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Chapter 1566. Epilogue 1563: Flying Wings Home

"Are you leaving now? You're here now, why don't you eat something before you go back? Otherwise, your people will say that we outsiders don't follow the rules. Even the Creator has to go back with an empty stomach after attending the banquet. By the way, it took me a lot of time and effort to prepare this table."

A somewhat resentful voice sounded across the table, causing Murphy, who was about to get up and leave, to curl his lips. He then took a fragrant tablecloth from his hand and threw it over, saying:
“I have done everything I should do. Are you still standing here waiting for the Creator’s revenge?

Wipe the blood off, great [DATA EXPUNGED], stop pretending to be pitiful with the glass shards on your head. Isn't the mess you left behind worth a bottle hitting your head? Considering that I have decided to take over the business, you have to let me go anyway, right? "

"Well said, well said!"

"That's right! The idiot Subject really deserves a beating!"

"But wouldn't it be a bit too hurtful to hit him on the head with a bottle? He is a creator after all."

"What are you afraid of? The doctor is right next to us. He didn't even apply a bandage, which means that the blow from Murphy didn't hurt at all! You'd better do it again!"

"Using a wine bottle is boring. If you ask me, it's better to use the concept disintegration cannon. Brother Murphy, I happen to have a disintegration cannon that can damage the main body. Look, I accidentally dropped it on the ground. I don't know which kind-hearted person it was."

"Hmph! That's enough! You bastards! Get out of here!"

The guy sitting opposite the big dining table snorted coldly, wiped the blood off his head with a tablecloth, and knocked on the table, expelling a group of guys who were similar in size but dressed differently and were feasting around the table, making the originally lively dining scene become deserted.

When only he and Murphy were left, the guy who hid himself in the light to cover up his embarrassment complained:

"That's you, kid!

You saved my life back then, otherwise how could I have spoiled you?
If anyone else dares to do this to me, just wait and see how my two crazy women will deal with you. They won't be satisfied until they scratch your handsome face.

but"

The Creator in the aperture paused. In this small but warmly decorated retro-style box, with the melodious music played by the record player next to it, He said softly:

"Don't you want to think about it again?

You see, we are really short of people here.

I'm not bragging, our organization is very promising, currently in the organization there are me and my funny family members who are in charge of logistics, there are dirty sailors who specialize in rescuing people in the Void Quadrant, there are big guys on the magic side who are in charge of providing technical support, and there are cold-faced five-star killers who specialize in killing people.

Finally, there is a boss who doesn't care about anything and plays cards to win money all day, and there is a blind non-staff member who is immersed in literary and artistic creation.

As long as you are willing to join, we will give you the position of 'Brotherhood Operations Officer' in a minute, letting you take charge of the situation. Regardless of your work ability, your work attitude is still worthy of recognition."

"No, I had already made the decision before I came here. You know, the reason I had to come here, besides to give you a bottle of vent, was more to say goodbye to you in person.

This kind of thing always requires a sense of ceremony.”

Murphy picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of beef into his mouth. He waved his hand and said:

“At the beginning of my journey, I actually wanted to complete the work you asked me to do and then go out into the wider world to broaden my horizons. But when my story was about to end, I found that compared to the wind and rain outside, it was more in line with my personality to stay in the small world that belonged to me.

As you said, there are still many things worth seeing and exploring there.

A guardian is also needed there. I don't feel comfortable when other people do it, and I don't like the feeling of being taken advantage of. Most importantly, I know that this matter is not over yet!
Especially after I drank the truth.

When I learned the true situation of the world on the other side, I realized that the world you left behind is not simple. Now that we are at this point, let me ask another question. "

The vampire put down his chopsticks and looked at the guy opposite him who was hiding himself in the light circle and refused to show his true face. He crossed his hands and propped up his chin like a certain commander and asked:
"What is going on in that world over there? In the vision brought by the Wine of Truth, I saw you and others sprinkle some light spots on that planet. What do those light spots represent?"

"That's you, silly boy."

The Creator in the Light laughed.

For a moment, it seemed that He had retracted the halo and revealed His true appearance, but before Murphy could take a closer look, the damn "holy light" blocked it again.

With the Creator's laughter, He revealed all this to Murphy, and with a wave of His finger, the dining table in front of Him turned into a rotating star map.

He tapped his finger on it to locate the position of the planet Transia, and on the other side of the star map, in the invisible universe, he pointed out the area where the alien world was located. There were many special structures overlapping between the two that were difficult to describe in simple language.

"Ling Ke should have told you that you are not the only one who has grown up in the mirror system of this universe, Murphy. There are many compatriots like you who are experiencing the same thing. It is not just our 'Creators' who throw you into the Colosseum out of boredom.

It’s out of some practical need.”

