"The last time you warned me not to linger in the ’Magic Network,’ was it because of these codes?"
Ethan recalled the strange space he had seen in the Kaisaros realm. He initially thought it was what the world looked like before being developed, but now it seemed that the floating giant rock in the ocean and the whirlpool beneath it belonged to an unfinished realm reachable only through exploiting glitches.
"It’s very dangerous there."
The blue-haired girl said, "It’s dangerous for you too. Don’t go to such places again."
Ethan certainly understood the danger of glitches. Given the chaotic scenes, players could easily get stuck in a pit they could never get out of, and, from what he observed, this world had no "unstuck" functionality to resolve such issues.
Ethan glanced around, gaining a deeper understanding of the books on the shelves.
No wonder Sincaro’s memories were fragmented; these books only recorded significant moments for them. It’s unrealistic for a game designer to meticulously script every day a character experiences. Those crucial time points would decide what kind of person they become.
Perhaps from the very start, Sincaro was destined to be a gloomy and heavy-hearted character in the "character setting."
After spending time with them, Ethan realized that Old An and Old Ba also had strong personality traits, which clashed with the traditional perception of the high and untouchable Old Gods. Only humans would imagine them this way.
Ethan gradually comprehended everything.
He slowly discerned the darkness within Sincaro’s heart and their desire to achieve their goals through the trial of wisdom.
The "Writing Rules" and "Creating Creations" associated with Behemoth could be replaced with a simpler game term — Builder Mode.
This was human imagination about the Divine Spirit.
Ethan could feel that although Sincaro hadn’t appeared, they were constantly paying attention to the happenings here. Almost simultaneously, a beam of pitch-black light shone upon him.
Everything remained unchanged, with the only difference appearing on the skill proficiency panel.
’Builder Mode (Test).’
This was the only skill without any description, nor did it require any because it wasn’t supposed to appear on anyone’s skill proficiency panel.
The pitch-black light illuminated this skill, and viewed from a realistic angle, it was Sincaro sharing a portion of their power with him.
The Old Gods could alter the perception of realms. The spaces they occupied were filled with environments and creations that strongly reflected their personal style. These investigative reports had been written into the Reception Bureau’s depiction of polluted zones, and it was no secret long ago.
This seemed to be part of Sincaro’s plan as well.
Almost at the instant of deploying the skill, Ethan’s view was thrown into the sky, allowing him to overlook the library from an unfamiliar god-like perspective. His perception of his body became faint, and a multitude of information flooded into his mind.
The library’s design was extremely rough, merely arranging shelves neatly one after another. It was a square area, with darkness representing the boundary, implying unreachable places.
Ethan quickly realized what was truly needed here and promptly identified the corresponding "material" amidst the chaotic information.
Meanwhile, Behemoth’s thoughts were interrupted by the anomalies above.
The changes in Lindong caused him anxiety. Always considering himself as the master’s most satisfactory creation and trusted demon, he was entrusted with important duties. However, Ethan and Lindong’s presence made Behemoth realize that perhaps he had never been special in the master’s eyes.
Not even as special as the little kittens created by Lindong.
He observed Lindong playing with these kittens in the garden. The kittens rolled on the grass, lying on the ground revealing their soft bellies, stretching and retracting their paws in a coy manner to Lindong, and in return, they received a crystal-clear fruit as a reward.
These lives were fragile, insignificant, but yet... enthralling to Behemoth.
Lindong didn’t want to associate with him, so he stayed at a distance, watching the happenings in the garden.
This spontaneous idea filled Behemoth’s heart with unease, as it contradicted the survival law of high-ranking demons.
He found himself envious of these weak, helpless beings. If they were placed among demons, they could become food on the dining table by tonight. Updates are released by NoveIＦire.net
This was Behemoth’s perpetual experience.
He wasn’t his master’s first creation, and as a new life, the first survival law he learned was to eliminate those elder siblings who were born before him, because if he didn’t, he would be the one to be erased.
He further learned that for the seven Old Gods, seven seemed to be a lucky number.
When the number of high-ranking demons was reduced to seven, the intrigue and mutual slaughter finally concluded, followed by endless orders.
As the master’s right-hand arm, many tasks awaited completion by them.
Failing to fulfill missions results only in being discarded.
Thus Behemoth looked to the sky.
They were all created by darkness, believing their master was always there in the deepest part of the darkness, overlooking... accompanying them.
But now even the darkness was swiftly dissipating.
Behemoth noticed an abrupt brightness above; before the light, darkness had nowhere to hide, and the searing light made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open, causing even his heart to feel intense scalding pain.