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The Father has won once again, without a doubt. Even though the defeated dog has not yet admitted defeat, the Destroyer of All Realms did not come to stop the destruction of the world, but what the Father was waiting for was not a promise from Chaos.

"Of course I will win, and I will keep winning, because I have figured out the secrets of mind power, perhaps even more than you do."

"Yeah."

Nolan raised his head slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression, his lifeless eyes even looking somewhat adorable.

"Because you are now merely the Lord of Chaos of Annihilation, you willingly relinquished all the echoes of the past, all for... to wait for an outstanding player like me to take your place and end your eternal cycle, isn't that right?"

The Heavenly Father paced slowly around the Destroyer of Realms, as leisurely as possible, enjoying his moment of glory. He needed no one's approval, no longer needed it.

Is that...so it is?

The silver-haired girl uttered another questioning sound, her lips slightly pursed.

"Of course! I am immortal, omniscient and omnipotent, a unique god. You may not have realized it yet, but I have unknowingly become an existence that surpasses you!"

The Father waved his arms, and the chaotic throne and platform around him immediately disintegrated and then reassembled.

Nolan rested his chin on his hand and squinted. "I see, you don't seem to want the prize."

Once the doll acknowledges it, the game ends and the cycle begins again. Perentit's struggle is meaningless; she may win against the Ruined King, but she cannot win against the Father. However, the victor's ambitions extend far beyond this.

994. A moment is eternity.

Once the doll acknowledges it, the game ends and the cycle begins again. Perentit's struggle is meaningless; she may win against the Ruined King, but she cannot win against the Father. However, the victor's ambitions extend far beyond this.

"What I want is you. You are the Heart of Annihilation that I desire most."

The Father nodded, then shook his head, his eyes filled with fascination, wanting to reach out and touch the perfect face so close to his eyes, yet he hesitated.

Nolan chuckled, merely raising a finger, and a black hole appeared out of thin air behind him. The powerful gravity instantly sucked the charred doll into it, annihilating it.

However, the next second the Monument of the Gods trembled violently, and the voice of the Father came from the Pillar of Creation. At this moment, all things were his vessels, and his soul was immortal.

"It's no use. My conceptual armor is superior to yours. You only have one chip left in your hand, and you can no longer get close to me."

"Stop making me laugh, okay? I'm confirming one last time, do you not want your prize anymore, you foolish master of the Annihilation World?"

Nolan sighed. The Father's boring games were just as tedious for her. Ye Liliu's revenge disrupted everyone's plans, but she was like a mad dog, fighting with her own reflection, which was extremely pathetic.

The Destroyer of All Realms did not receive a reply from the Heavenly Father, but was instead met with a shadowy attack. The Ghost-Faced Lady brought down the Dragon Hammer, but the giant hammer spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes before it even touched the ground!

The Lord of Qiluo retreated with only the handle left in his hand. Before the purplish-black flames spread along the dragon hammer to his hands, he decisively gave up. The Lord of Purity and the Lord of Glory were also quietly approaching. The rebels of the annihilated world were no longer important. All the ruined kings were driven by the Heavenly Father, defying the primordial will that had once granted them immortality.

"So your answer is yes, I understand, no one forced you to accept it."

Nolan's gaze swept over the unfamiliar reflections, sensing the powerful conceptual armor emanating from them. Even though the echoes of the past had been lost, she was certain of a certain fact.

Even now, do you still believe this game is under your control?

The voice of the Father echoed throughout the pantheon, utterly mocking.

"Isn't that so? You think you're powerful, you think you're superior, you think you're omnipotent, but have you ever seen my true face?"

The girl rubbed her cheeks, her sickly smile twisting her delicate features into an expression that even the Lord of the Dead found chilling.

"answer me!"

A black chain suddenly emerged from the Pillar of Creation, binding the Verdant Lord. Rolling flames of annihilation erupted along the chain, causing the reflection to scream in agony. The concept of eternal life, instead of reviving it, tormented it between restoration and burning out.

"Impossible, the mind energy already belongs to me, what are you doing?"

Another puppet climbed out of the stone wall of the Monument to the Gods, its eyes filled with doubt. It was actually a black rope that had emerged from the heart of the verdant land. What deadly secret was hidden in the memories of the Destroyer of All Realms?

Nolan flicked away her fair hand, her fingers slightly curled, and more chains erupted from other anima, tightly binding the reflection of the Ruined King, from which no one could escape.

"It seems you haven't figured it out yet. What's sealed within the mind is not just the shadows of the past. You only see the victor's triumphant figure, but you've overlooked me, who once destroyed countless worlds."

"What!?"