The Creator picked up some food for Murphy and patiently explained:
"We come from the same hometown, which you have already confirmed. After we passed through the barrier called the 'World Wall', we entered this boundless universe system. Some people call it the 'multiverse', some call it the 'Ten Thousand Heavens', and some call it the 'Infinite Dimensions'. They all mean the same thing.

All kinds of bizarre things, both imaginable and unimaginable, happen in this system every day.

However, our compatriots are not all lucky enough to have the same cared-for start as you and I. Before our small organization appeared, many "homeless people" who accidentally crossed over were left without rescue, and their last consciousness was exhausted in the void quadrant, becoming the remnants in the cracks of the entire multiverse.

Our boss accidentally discovered this problem on the way to a gambling game. He has many faults, but his loyalty is indeed an impeccable virtue.

He took action once he realized the problem.

He would find those fellow villagers who were in trouble in the Void Quadrant, and then find them a different world to let them start a second life. Other members, including me, were "rescued" by him in this way.

This is also the most important task and work of our organization. However, as more and more fellow villagers are rescued, especially after that annoying old sailor and his equally annoying ship that can sail in the void quadrant joined, it is impossible for us to arrange everything.

There are more and more souls of fellow villagers piling up in my hands, and this thing also has a "shelf life". If I don't arrange for their rebirth as soon as possible before they become inactive, something bad will happen.

Coincidentally, at the end of my story, I picked up this unclaimed planet, and after discussing it with others, we decided to start a new project. "

The Creator snapped his fingers and said:

"We put the most energetic and promising fellow countrymen in Transia, and created a mirror image of the world for you to plan your track. Although it sounds like raising poisonous insects, it is actually just a very efficient selection.

In your words, it is about finding a guardian for this expanding universe system.

As for the world across from you.
You guessed wrong, that world was not created by me.

Rather, it was a public property after a special project that was in charge of by two former companions of my colleague 'Raven' was completed. I eventually took over and placed those less outstanding fellow villagers in it.

Then, through the interaction between the two worlds, we will guide our fellow villagers to have a life experience beyond reality.

If you still don't understand, let me explain it more briefly.

These two worlds are a 'binary system', Murphy.

Although there are many dimensions between them, their destinies have indeed been bound together at the moment of creation. In this round of selection, your timeline is the best example of how to handle the relationship between the two sides. Keep going and let the destinies of the two worlds move forward with mutual assistance. "

"and many more!"

Murphy raised his hand like a primary school student listening to a lecture, and asked in confusion:
"Is your work efficiency so high? How long have you existed to be able to retrieve billions of fellow villagers from the Void Quadrant? And what is going on with the Chaos Force? If the two worlds belong to different dimensions or universes, why did Chaos infiltrate there?"

"Uh, you misunderstood."

The Creator shrugged and said:

"The number of fellow villagers we personally fished out was not exaggerated to the level of billions. There were only some small cracks in the world gate, which would not lead to such a huge amount of real information data leakage. I initially just put the souls of our fellow villagers in that world, and then "slightly" accelerated time and went about my business.

Then when I came back and remembered, guess what?
Those guys actually managed to reach their current size through reproduction.

Well, we fellow villagers can’t say anything else, but our reproductive ability is definitely top-notch. Of course, this is also related to the fact that the scale of my acceleration time is too large.

After all, even if there was only an initial gene pool of a thousand people, it would have been enough to multiply to its current size over tens of thousands of years of worry-free time.

But this is definitely not a work error!"

The way he explained it seriously was just like those scientists who accidentally made a big mistake but still insisted on being stubborn.

Perhaps seeing the teasing in Murphy's eyes, the Creator coughed twice and changed the subject:

"Especially after I activated the emergency reality rewrite and reshaped the astral memory, you can basically regard that place as a '1:1 replica' of our real hometown. The details are very well repaired and there is no problem at all.

As for the invasion of chaos.
This is indeed a problem.

Perhaps it was an emergency caused by the leakage of the closed sample of the universe system. I have made an emergency correction and wanted to solve this problem myself, but since you have decided to return to the universe system to become a guardian, then I will leave this matter to you. After all, as the actual owner of the entropy converter, it is your responsibility to balance the conflict between order and chaos.

Anything else you want to ask?"

"Gone."

Murphy stood up, his doubts answered.

In the halo of the star map spinning around him, he said to the Creator in front of him:

"I am willing to take over what this growing universe will face next. I also know that you sincerely invite me to join your organization, which sounds very happy, but unfortunately, before I met you, on my journey, I had already found my home.
You guys are great here, but"

"It's okay, and there's no need to feel sorry, Murphy."

The Creator is quite open-minded.

He stood up, patted Murphy on the shoulder, and said:

"You will always be one of us. Even if you work in a different unit, it is all for the betterment of our poor fellow villagers. After all, the world system you are in will definitely become a place for fellow villagers to spend their 'second life' in the future. We regard it as the 'kindergarten' of our organization.

