many Instances?"
Hu Songlin kept walking. "You really hate Instances?"
Belial shrugged. "Of course. Who doesn't hate them? How many Instances have you cleared? Hell is so empty precisely because these Instances exist! The Instance System acts like it's above everyone else. It thinks it can solve and control everything, but in reality, it's just a string of data."
"..."
"Oh, don't get me wrong. Once you get the Book of Creation, everything will get better. People will remember you, and then your mother will hold you lovingly and call you her baby..."
Ant's sudden question interrupted the Demon. "Your target is the Book of Creation?"
Hu Songlin lifted his eyes.
"N-no, you can't! That's the world's forbidden book! Absolutely not! The world will be destroyed..."
"Noisy."
The blizzard abruptly intensified again, and contact with Ant was lost. The Demon let out a shrill, bizarre laugh as the two figures disappeared into the depths