It was still daylight, with the sun shining brightly above the sky.

The universal time zone somehow affected the entire real world. No matter who stood in this world, the time would be the same for the rest of the world.

Beyond the horizon, the clear sky with a few clouds was distorted, like a glitch in reality.

Various tears appeared one after another, followed by a glimpse of a different world beyond those tears.

Be it humanoid creatures, beast-shaped beings, or other-shaped visitors arriving in the real world, all of them had one thing in common.

All of them were in a hurry, searching for something.

Some with bad tempers directly blew away everything in their path, like kindergarten children on a rampage after eating too much sugar.

But they were not clueless. They fixed their gaze towards the Dark Continent area.

Near the border, they saw a man standing in the air with a calm expression, stretching his hand forward.

The appearance was top-notch, and the temperament was clean, just like someone sightseeing in the vast sea.

Those beings who mastered the power of space or time instantly utilized their power to stop the man from doing anything he wanted to do.

But just as their bodies flashed through the mirage of time and the spatial layer, they encountered a chasm.

A gap that distanced them from moving forward in both the time and space axes.

"Stop it!"

"Why are you doing this?!"

Various roars filled with anger resounded like thunderstrikes on rainy days.

No matter how many attempts they made, those strong visitors were unable to do anything while watching everything happen naturally.

There was no fluctuation of any sort of energy, and the world seemingly worked normally.

'There,' Nameless chanted slowly in his heart as his extended hand grasped something from the void.

How to kill a whale with a needle?

A simple question, but it carries deep philosophy for Nameless. Instead of creating any spectacular and gorgeous visual effects, he focuses on practicality.

How to destroy the world and escape the endless stairs of dimension?

Naturally, the method needed to be peculiar so that the destruction was not a blank annihilation of matter and energy, but rather the whole fabric of reality itself.

Destroying the cup that holds the water and not the water itself.

Nameless felt something in his grasp and pulled it leisurely, like plucking a handful of air.

But when his arm retracted back to his body, the world began its ending sequence.

An indefinite sound that was hardly perceivable by anyone but existed started to spread.

The sound was like a crack spreading all over a plain glass.

There was no explosion nor any world-shattering effect; it was just the place where Nameless’s hand grasped something, and a small crack began to spread.

From a small dot, smaller than an ant, it began to expand like unnatural spider webs.

One second, one breath.

It spread like a spring waterfall on the stack of rocks slowly toward the ground without any hurry, when suddenly the cracking sound approached like there was no tomorrow, and the entire beings in this world could hear the same sound cracking deep inside their hearts.

The cracks spread at a rapid speed, reaching deep into the ocean floor and the far-reaching horizon.

It was not in space but on the boundary that holds the world within it.

If this world were being animated, then the viewer would only see their computer screen filled with various cracks spread all over their screen.

But it was not that their screen was faulty, but the file was corrupted, resulting in such development.

After the crack expanded and enveloped more than 80% of the boundary, the source of the crack began to fall apart, just like how glass turned into dust and washed away by winds.

Chaos.

Something incomprehensible to every mind that had yet reached transcendent status greeted the eyes.

Nameless was standing in his place, but he could feel a strong force spreading from the small gap in the boundary.

But he was already prepared and chose to watch from the side.

The collapse spread following the cracks, and in another breath of time, the whole world no longer existed.

A profound void remained in its wake.

‘It was different from the void of emptiness that I visited before.’ Nameless observed his surroundings, and finally, he got the answer to the question he asked before.

How can he, as an “existence,” exist within non-existence?

Now, when there was nothing remaining, not even the previous void of emptiness.

This only meant one thing.

‘So it was the coin approach. One side is existence, and the other side is non-existence.’

But that was just a small surprise for him, as he used various methods to find the wall for the next dimensions and also the wall that was next to the higher place.

The place of transcendence.

One minute.

One hour.

One day.

Nothing came into fruition; the chaos remained the same.

