Only humans would be obsessed with saving the world above the Abyss.
Only humans would want every human being to come back to life.
Only humans would be so narrow-minded.
Only humans would be this "foolish."
When all these conditions came together, the image of the Creator's finger brushing across the words appeared in Martin's mind again.
Those rings of fingerprints, the calluses on the finger, the indentation of the nail—every detail reminded him that the "Creator" was a human.
The two appearances of the Creator's shadow had been two different humans, each from a different world. Their purpose in altering the words had been to save their original worlds, yet both had led to the destruction of those worlds...
Once he sorted out the logic, Martin felt little excitement. Instead, he was filled with worry.
"How did these two humans become Creators?"
Martin stared at the canopy, sinking into deep confusion.
Even he had endured countless hardships before using Dream Realm Power to reach beneath the canopy. How had those two humans gotten above it?
Martin had also tried various methods to break through the canopy, but every attempt had failed. The words were as hard as the bed below, utterly indestructible. Even the "gaps" between the words were solid, impossible to pass through.
Yet humans had somehow gone above the canopy and become Creators?
"What method did they use to get up there?"
Martin fell into thought. Taking advantage of the canopy's "high tide," he approached it once more, but the thick barrier still blocked his attempt to ascend. He could only slink back down below.
"Did they accomplish it with some Relic? Did both of them possess such a Relic?"
Thinking alone would probably never give him an answer. Martin set off again, passing through the