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In a small dark-lit room sat a being of great power.

Able to create life and destroy it with a few waves of his fingers.

Yes, the very same one that appeared in chapter 51.

With all the cool descriptions used then still.

One that had created the world.

One that would maintain it.

One that would see it to its completion.

At least that was his goal.

A goal self-imposed.

A task worthy of his commitment.

In his eyes at least.

For once, he stood in front of his creation tool.

Knowing exactly what he wanted to convey.

However, not knowing the best way to.

For his current emotions were a complex mess.

He had a lot he wanted to tell the devourers.

That is how he jokingly called them.

For they were similar to the old him.

He could relate to them.

No matter how busy he became.

He would remember himself being just like them.

They would revel in his creation.

Come back to share the happiness and the misfortunes.

Whether laughing or crying, they would be there.

Pushing him to continue.

No matter what.

A testament to his efforts.

Creating a universe turned out to take lots of it.

Every time he would see a familiar devourer, he would feel touched.

Every time a newcomer came, he would rejoice too.

Every emotion magnified.

This whole creation of his started on a whim.

But It quickly became way more.

The more time he spent creating the more attached he became.

To his creation, but especially to the ones that would enjoy it.

They somehow felt like a family.

Of course, he would never put that into words.

For it would be way too cheesy.

He couldn't tell them that with every of their appearance…

…A smile would blossom on his face.

That too would be too cheesy.

Today he had a difficult announcement too.

One so hard, yet so simple.

One that stemmed from a profound dilemma.

One that he himself took a long time to resolve.

He wanted to share his creation with the world.

To bring joy to everyone.

He envisioned something insane.

A world constantly evolving.

Extremely complex, yet simple.

Entertaining yet touching.

A world that would start from nothing.

Yet one that would end up a masterpiece.

At least such was his vision.

A vision big enough to scare even himself.

A vision he wanted to share freely with everyone.

One that he would like as accessible as possible.

To make sure each of the devourers could have a great experience.

He wanted to bring them joy.

As simple as that.

He wanted to build something amazing.

Alongside them.

A journey greater than the goal.

However, there was an issue.

The journey he envisaged long.

One that required true commitment.

For otherwise he would run out of lifespan.

Die of old age before the end.

Yes, even considering how young he was.

One filled with obstacles.

Bills, rent, groceries, internet.

The outside world intruding.

Or at least it would.

Inevitably.

He was no fool.

He was something worse.

A dreamer.

An insane one at that.

One that dared dream big.

Ah, but not a reckless one.

One that always had a plan B.

But he dreaded to have to use it.

For it would mean the end of the dream.

He had so much he wanted to convey.

How much this all meant to him.

How wonderful of an experience.

How much he loved it all.

The struggles that came with it.

The loneliness that came with the process.

Loneliness melted by the devourers.

The constant self-improvement.

The feelings too.

The joy, the sorrow.

As he created, he would feel it all.

Vividly, too vividly.

Not as an external observer.

No as a participant.

It even affected his work.

When he saw little Bai get killed...

He knew how great of tragedy gold it was.

He knew how much of a lasting effect it would have.

How everyone would come to remember the slime master fondly.

He knew he had to kill him.

He deeply knew it at his core.

He cried as he saw it happen.

He realized how cheesy a sudden reversal would seem.

He understood all that logically.

And yet he still chose to save him.

Little Bai still lived.

He couldn't bring himself to do the deed.

Told himself…maybe the next character.

Excuses perhaps, but a decision he wouldn't regret.

For as simple as a character was…

..It felt true to him.

The insanity of a creator coming to love his creation.

More than he should.

Way more than he should.

Knowing that a line should be drawn.

Yet choosing to pursue the same path.

For if he didn't himself truly love his creation...

How was he to expect others to do the same?

He would joke around a lot.

Being one of the first to admit his shortcomings.

But the truth is that behind the sarcasm and the humor...

He truly loved his creation and his readers.

Yet he would lose a few.

For he had resolved himself to go premium.

He saw it as a necessary evil.

All to be able to keep dreaming.

In a painfully materialistic world.

The only way it would work long-term.

Hoping for the best.

Hoping for the devourers' support.

Because without them he was nothing.

Only a fool typing away all day long.

What is the point of creating a world?

If it remains dead.

Sometimes watching the devourers…

Was even more fun than the world itself.

That is a goal he wanted to see happen.

An amazing community.

One that would stick together.

Was it possible?

He dared to dream.

He dared to imagine it.

From what was already there.

To what would be in the future.

So to the devourers, there was a lot he wanted to say.

But he would simply say this:

"Thank you!" And…. "I fucking love you guys!"

Even if it was cheesy as hell.

At that point he just wanted them to know.

No matter what...

"Thank you for joining the sect!"

"This journey is truly beginning!"