Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

It rejected the simple and brutal ending of destruction proposed by Yu Man.

It could no longer resist another form of destruction.

So - it made an extremely pure and simple wish.

“Hopefully a better day will come.”

Through its divinity, its magic.

they--

Turn the clock of this world.

291 A Beautiful Day

It's like suicide.

Even though the soul in his body was still very immature, Xiang Xiang had indeed devoured two top-level treasure chests and was able to ascend to the tenth-level divine realm, becoming a special existence.

But now, just to impress the world and fulfill its wishes, it donated all its divinity and magic power at any cost.

Like a river rushing across the entire continent.

They flow out from the body of the box continuously, just to rush into the clock and shake the world.

No deity would squander their greatness so lavishly; each one cherishes their power immensely. Xiang Xiang also cherishes himself and takes pride in this, even resorting to using his tenth-order divine power to play a joke on his employer and creator.

But now it is willing to give up all of this.

"..."

It tries to pry open the clock that symbolizes the stagnation of the world.

But even with the full dedication of a tenth-level treasure chest monster, it is still too difficult.

"After all, it was abandoned by the Creator. This... is tantamount to undermining the Creator's will."

The "Melting World Dragon" watched all this calmly. As someone who could put an end to all this, she understood the difficulties involved better than anyone else.

"Yes."

After casually responding, Serenade quietly drew his sword.

Even though her current strength is still that of a mortal and this sword is not a legendary object, there are still things she can do.

She could see that Xiang Xiang was even prepared to put everything into it just to fulfill his wish.

This means that the box will die of withering.

Unlike players who can squander their lives at will, these precious little guys don't have a second chance.

Not to mention, Xiangxiang was originally the ghost of a dead person. Fortunately, due to the power of the old god "Everyone needs my forgiveness", it was able to survive in the world in the form of a treasure chest monster.

Serenade didn't intend to let it die. After all, this was the little guy he had watched grow up.

It's not good to finally arrive in this world and be able to truly touch it, but then have to say goodbye before we get to know each other.

Can--

The world still won't turn, even with so much invested.

"Xiaoman." Serenade tried to remind her.

"Fish, probably... this won't succeed..." The "Dragon of the Molten World" also realized something.

Countless old gods hiding and watching from behind the scenes also sighed in unison.

Wanting to take over the creator's pen and continue those abandoned works - this is ultimately too unrealistic.

Even someone like Yu Man can't do it.

Nothing can be done.

But every witness knew that this was still a great attempt and they did not regret donating the price.

"eel……"

The deer understood the failure of this attempt and planned to speak to comfort them.

But she immediately noticed that there was no disappointment on Yu Man's face.

——Not at all.

Yu Man's gaze shifted from the motionless clock to the quietly gazing "Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness"... or rather, the big villain of this world.

"What about you?" Yu Man asked her.

"……I?"

"You look forward to the ending, but don't want to pay the price?"

Faced with the self-evident question, "Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness" shook his head desperately.

This exquisite puppet strives to explain: "I am the villain of this story, a character destined to meet my end. I cannot decide any future... I was never born with such a right... What drives the story forward is what the great protagonists should do."

There is no need to ask who stipulated it - it was written by the Creator.

Therefore, "Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness" from beginning to end, and you will not waste time on fruitless prayers.

The Creator, the Savior, the protagonists of this world that has yet to be written—none of them will appear in these streets of eternal night.

So, this puppet doesn't even know how to make a wish.

"Since this is an abandoned world, why can't you decide the future yourself?" Yu Man questioned, but her voice penetrated into people's hearts. "Now, the one who will write the rest of the story is no longer the Creator - it is me, don't forget."

"Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness." He looked at Yu Man expectantly, but didn't know how to continue.

It doesn’t matter, Yu Man has no intention of shutting up anyway.

"Maybe you're some terrifying villain, and once the story turns, you'll wreak havoc on the world. But I haven't stipulated that... that's not allowed. What kind of future do you want?"

"...Me." The puppet was wavering, wavering violently.

Yu Man's words were still bright: "It's okay, it doesn't matter, anything is fine - make a wish."

However, Yu Man misunderstood one thing.

The villain with such a grand name as "Everyone Needs My Forgiveness" is actually just an ignorant soul.

