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Nuwa waved her hand, saying with a playful tone, "Besides, this small, broken world is not enough to satisfy my appetite!"

"So, what exactly does Empress Nuwa want?" Wuxin continued to press.

"nothing!"

Nuwa smiled mysteriously and said, "After seeing the Giant Throne from the previous life, I found you very interesting, so I decided to give you some new opportunities!"

"Let's see what choices you can make!"

"It's like watching a movie. I want to see what choices you would make and what results you would get on different timelines!"

As she spoke, she gently waved her hand, and countless projections of enlightenment appeared in front of her.

But Wu Xin immediately realized that the projection above was not him, but another version of himself who had also been reincarnated from the previous life of the Divine Particle of the Giant Seat.

Although we are all ourselves, each of us has a different life experience.

Some of them lived uneventful lives, growing old and dying peacefully, while others became Saints, protecting the world like him, or following Athena to destroy it.

However, some of them chose to follow Hades, ultimately turning the human world into hell.

"So that's how it is. Our lives are just a pastime for you when you're bored, sir!" Knowing all this, Wuxin couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It can't be described as mere entertainment!"

Nuwa waved her hand and said, "After all, you are all my children!"

No mother wants to use her child as a toy for amusement!

"I simply chose you from among many children!"

"You have ambition, so we'll give you a chance!"

"So, how does Empress Nuwa intend to treat this world?" Wu Xin looked up at the sky with a melancholy expression.

He was confident he could stop ordinary gods, but not someone like Nuwa.

He even suspected that an entity like Nuwa could destroy the entire world directly from the outside.

"I've said it before, I have no interest in this world!"

Nuwa shook her head and continued, "How I treat this world depends entirely on how you wish it to become!"

"I wish there were no gods in the world!" Wu Xin replied without hesitation.

The gods are the greatest source of turmoil in this world.

Without gods, the turmoil in this world can be reduced by 99%.

"It seems you wish to emulate Emperor Zhuanxu's 'Severing the Connection Between Heaven and Earth'?"

Seeing through Wu Xin's intentions at a glance, Nuwa shook her head and said, "I have no objections, but don't expect me to help you get rid of those gods!"

"If you want to achieve 'severing the connection between heaven and earth,' then we'll see if you have the ability!"

"I will work hard and I will never let those gods step into the third phase!" Wu Xin said firmly.

The fate of mortals should be in their own hands, and as for gods, these beings that are beyond reason, they should not be confused with mortals.

Only in this way can ordinary people truly achieve autonomy.

This is also the meaning of Saint Seiya protecting humanity.

"In that case, it's up to you!"

Nuwa didn't say anything more. With a flick of her sleeve, she took the cloaked woman away, and they disappeared from the spot.

Wu Xin thus began his confrontation with the gods.

Fortunately, with his support, the precarious Holy Realm finally stabilized and helped him cleanse the evil forces in the mortal world, gradually eradicating the influence of various gods from the mortal realm.

The fate of mortals gradually returned to their own hands.

Author's Closing Remarks

This is truly the end.

Although it wasn't perfect, it basically explained everything that needed to be explained.

In general, there are two reasons why this book flopped.

One reason was that it was published without any recommendations, and I barely managed to finish writing it all out of sheer passion.

If it gets a recommendation, I feel it should be much better than the previous Saint Seiya book.

Another reason, of course, is still my problem; my writing is terrible, really not good enough, sigh...

I need to adjust my writing style. I feel that the problem isn't with my plot, but rather with my writing style.

Another question is, why are all my main characters so miserable?

Because I feel that life is just like this... it's really tough...

I really don't know how to write "sweet".

Originally, I planned to finish writing this book and then take some time to reflect and work on the outline of a new book.

But just today, I received news that my dad is seriously ill and hospitalized... I have to go to another province tomorrow to take care of him...

I remember the last time I accompanied my mother was when she was seriously ill last year.

One thing after another, life is really making me feel so depressed...

In recent years, I have had to stay in the hospital for about ten days to half a month every year.

Money was spent, time was spent, energy was spent, and my own affairs were delayed...

Most importantly, my parents didn't seem to take it seriously, feeling that going to the hospital wasn't a big deal, and I ended up with a complete mess...

I'm so tired...

I was supposed to go to another province today, but some of the older folks in my family are superstitious and say that one shouldn't go out on the seventh day of the lunar month or return home on the eighth, so I didn't go today.

They were just seriously ill, not critically ill, so it wasn't particularly urgent. Even if we were anxious, it wouldn't help. The journey alone would take almost two days, and we couldn't even buy suitable train tickets. I spent half a day and only managed to snag a sleeper train ticket for midnight...

If I hadn't managed to snag a sleeper berth on the high-speed train, I probably would have had to buy a standing ticket and stand for ten hours straight...

While there's still time, I'll finish this extra chapter for everyone.

After I go to another province, I don't know when I'll be able to come back to write again.

By the time I return, I may have forgotten most of it, making it difficult to finish writing the side stories.

Forgive me, my life is so messy and chaotic that I really can't write anything that feels satisfying...

Life is unpredictable, like the large intestine enclosing the small intestine...