The shadow of destruction answered the Father's astonishment. Black chains pulled a black cube from the vortex of psionic energy. The floating particles constantly changed into various shapes, like an indescribable monster, frantically destroying everything in sight, eroding space until it became a void.

The green ocean was swallowed up in an instant, and the black chains bound and pulled its prisoners. Then the cube tore open and mawed, only returning to the vortex of anima after pulling the Azure Lord into its body.

The puppet boy opened his mouth wide, trying to awaken the Azure Heart once more, but no matter what he did, he could no longer get a response from the heart energy. Behind the shadow of the apocalypse was the void itself, which had been engraved with seven cycles of reincarnation.

"Thank you for filling in so many impressions for me. Even if I am waiting for a brand new Watcher, it will never be an idiot like you. I can no longer see any appeal in you."

The reflections of the Destroyers of All Realms began to invade the Annihilation World. Clinging to chains, they emerged from the vortex of anima and pounced on the Echoes of the Ruined King like demons. Among them were a lame old man in a straw hat, a sexy and charming woman in a dress, and many more terrifying aliens that were not tolerated by the world. Nolan's memories in the old archives were completely different from these aliens.

Almost instantly, the Lord of Clarity was defeated and swallowed by the old man's black hole-like pupils. The Ghost-Faced Lady trembled and knelt down, seemingly recalling the instincts that had once dominated her, but she still could not escape her fate. The Smiling Lady broke her limbs with her bare hands and threw her into the Heart of Lapis Lazuli like trash.

The Lord of Glory met an even more tragic end, torn in two by the rabid dogs of doom, and dragged into the vortex of anima with screams. The conceptual armor covering his body with golden spirals was so fragile in front of the void projection, suffocating the onlooker, Perentit.

Soon, the scene was cleared, and the previously arrogant and domineering ruined kings fell one after another. Only the Dust-Covered Lord held on for a little longer, and the black chains dragged their reflections back to where they belonged.

The anima fluid embedded in the monument of the gods no longer shone, turning into several dim crystals, which were resealed with the rhythm of Nolan's fingers. She was indeed isolated and helpless, but the idea of ​​trying to control anima to replace it was ridiculous and would eventually backfire.

In the end, the silent doll boy saw only two victors: his past self and the embodiment of darkness in the Red Tide world.

Just as Batian was wondering where the projection of the God of the Crimson Tide World was, the Crimson Tide Black Knight, who had been nailed to the Pillar of Creation, suddenly broke off the thorns and reached out to summon the Echo of Doomsday.

A broken greatsword flew from the depths of purgatory, and the moment it landed in the invincible's palm, the black knight, his body wreathed in annihilation flames, appeared behind the tall, slender reflection of Ye Liliu, who was about to be executed, and beheaded her with a single strike!

Ye Lili broke free from her own hands, collapsed to the ground, coughed violently, vomiting a large amount of ink. Her pretty face was filled with complex emotions. She struggled to lift her head and saw the headless reflection tremble as it was kicked back into the Crimson Tide Heart by Invincible.

The Black Knight stretched his neck, fixed his gaze on the Celestial Being, and leaped down with his greatsword. The majestic weapon that destroyed the void split the reflection of the Father's concept in two, shattering his beautiful dream!

"Do you remember now?"

Nolan waved his hand, his smile gentle. The puppet boy could no longer utter a word. Others might not understand, but he remembered: Invincible was the guardian of the Crimson Tide world, the shadow of the destroyer of all realms, and also the silver-haired girl's final warning.

“I gave you a chance to catch up. If you had given up on this unrealistic idea the moment you saw the Black Knight, and you could still have won in a row, even if your methods weren’t exactly honorable, I would still be willing to acknowledge your victory. However, there are some things that I won’t give you, and you can’t take them from me.”

"......"

The Heavenly Father clenched his fist, watching the Crimson Tide Black Knight clear away the last shadows of the past and retreat into the Heart of the Crimson Tide, and sighed deeply.

"Do you understand now? Mind power is meaningless to me. You've just gone to great lengths to collect a bunch of garbage that I don't need, and you're still gloating over it, thinking that deciphering someone else's diary means you've mastered the rules of the entire world."

"I see."

The ghost of Lord Lubostan lay prostrate on the ground, bewildered and shocked. The world's destruction and the reversal of fortune had happened in an instant. He hadn't even seen the full picture of the Shadow of the Destroyer of All Realms. The Father's perfect vision had been shattered.

Is it that simple?

When Perentit looked at Nolan's slender back again, she silently lowered her head, put away the star map and merged into the black hole. At this moment, the only one who could still shout was probably Asteria, who was trapped in the gallows mural.

"Alright, now you're the only one left. Come on, where were you?"

Nolan wiped the bloodstains off her school skirt, slowly sat down, hovered in the air, and gently crossed her right leg over her left, swaying it rhythmically.

