The boy climbed up a ladder behind the elephant's rear, then slid down the elephant-trunk slide. He brushed the sand from his hands and altered the giant pyramid flying in the sky with a glance.
The next second, it became a tiny Single Universe soap bubble, floating above Franklin's palm.
"I haven't fought many battles, so my advice might only limit your imagination. But there's one trouble I've experienced myself. Whether you want to avoid it is up to you."
"Go on, our little superpowered guy."
Su Ming, a cigarette clenched between his lips, raised a hand. Black smoke sprayed from his palm and instantly condensed into another tiny Single Universe. There was only one planet inside, and it looked like a single cell.
Seeing this, Franklin shook his head and said speechlessly, "That's exactly what I was about to mention. If you can turn the unreal into reality—whether by making imagined things real or converting energy into matter—it's best not to create universes inhabited by intelligent life. Because that's when the trouble really begins."
Franklin knew this all too well. As the one who had created Parallel Worlds 40K-1 through 40K-6 within the Pocket Universe, he had been busy dealing with those matters all along.
Creating lifeless planets, space, and matter was easy enough. But once life appeared within them, stories followed. Entropy would begin to shift, followed by endless corrections.
It felt like rowing at sea. When turning, you could never stop at exactly the right angle—you would either turn too far left or too far right. If you let go of the rudder, it would not be long before you were collecting the wreckage and recycling it into a new boat.
Applied to a universe, that was equivalent to a reboot.
Genesis sounded easy, but trying to