Nameless was already prepared for failure. With his mortal mind, he couldn’t help but be shaken by this failure, but his second brain helped him by turning on the rational system that made him resistant to any unnecessary mental activity.

It was not that he couldn't handle the failure, but the natural charm of the chaos itself was not very friendly to low-level minds, such as the human mind.

After various attempts, Nameless really couldn’t get anything from his probings.

Just before he wanted to do something extreme, there was a change.

From “afar,” the chaos was disturbed, giving way to something.

In this place, the concept was in chaos, unlike the previous world. Space and time were distorted beyond recognition, becoming something different.

Also, the so-called chaos existed because there was no word for Nameless to explain the place he was in right now.

If it is called empty, then it is empty.

If it is called void, then it is a void.

To make it more understandable, Nameless refused to admit he lacked the word for this kind of place, thus he opted to call it chaos.

At the source of the change that was happening, Nameless could vaguely feel presences. Not one but several of them.

He raised one of his eyebrows and prepared his methods.

The chaos parted ways like someone split the sea, and there a group of four appeared.

Their appearance was similar to that of a human, but their visual effect was more impactful, just like game characters.

‘Why do people always act in a pretentious way even though they are just ants?’ Nameless shook his head.

Three of them were masculine, and the last one was more feminine, so it is safe to say three males and one female.

Their appearance was nothing of Nameless’s concern, but when they spotted Nameless standing idly, minding his own business, the four of them erupted with bloodlust.

The kind of lunatic fanaticism when encountering a blasphemer of their belief.

But they were able to hold their minds and regain control over their fanatic thoughts.

“Heretic!” the man who looked like the leader of the group said in a language that Nameless was unaware of.

It was something novel since Nameless had already touched the direct derivative of the truth, so naturally, he should be aware of any language, and yet there was actually a language that he was unaware of.

Then the four of them became brighter with divine light and launched various attacks at Nameless.

‘Heh,’ Nameless sneered in his heart, and he was prepared.

But one thing escaped his preparation: the system was nowhere to be found.

There was no new source of energy even after the four strangers bombarded Nameless with their attacks.

‘Did the system finally reach its limit?’ Nameless couldn’t help but ask himself; naturally, there should be a limit for everything.

‘Maybe this is the last checkpoint, so the system is unable to cover it.’

So he discarded other thoughts and focused on the four strangers; he was confident in his method.

He released various methods to protect himself: a backup plan for his escape, another backup plan for a counter-attack, and another backup plan for another backup plan.

Naturally, he wanted to use the skip battle button, but all of his methods were rather restrained due to the nature of chaos in the surrounding area.

So he could only fight manually.

As the attacks finally closed their distance and appeared in front of him, Nameless still didn't feel intimidated by them.

Then, as far as he knew, everything turned black.

“Humph, those heretics are really disgusting and don't know their place at all,” the leader of the group said in disgust as he led the other three to leave this dead chaos.

As for Nameless, not even scum was left after the attacks reached him.

. . .

“Well, that was an unsatisfactory ending,” a soothing and casual voice said.

“Hehe… those dogs were always like this; they always bite anything that is not in line with their liking. Not even dogs would be happy to be compared to them,” another voice could be heard, different from before, which obviously belongs to a woman.

This voice belongs to a man with a slight taint of old age but still remains youthful.

“Anyway, look, he is awake now,” the same person enthusiastically said.

Nameless was still confused when he saw the attacks bypass all of his methods, and he was still unable to cope with his loss.

When he opened his eyes, it was still black, and he could hear people talking near him.

But even after opening his eyelids, there was still black until the darkness faded away, and his opened eyes welcomed the world.

He saw a high and big throne made of metallic material but also looked like it was made of stone; a figure sat there looking down at him.

It was a skeleton, humanoid to be sure, but his armor was integrated into his skeleton, making him a notable character with high visual impact.

