Xianyu had more or less worked out the real reason for his death.
It was that he wasn't a god, but an ordinary person.
As an ordinary person, Xianyu would inevitably grow tired. Once he was tired, wasn't it perfectly normal to want to seek release?
If he had always remained a player who treated the Starsea as his playground, he would forever have been the Xianzhou's "god."
As a "god," he would only have loved all his people equally.
A "god" wouldn't develop feelings for specific people or suffer because they were gone.
Without pain or feelings, he would have lived an easy, carefree life.
Unfortunately, Xianyu wasn't a god, nor could he ever become one.
As time passed, he gradually grew attached to his subordinates.
From then on, Xianyu was no longer a carefree player, but an ordinary person through and through.
Gods could live forever, but what about humans?
Xianyu had no choice but to consider questions he had never cared about before.
If the system disappeared one day, how would he keep the Xianzhou Alliance running? After he died, would the weapons he left behind still work?
The first question was something Xianyu could only resolve himself.
It was precisely because he had tried that he understood his own mediocrity.
So he could only rely on his health-lock cheat to read books and process documents without rest, making up for his shortcomings little by little and narrowing the gap between an ordinary person like him and an "omniscient, omnipotent" god.
During that time, Xianyu had been through many things.
Sometimes, the sight of the mountain of documents on his desk would leave him exhausted.
When he heard that troublemakers on some planet in some star system had rebelled again, he would grow angry.
When he learned