"It's too late to back out now."

The Heavenly Father rubbed his hair, shook his head with a wry smile, and relaxed, accepting reality. His vision was still narrow, not even comparable to the partial reflection in the void.

“I told you, you won. If you had stopped at that point, you could have freely chosen your spoils and gone to the next world to create new rules of the game. The Red Tide and Annihilation symbolize your rights. This is an unprecedented achievement.”

Nolan glanced at Ye Liliu, the little girl was still jumping up and down indignantly, glaring at the doll, looking quite cute.

"Everyone believes that mental power is your greatest secret, the source of your immense strength..."

"Yes and no. I don't want the shadows of the past to remain in my cradle and interfere with my thinking in the new game, so I discarded them. This doesn't mean they are really worthless. To me, anima is garbage, but to you, they are really precious, recording all the beauty and pain of the lost world. It's just that you all used the wrong methods."

"I understand."

The Heavenly Father nodded, understanding, and then took a step toward the silver-haired girl. The overwhelming heavenly light wove into wings around her, radiating divinity.

"But I still want to see just how far my conceptual weaponry is from yours, Oracle... Disperse!"

After taking one step, the puppet boy was actually moving backward. Nolan in his field of vision became farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until he could no longer see anything. All that was left in front of him was the dimensional ruins of the void. The last thing he saw was pity in the girl's eyes.

The Father looked around, utterly bewildered. The temple of the gods had vanished, and the place was deathly silent. First, his vision disappeared, then his hearing faded, as if some unknown force had stripped away his senses, leaving him unable to perceive anything. Gradually, even thought and memory became a luxury. He remembered nothing and could not recall anything.

In the eyes of the world, the Father remained motionless, his eyes gradually dimming as if he had lost his soul. As the puppet collapsed powerlessly, his limbs scattered, turning into a pile of wooden parts.

"It's a pity that there are no winners in this world."

Nolan thought for a moment, then raised his hand, a signal that was not pleasant for anyone.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

Ye Lili screamed in fright, somewhat afraid. She was afraid that the girl was just that everything had to start over. The loser had no right to keep anything and would eventually become one of those reflections.

What do you think I should do?

Nolan looked at the Night Mother, smiled and asked in return, "The moment she returned to Purgatory, all those trivial matters became unimportant; the game was over."

The goddess of the seven luminaries in the mural probably had a different opinion; even if she escaped from the clutches of the Heavenly Father, she was already someone's slave.

"Ahem, to be fair, shouldn't we start over? Maybe we should go back to the brief chaotic era. Anyway, that annoying guy is gone, hehe!"

Ye Lili tried to remain calm and raised an index finger, but Nolan just smiled without saying a word. Clearly, acting cute was useless here.

Perentit rolled his eyes. Why not just declare victory instead of going back to the Chaotic Era to let the Night Army continue to infect and expand?

"Give me a reason to continue, anyone will do, since this game has gotten a bit boring at this point."

The Destroyer of All Realms yawned, a remnant of mortality flickering in his eyes, but the primordial will prevailed, and he desperately needed an interesting performance.

Nothing is perfect, and neither am I. At least I have seen the view at the end.

Strangely, Batian lay on the scorched earth, completely satisfied and without any regrets. The other Chaos Apostles also calmly accepted the God's choice. The Chaos Faith did not end with destruction; it was merely another kind of rebirth.

With the sealed area gone, the Seven Luminaries Goddess finally broke free of the rainbow cage, shattered the mural, and escaped to heaven. She tore off that damned hanging rope, clutching her abdominal wound in pain, revealing a large expanse of her beautiful divine body, which was extremely sexy.

"What about our bet? I haven't given up yet!"

"Shut up, slave."

Nolan shut Asteria up with just one sentence. She lowered her head in grievance, having indeed lost completely, even her dignity stripped away.

"I'd rather hear your answer: what did you see in the starry sky? Was it a fleeting moment of brilliance, or eternal annihilation?"

The girl reached out and parted the sky above the Pantheon, as if wiping away the remaining traces of light, revealing the empty night sky, adorned with countless beautiful stars.

"It doesn't matter, a moment is eternity, there is no return, no end."

The Starlight Dragon's true form has long since vanished, leaving only Principal Vivian to convey the will of its avatar. If it weren't for the evil machinations of the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother that disrupted the world order, Perentitan would have been the most likely victor.

The brief greeting from time to time gave the girl a good answer. Nolan fell into deep thought, pondering it repeatedly. Reasons like "I want to live" could not convince her.

At this moment, Nolan noticed Tess, an indispensable character in this prank. It was Asteria's prank that first made her see the contradictions and determination within mortals.