The skeleton's color was monotonous black.

On top of his head were a crown; only this crown was not fused into his being.

Then moving his gaze to the right, he saw a large couch that looked very comfortable to lay on. He was sure this couch was comfy because he saw a tall woman more than three meters long lay down there.

Her expression was like someone who was doing nothing the entire day, tired in the afternoon, and found the familiar couch and just lay there waiting to fall asleep even without any intention.

The couch was not important, but what was more important was the tall woman's appearance.

It was the first time that Nameless was actually amazed by a woman’s beauty, not because of her sexual allure.

Everyone had their own idea and concept of beauty, the same for Nameless. He had his own ideal woman both in appearance and mentality.

And when he saw the tall woman, he knew this woman was exactly what his ideal woman was.

With six fox ears on top of her head, with another pair of long and slender elf ears. Her golden, silvery white and long hair fell down behind her body like a natural scarf.

Heterochromia eyes, with each of them enough to make anyone gouge them and turn them into accessories for their own use.

Her figure was beyond any words to describe them, as every part of her body contained the definition of beauty itself.

On her back were various kinds of wings, a pristine white wing of an angel, dark crow wings, and other kinds were carefully placed for aesthetic value.

Moving forward were nine types of tails, waving on their own like grass on a windy day.

When she noticed that Nameless was captivated by her appearance, the tall woman let out a slight giggle that brought Nameless to the ninth heaven.

An ideal woman at best could only be envisioned; their appearance was easier to perceive, but other characteristics were hard to determine since humans mainly relied on their eyes.

So when Nameless heard her giggle, he was convinced that this tall woman was his truest ideal woman.

But then he quickly gathered his scattered mind and found two other people—a person and a round ball.

On the left of his view, he found a round ball giving metallic luster but somehow bouncing like water levitated silently.

Then next to him, just a few steps to his right was a skinny and regular man. He looked young and old at the same time.

To be precise, he was old but still chose to retain his youthfulness to some degree.

“Welcome,” the old man said while opening his hands.

“Haha,” the old man laughed when he saw Nameless was still choosing to remain silent and observe his surroundings coldly.

The old man nodded and then said, “no need to be that vigilant here. You already reached the final stop. There is no path forward, so you can be relaxed here.”

Nameless still gave no response.

“Old man, why are you talking in a roundabout way? You know that will only increase his vigilance,” the tall woman on her couch rolled her body, giving a feast for the eye.

She supported her upper body with very minimum clothes on her body, her heterochromia eyes locked onto Nameless.

Seeing that Nameless lost his focus for a moment due to her movement, she couldn’t help but feel proud and smug.

Following her heart to get more appreciation from Nameless, she moved her body a few more times.

Her movements were not very conventional, as the few clothes attached to her body easily fell off and revealed her secret. But she seemed unconcerned about it and kept moving.

The two mountains shook slightly, helped by the hands to knead them in a beautiful way.

No one was talking, so Nameless kept watching her performance.

After she finished, Nameless couldn’t help but nod his head in approval.

Then, an aged voice, not the aged voice of a man but the aged voice of a being that lived for a very long time, opened its mouth.

The skeleton sat on the high throne, opened his mouth, and let out that aged voice. “That should be enough.”

He was not commanding anyone; he only spoke because he felt it was his turn.

The soul fire that was dim brightened in his eyes and stared at Nameless.

“Welcome, another me,” the skeleton said with a slight tremble in his soul fire.

Nameless frowned when he heard the skeleton’s words.

But before he could ponder on his own, the skeleton continued. “I know you might start to ponder about it, so I will just make it short.”

“Ask away your question.”

Nameless looked at his surroundings and found that the other three were not that repulsive towards him.

So he had a vague guess in his heart.

“Why do you call me another you?”

“Because it is the fact.”

“Then, do you have the proof?”

“I can give you everything you need to know, but it would be tasteless. This place was too desolate to give up this precious chance.”

