"When we relinquished the Creator's authority, the world seemed to undergo a new evolution, becoming more perfect. But we no longer cared."
A gentle breeze always blew through the Courtyard high in the sky, where the air was warm and the sunlight pleasant.
At the little table.
Angelica's gaze wandered, as though she were immersed in events from countless years ago.
Illya sat demurely, holding a cup of black tea in her small, fair hands, slowly recounting the secrets of those distant years.
Looking at Angelica and Illya, Jiang Yang understood that the two were just like him and Aulisel back then.
One was strength, the other wisdom.
That was not to say Angelica lacked wisdom, only that her talents lay more in cultivation.
Green grass carpeted the Courtyard.
Illya elegantly sipped her tea and continued.
"But the cruelty of the real world toward ordinary people was simply unimaginable. The players left their lofty thrones as the Will of the World and chose to begin new lives as ordinary mortals."
"They discovered that the bodies they had been randomly assigned had different backgrounds and aptitudes. Some were even of a different sex or race."
"It truly was a random start. Apart from access to the Game System and that one talent, the players had nothing. And for the vast majority of players, those two things weren't much help."
"The Game System had collapsed countless years earlier, leaving only the Chat Group function. Our talents were more suited to building new homes and new worlds."
"When it came to combat or growing stronger, well, it's hard to put into words."
"But the players were all confident and proud. Knowing that even death was merely a new beginning, they were full of confidence and unafraid of challenges."
"Some even declared that they