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Can you understand what I mean?

An organization needs to develop, it has enemies, and it needs a constant supply of fresh blood. In this case, selecting outstanding members from among the fellow villagers is also a very important link.

Therefore, I hereby use the power granted to me by the Shadow Brotherhood to formally appoint you as the director of the Shadow Kindergarten! The fellow villagers who successfully "graduated" from the universe system you manage will face the same choice as you at the end of the story.

They can stay there and contribute to the war between Order and Chaos, or they can leave their cradles and follow us into the wider world.

We are not some evil fascist organization. What we are talking about is a two-way choice and free distribution.

One more thing, Murphy."

The Creator approached him and whispered:

“Your story is different from our story!

Your life is different from ours, just like two different tracks. They may intersect occasionally, but most of the time they are clearly separated.

This may be an attempt of a higher consciousness, just like the pioneering road you are walking on, to take brave steps into areas that have never been explored, to leave your own footprints in places that our predecessors have not been to, to continuously explore the known into the unknown, and ultimately form a future that is completely different from the past.

We, on the other hand, belong to the 'Old Gods'.

Although you are not the first member of the 'New God', you are indeed the best performing one in this camp.

Keep going.

Keep on shining in this world that already belongs to you, and until the next time we meet, be sure to bring me more wonderful stories.

If you don't join us, I can't introduce the Oneiroi to you.

But I believe that your story must be recorded in that guy's library.

Now, you should leave. The time scale here is different from that in the universe. If you stay here any longer, your wives will probably get anxious."

"Okay, thank you for your generosity and for clarifying my doubts."

Murphy let out a long sigh and waved goodbye to the Creator. However, when he returned to the door, he turned around and asked:

"This is my first time as a creator, so, do you have any advice for me, senior?"

"Who hasn't had a first time? Who hasn't screwed up before?"

The Creator complained, and then said:
"My biggest experience in this line of work is that when you mess up, you should call in the right people, and don't insist on solving the problem yourself. But you've always been very talented in calling in people, so I won't say much.

There are other suggestions, too.

Murphy, you represent the beginning of the world system.

But a healthy universe cannot have only a beginning. A complete sacred timeline must have at least two locations, a beginning and an end, in order to connect into a timeline that runs through the universe. So if you are not busy, remember to find the 'end'.

"Is that one of ours too?"

Murphy asked, and the Creator nodded, gave a thumbs up and said:

“I really like the word ‘we’.

The universe system you control is the private property of our brotherhood, and outsiders cannot enter. However, among the fellow villagers who are thrown into this system, who will become the 'end' is something that I and others cannot predict. After all, the sacred timeline of this universe has not yet taken shape.

All developments are possible, and the future is uncertain. I adopted 'true randomness' when setting the scale for the universe system, so even I don't know what the 'end point' is. Maybe it's a person like you, or maybe it's some other weird thing.

In short, that guy, like the 'pioneering' you are walking on, is more of a symbol of destiny.

Go find that guy!

Only the 'beginning' and the 'end' work together to keep this sea of ​​stars in order.

Although it's a bit exaggerated, the future of the organization is in your hands. It just so happens that after the fellow villagers' problems are resolved, we old guys will also start doing another serious thing. "

"Ok?"

Murphy asked:

"From your tone, it seems like you are going to do something big and powerful."

"Ah, it's not as exaggerated as you think. I'm just going to find someone."

The Creator waved his hand and said:

"He's been gone for too long, we have to find him. Without him, the moral bottom line of our organization will fall through the earth. Once we find him, the real adventure will begin. We want to find a way home.

Ha, don't make such an exaggerated expression, Murphy.

The boss has been back once before. It’s not as difficult as you think. Once we have any news, we will inform you, my fellow villager, as soon as possible.

Go ahead.

Become a hard-working cog in this organization and we'll have your back.

Finally, my name is Mason, and each of us is Mason."

"Okay, [DATA EXPUNGED], I've got that."

Murphy grinned, and at this teasing that made the Creator laugh out loud, he opened the door and took a last look at the Creator's "reception hall" behind him.

The "Mason Family" who had just been expelled had returned here and were gathering together to wave goodbye to Murphy. One of them even threw a uniquely shaped small bag to Murphy.

It is just like a “big red envelope” given by elders to younger generations.

Murphy did not refuse the kindness that was offered to him. He took the red envelope and waved his hand without looking back. Then, with a group of guys whistling in farewell behind him, he returned to the light curtain in a cool and calm manner.

It's nice there, but it's not home.

He has fought the good fight, done his duty, and has a crown of righteousness laid up for him. It is time for him to go home.

Hopefully, Trish isn't in a hurry.

Hopefully she hasn't dismantled the Scarlet Dawn yet, well, that ship would be expensive to fix.

(End of this chapter)