“The proof that you wanted to know is in front of you right now.”

The skeleton raised his right hand; since he had been sitting on his throne for so long, his bone had already fused with the throne. When he made a move, the throne cracked, and he successfully raised his bony hand.

The long and black finger bone curled up, leaving only the index finger bone. He pointed towards the tall woman on his left.

“She is you.”

Then he moved his index finger towards the floating ball on the right. “He is you.”

And lastly, towards the old man next to Nameless. “He is you.”

Then he pulled his hand back to its previous place.

He seemed to have finished his goal and was waiting for Nameless.

“Khhk.. kuahahaaha.'' The tall woman on the side couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly when she saw this.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, her hair swayed followed by the excited wings and tails behind her. What was more important, her assets were jiggling like puddings.

“Old bone, it seems the time got your mind; just let the Old man do the answering task.” 

The old man, on the side, nodded towards the skeleton.

“Sigh.” The skeleton let out a sigh that was somewhat comical compared to his character design.

“Okay, you do it,” the skeleton opened his jaws, moving up and down.

“Alright,” the old man shifted his focus towards Nameless. His eyes were full of joy at this moment.

“Although asking and answering questions would bring more time for us, it wouldn’t be so tasteful. So let me help you understand everything.”

“Because of that, I will tell you the story of the First.”

“In the past, this universe was controlled by the gods, the real gods in a literal meaning. But different from our previous universe, this universe allows its inhabitants to grow stronger. So it is possible for mortals to become a god.”

“Without background, naturally, we sought immortality just like that person. After reading his story, we are no longer greenhorns when it comes to literature, albeit only reading one book. We thirst for a great adventure for a great cause. The end didn’t mean anything as long as the journey itself was worth it.”

“So the First, when he arrived in this world, slowly and steadily increased his strength in the most efficient way. As you know, with our knowledge, it wouldn’t take too long for the First to reach the end of the road.”

“Whether it is secret knowledge or ancient knowledge, he didn’t care about all of that. He only needed to dig some underground cave and rely on his own knowledge to rise into godhood.”

“But there are already gods in this universe, so when they find a new god who has no limit to his growth, they become wary of him. Even far before he started his journey, the powerful gods already set their eyes on him. The god of fate, the god of time, the god of whatsoever, you name it.”

“This is not a story for the First to enjoy; the gods were not stupid people. So because they found that the First has the possibility to step further in his journey, they decided to nip the problem in the bud.”

“But how can that be possible for us, right? So the First, or rather the future of the First, made various arrangements that allowed him to grow stronger even when facing the entire pantheon of the gods.”

“In the end, the First fights the gods in a great war that becomes the end of his story and the start of our story.”

“We are the First, the same person from the previous world but walked a different kind of life before finally reaching the end of the road.”

“As you have found out, there are only four levels in this universe. With the last level of being a god, that is to accommodate the truth into their world. The reason why the gods are afraid of the First was the truth he accommodated.”

“If it was the truth of time, then just counter it with space. If it was the truth of knowledge, then it can still be countered. The only problem was that the First’s truth was not something that the gods of this universe could understand, causing them to be unable to fully kill the First.”

“This is the beginning of our stories; there are various gods in the universe, but they can’t kill the First. So they can only seal him. Seal him so he can’t make any improvement in his strength, so as to not allow him to truly transcend this universe.”

“The gods use themselves as the foundation for the seal; you can imagine how powerful that seal will be. But sealing will only give them more time, so they use various methods to kill the First. Since they can’t kill him, they tried to kill the First using himself. That is us.”

“This universe where we currently live was actually a fake universe, contained and created by the Old Gods. Their goal was to let all of us succumb to mediocrity and accept our fate as mortals.”

“But because of our personality, when we came into being in this fake universe. It would take tremendous luck for any of us to give up chasing immortality. Thus the Old Gods seal part of our memories.”