"Actually... I don't know... how to do bad things..."

"……what."

"The Creator created me, but I don't know how to perfect His creation. I can't bear to do the evil deeds of those villains... But I don't want to disappoint the Creator who gave birth to me..."

At this point, "Everyone in the World Needs My Forgiveness" finally explains all the reasons why it is impossible to make a wish.

She is a villain who doesn't know how to be evil but wants to play the role well.

Too simple an entanglement.

Yu Man couldn't help but laugh. As expected of the maker of the box, he himself didn't seem to be much better.

Perhaps, the soul residing in the body of this puppet is not an elderly person.

But this is ultimately another story that will never have an outcome. Even if Yu Man is a little curious, he has no way of knowing the answer.

She was about to personally give the future and the destination to the world.

Clearing his throat, Yu Man knew very well how to push her heart.

"Then I have a good idea - how about disobeying the Creator?"

Yu Man’s simple words were like a stranger knocking softly on the door late at night.

As expected, ordinary.

But clear enough.

"Make a beautiful wish, usher in a bright future—let the story begin... and you will become the villain of the Creator. After all, it was He who wrote you, and you are simply doing your job."

"Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness." Without saying a word, only thoughts were turning in the body.

Anyway, time does not exist in this world. She has stayed in eternity for too long, so it doesn’t matter how long she wants to think.

After all - this is the only chance to decide your fate since you were born.

The decision came quickly.

The puppet extended its hand, releasing the magical power and divine authority contained within it.

Carrying the wishes that naturally emerge in your heart.

Unexpected, no surprise.

“Hopefully a better day will come.”

She made such a wish.

……

Time is rooted in the world.

Before today - it held everything in check, stopped everything.

But there was an enchanter who gave it the future.

……

Vibration, violent vibration.

But that was not coming from the ground or the buildings, but from the withered world itself, which had been covered in dust for too long and was moving forward after a long time.

It was so awkward, like a rusty gear, but it was still trying to turn, remembering how it should move forward.

That is when the "future" arrives.

"...The pointer is moving." Liu Tong Qi Hua was the first to notice it. The clock that was like the moon was finally moved by the wish.

It indicates the time of this world.

It flows—just flows.

Not only that, Liu Tong Qi Hua also heard strange sounds that shouldn't exist in this world.

Drunk men stumbled deep into the alley, the clinking of bottles and soft wails echoing. House lights flickered, and streetwalkers yawned as they passed. Beyond that, rats scurried about at night, while wild birds and insects chirped relentlessly in the trees along the road.

Time pulls everything forward according to their wishes.

But those who made the wish were extremely unfamiliar with all of this.

"...The town...is alive..." "Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness" is panicking, and everything that is taken for granted is being overturned before his eyes.

"Wow... I'm so tired."

Because Xiangxiang donated too much divinity and magic power, he was extremely weak and on the verge of death, just like a person who had lost too much blood.

However, a sword slashed across it lightly, severing its connection with the torrent of magic power—stopping its bleeding.

It's a serenade.

She smiled and swung the sword lightly.

"...No, as expected of 'Defying All Things'." The one who exclaimed was the 'World-Melting Dragon'. "How could a mortal cut off the flow of tenth-order divinity? To think you could accomplish such a thing..."

"Swords and magic are a bit like each other. If you think you can do it, the sword will respond to your wishes." Serenade explained calmly, then put it away as a matter of course. "Besides, I know how to do it."

The "Melting World Dragon" was deeply afraid, then relaxed his expression with a look of relief: "It makes me feel at ease that a powerful person like you is a companion of the fish."

"What the hell, stop bragging about Cat Laoliu, just let her grow up."

Yu Man heard the whistle and rushed to the center, giving Xiao Qu a scornful look. Then he hooked his finger, and Xiao Qu habitually stretched his head forward. Although he realized that this was shameful, he could only curse himself for not being able to do it, and let Yu Man stroke him back and forth.

The "Dragon of the Melting World" stared at it with his mouth wide open - his envy was extremely strong, and he was even more wary of the cat Lao Liu that Man was talking about.

They seemed to become part of this world.

Flowing with the world.

The second hand, the minute hand—and then the hour hand.

Desire is pulling time.

Then--

Sometimes - a child's pleading will touch something.