After wandering through the dream remnants of that dead world for who knew how many cycles, Martin finally figured out where these "Creators" had come from.
They had all once been human—the finest humans of each world.
They crossed countless obstacles, carrying the hopes of all humanity as they journeyed to the Abyss Bottom.
Yet in the end, they stood atop the Firmament and became new "Creators."
Then they personally destroyed everything they cherished...
There was nothing left at the Abyss Bottom. It was empty. The world they had wanted to save was gone, the "Creators" were gone, dim light fell across the words, and reality had become ruins, devoid of all meaning.
All hope would turn into despair, circling endlessly amid the silent ruins.
Yet the Abyss remained there, waiting for the next Creator to arrive...
After recounting all this, Martin continued looking up at the lofty Firmament. At that moment, the new "Creator" above was painstakingly feeling his way through it. Once he understood those words, he would begin another round of destruction, personally turning the hope in his heart into despair.
"I've observed many 'Creators' here. At first, every one of them was full of confidence. They all tried to change the existing reality and save the world, but once they began altering reality, they only made it worse..."
"The world's structure is incredibly precise, like a clock. Every gear inside it is linked together. If you casually change the number of teeth on one gear, the speed of the entire clock will be thrown off, and it will no longer be able to keep accurate time."
"Humans are not suitable clockmakers. We do not have the ability to repair the clock. Instead, we accelerate its damage, personally pushing the crumbling world into the Abyss."
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