“Have you truly remembered everything in your first life? What is your previous name? What does the previous world was called? Who is that person that inspired you to chase for immortality? We can remember the general information, but when we delve deeper into our minds, we find that we don’t actually know anything. We are just clones of the First.”

Then the old man no longer spoke; he let Nameless digest everything he told.

Just like the old man said, Nameless tried to dive into his memories and found that he indeed knew nothing about his previous self.

‘Why did I subconsciously ignore this fact?’

He tried his best to recall his first life memories, but to no avail, he couldn’t remember anything except for what was normal for him.

Isn’t it normal for me to start the journey to achieve immortality?

Isn’t it normal to let go of everything just to achieve immortality?

But why is there no reason and explanation for this?

Even so, Nameless is still wary of the four people in front of him.

“This is still not enough,” Nameless said coldly.

Then the old man accompanied him to understand everything as the other three watched from the side.

Time passed.

According to Nameless’s internal clock, three days had passed since his resurrection.

Naturally, Nameless was still wary of everything that was told to him, but he couldn’t help but accept parts of it.

It was mainly because the other four were similar in personality.

They didn’t want to go on an adventure to try to escape this fake universe; instead, they found a small place and practiced there.

They didn’t put any duty on Nameless because they also hoped that Nameless might find a way for them to escape this fake universe.

The only problem was that it was near impossible to move forward.

Nameless was sitting on a cliff. The sky was dark with stars, and below the cliff was a forest.

“Even if I accept the story or not, it doesn't matter. As long as I'm trapped in this fake universe, nothing matters.”

If this fake universe was just a small universe opened by the Old Gods and run simulation to cause self-destruction for the First, then it will be just about destructing the small universe.

But the problem was that this fake universe was a dream of the Old Gods; it didn’t exist, and the real universe was beyond Nameless's reach.

“How can a dream creature enter reality?”

Nameless already ran various attempts, telling his second brain to analyze methods to escape from this boundless cage. But he found it was difficult.

Not in matters of effort, but rather, it was a matter of luck.

The other four were like Nameless; they had the same personality and at the start of the story, they also built their own second brain.

So, after a long period of time, they had already done various things that Nameless’s second brain suggested.

“As created by the simulated dream, it is impossible for me to fight the Old Gods; only power outside this fake universe can cause some change, and that change already exists in this fake universe.”

The four clones of the First had already made their move, but their attempt needed luck and time before finally bringing qualitative change.

“According to Bone, self-destruction was just one of many methods of the Old Gods to kill the First. The root of the problem of the First’s undying quality was that he accommodated the truth that was unknown to the Old Gods, so as the clones, we play as their lab rat. If we also successfully grasp that same truth in this fake universe, then it is game over.”

Nameless couldn’t help but remember how Bone sneered when he talked about this; at the same time, Nameless also sneered.

“Since the First already accommodates truth that is incomprehensible for the Old Gods, naturally it is also impossible for us to grasp the same truth because different us will arrive at different conclusions. None of us will grasp the same truth as the First one.”

That was one of the problems why the Old Gods would never decipher what kind of truth the First accommodated, since Nameless and the other four, and even the other clones, live in a fake universe.

It was impossible for anyone to truly grasp the truth since they were just dream creatures.

It was the same for anyone in Nameless’s previous life wanting to learn magic from the fantasy book they read. Simply impossible.

Even if the Old Gods made some arrangement, it would only result in the appearance of the Second.

The clone who would accommodate another unknown truth that will break the delicate balance of the Old Gods and the First.

Bone didn’t hide anything from Nameless about his research on how to break free from the fake universe.

Thinking about the method to break the fake universe, Nameless sighed at it.

To explain everything on this, it would only be a mind-wandering for him; even if he wanted to do something about it, he couldn’t.

. . .

The fake universe had three fundamental forces that control it.

