"Why? Why?"
Above the canopy of heaven, the Creator was frantically patching the world.
But the world was now like a broken little boat, leaking everywhere. Hammering a nail into one spot knocked loose a plank somewhere else. Instead of making the boat sturdier, the "repairs" only made its original structure more precarious.
Even the Creator did not know what to do. Every change he made triggered a chain reaction. It was as though the world had become a string of bombs that would explode at the slightest touch. He knelt amid the bombs, utterly helpless.
Lu Youqi did not know how things had become so terrible either. The moment he finished altering the world's past, these disasters had appeared between the lines, apparently becoming part of history.
He did not know how his revisions had caused these disasters. He had merely made the world move away from the Abyss. Why had these disasters suddenly appeared?
After one revision came a second. Lu Youqi immediately began patching up the disasters that had appeared from nowhere. Yet whenever he fixed one disaster, two more would emerge. When he fixed two, even more disasters would appear.
If he stopped the flood, the dam would collapse, and the flood would still come.
If he stopped the torrential rain, the storm clouds would drift elsewhere and unleash torrential rain in another place.
If he stopped the earthquake, pressure in the earth's crust would continue to build, only to be released even more terrifyingly before long.
If he stopped the tsunami, the giant wave would batter somewhere else.
He could not even stop something as simple as a landslide. He could prevent a collapse for a time, but he could not stop the loosened soil. One day, that soil would no longer bear its own