Perhaps some of [Fallen Pleasure] still lingered, or perhaps the people here harbored too deep an obsession. Under Su Wuwei and Lou Guanshan's gazes, a Man-Made Calamity named [Streetlamp] was born.
A moment later, the two were still staring blankly at that familiar yet unfamiliar existence.
Lou Guanshan pointed at [Streetlamp] and opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
Su Wuwei quietly covered his head. "This... was unexpected."
They waited a long time, only beginning to examine this newborn calamity once [Streetlamp]'s form had stabilized.
Looking at [Streetlamp]'s dim appearance, Su Wuwei turned toward the now-dead planet. Deathly silence spread, and no one remained.
He reached out, and flames enveloped and gathered the wreckage into a burning wick, which he then handed to [Streetlamp].
"This was the world where the people who formed you once lived. At least traces of their existence still remain on it. I'm leaving it to you."
[Streetlamp] swayed slightly, seemingly saying it understood.
And so the dim lamp gained a flame.
Lou Guanshan blurted out, "So... you lit its first flame."
Su Wuwei felt a little numb too. "I suppose."
The two brothers looked at each other, questioning their lives. The feeling of making history with their own hands really made their scalps prickle.
"Let's go. We have to tell the others about this. As for it, we have no right to decide whether it stays or leaves."
Su Wuwei had not intended to take [Streetlamp] away, but it seemed to want to follow them.
[Streetlamp] flashed in front of Su Wuwei, and a tiny light suddenly slipped into his chest. It was a spark of fire.
Lou Guanshan had already drawn his saber, but Su Wuwei held him back.
"Wait, don't get worked up. What it gave me seems to be