The first one was naturally the group of clones that successfully reached the end of the road, but so far, there were only five of them, including Nameless. It shows how ruthless this fake universe was towards the clones.

But since everything still runs according to the Old Gods’s arrangement, it also meant the original self of Nameless was truly formidable, that they would rather die while trying instead of giving up in the process.

There was no fancy name for this group, since no one came up with a good name. So everyone agrees to call themselves the Chat group.

The second force was the remnant of the Old Gods, or rather their will. It was the Templar Temple. For a better result, the Old Gods didn’t intervene in how things developed due to the nature of the First’s unknown truth.

If they directly intervened, then the destruction of the clones wouldn’t do anything towards him.

So the Templar Temple only had the teaching of the Old Gods but not their presence. Basically, they were just a group of abandoned dogs.

In their early days, Bone, Farmer, Nine-tails, and Ball were visiting the Templar Temple and running amok there to entertain themselves.

Killing, massacring, rape and various violence were like daily task for them to abuse the stupid group of abandoned dogs to vent their anger.

The followers of the Old Gods weigh nothing when facing the clones, as they are the clones that successfully reach the end of the road. Therefore, when facing anyone on the same level, they pose no threat to the clones.

As for the reason why Nameless was killed by the knight, it is simply because the knight also grew over time and taught the new knight methods to kill new clones that successfully reach the end of the road.

But that also did nothing in front of Bone and the other three; they already walked further even though there was no road ahead of them. That was why Nameless could be easily resurrected by them.

The third force was the Union. The fake universe didn’t run a single run for the clone at one time, but rather multiple runs at the same time. So in the face of “infinity,” naturally anomalies occurred.

And those anomalies were the irregular, the natives of a fake universe except Nameless and the clones that reached the end of the road but chose not to become the abandoned dogs of the Old Gods.

They gathered together and made a group of their own called the Union. As for their strength, Bone and others didn’t care about them.

Just like Nameless, he only cared about increasing his strength and so did the other clones.

As long as the Union didn’t actively provoke them, then Chat group members would just ignore them.

In fact, the Union could exist because the Chat group hoped those irregulars could break the fake universe.

But for that to happen, the chance was minuscule compared to the effort brought by the four members of the Chat group.

As for the method to break the fake universe, Bone and others mainly relied on the chaos creature.

The so-called chaos creature was a creature that entered the fake universe from the real universe. Since Bone compared this fake universe akin to that Dream of the Old Gods, he also called them Nightmares.

But so far, Bone only found one Nightmare that successfully entered the fake universe from the real universe.

As the strongest being in this fake universe long before the second member of the Chat group arrived, the Farmer.

Bone extensively researched that Nightmare day and night to uncover the truth about the universe he currently lives in. Just like Nameless, he also had his own second brain.

From that Nightmare, Bone realized the truth about the real universe, the Old Gods, and the First.

Honestly, the chaos creature was truly a chaos creature; they were beings that live in chaos. Chaos also exists in the real universe, and even when the Old Gods seal the development, chaos remains active.

Because of this, they were able to truly damage the fake universe and disrupt the delicate balance of the seal.

The only problem was that there was only one Nightmare. So Bone started his project to artificially create Nightmares inside the fake world.

It was a long research since he got no useful knowledge because of some knowledge being sealed by the Old Gods; the fact that none were able to grasp the truth in this fake universe was a result from Bone’s attempt to artificially create Nightmares.

Nightmares have two types: one was natural, popping out in the chaos, and the second one was the transformation of a creature within a universe that somewhat degenerated into a chaos creature.

Because of Bone’s long project and also with the help of the other three, now the fake universe already had its own Nightmares paradise.

Except for the original chaos creature that Bone captured, the rest were artificially bred by the Chat group members.

The presences that caused Nameless to become restless in the void of emptiness were actually those Nightmares.

Since the second type of Nightmares results from the transformation of living beings, it was important to learn the cause of the transformation.

From Bone and others' research, the primary cause was madness.

Not the madness caused when you encounter chaos, but rather when the mind collapses on its own.

Remember the endless stairs of dimension that are akin to samsara? Now imagine many more people trying to escape these stairs of dimension but unable to extricate themselves, finally turning into a blind cat that keeps repeating everything, losing their sanity, and degenerating into chaos creatures.

Yes, the chaos creature was a truth seeker in the literal sense, but they were so obsessed that they were no longer different from the chaos.

Since that was the case, Bone and others created a new sub-fake universe on their own and changed that universe's rules and order so that Nightmares could be produced more.

Because they can’t force it, they mainly laze around in the Chat group base.

Nameless had seen the sub-fake universe that they built, and he found those sub-fake universes rather fun.

One of them was actually a universe similar to his previous life, on a certain planet, but on that planet, humans could become stronger by slowly turning themselves into gods through potions.

But the catch was that they would slowly be polluted by the poison that Bone purposely left behind in the potions.

As they grew stronger by taking a higher-level potion, the closer they got to godhood but at the same time closer to chaos.

This kind of universe and power-up was actually one of the best arrangements to produce Nightmares.

. . .

Nameless also incorporated into the Chat group and built his sub-fake universe to breed more Nightmares.

He had thought, why not gather the other clones and directly nurture them.

But he discarded that idea after learning about Bone’s and others’ attempts. Since they were clones created by the Old Gods to cause origin damage to the First, the stronger the clones' power was, the more impact it brought to the First if they gave up on their journey.

So, it was better to let nature take its course and produce real mature clones that wouldn’t give up in the middle way to avoid harming the First.

. . .

Time passed.

Nameless no longer took a glance at how much time had passed since it no longer had any meaning for him.

Whether it was a year or a century, nothing made any difference.

Since he was still trapped in the fake universe, he also began to accept the mundaneness of the other members.

Now he understands why the clones except for himself appeared a bit different from him.

Bone, as the oldest member of the Chat group, already lost his touch of humanity; he usually slept.

Farmer, the second member, chose to be a farmer to fill his daily life.

Nine-tails, the third member, was originally a male, but after indulging himself with various types and kinds of women, in the end, he found no woman able to truly match his ideal woman. Thus, he chose to be that ideal woman himself.

He took the term "go fuck yourself" to a whole new level.

Ball, the fourth member, was obsessed with the perfection of the circle. He believed that a circle was the pinnacle of creation since nothing in this world is actually a perfect circle, and only our theoretical approach suggests that a perfect circle exists.

So, he turned himself into a bouncy metallic ball.

Nameless also started to lose his sternness towards unnecessary things; he didn’t remember how long it took for him before he finally was full of boredom.

One day, he left the Chat group base and headed towards the Templar Temple and did whatever he wanted there.

When he found that those Templar Knights shouted at him angrily like lunatics, he found his world suddenly filled with colors.

Then he ecstatically waved his hand and lashed his legs to kill anyone he met there.

Then another unknown amount of time passed.

. . .

The idea of using clones to cause damage to the First's origin was a joke. What were the chances for the clones to give up their ambition without any arrangement except for some memory blockage?

The fact that the fake universe was still running only meant this method was ineffective.

But the Old Gods were truly gods in mentality; they no longer age, and time lost meaning for them. What they wanted was only the result. Even if the chance was very small, at least it was better for them than waiting for the First to bypass them.

This was also another problem. The First, just like Nameless, actually didn’t care about those gods, but those gods were too accustomed to their norm. They were afraid if the First successfully bypassed them and transcended, there would be nothing good for them.

Nameless let out a mouthful of breath.

"If you guys didn’t make any stupid moves towards the young First, then why would he care about you?"

It was the same as the myth and legend about prophecy; the prophecy fulfilled itself because there was someone who was aware of the prophecy.

Since they found they were killed by the First, they panicked and tried to change the future by killing the young First.