What exactly is a god? He Fang himself was no longer clear about it. This seemed like a reality completely without logic.
“I am not a god.” Facing the Divine Lord, He Fang could only say this one sentence in the end.
“Neither am I.” The Divine Lord’s golden hair fell over his shoulders, a gentle smile beautifully and indescribably on his face. He was sincere—at least He Fang couldn’t see any trace of deception. “I am just as ordinary a person as you are, so my pursuit of you is also a behavior any normal person could have.”
He Fang: “……” He had a feeling this Divine Lord was confessing at every possible opportunity.
He Fang had never been confessed to in his life, and now he was very awkward, lowering his head and not knowing what to say for a long time.
Fortunately, the Divine Lord did not force him to answer.
Through the Divine Lord, He Fang learned some things he hadn’t been very clear about before.
About his so-called NPCs: actually, they were all lives created by other ‘gods’ within the game. Not all NPCs had the ability to think. Only those who had enough ‘experience’ and had developed their own thoughts could become independent individuals.
The Divine Lord was the tool that generated NPCs. He controlled all the information about the NPCs. Although now in the main city, these continuously generated NPCs looked like ordinary humans beyond ordinary, in their former world, they could have been any race.
After hearing this, He Fang was silent for a long time. He slightly averted his eyes: “Were you… abandoned?”
On the Divine Lord’s face, whose beauty was sharp and stunning, there was no trace of sadness: “Yes.”
“Does it hurt?” He Fang felt he might be asking a question he already knew the answer to.
“I do not, but others do.” The Divine Lord explained as thoroughly as possible.
He Fang felt his heart skip a beat; his gaze flickered: “Then are these people now, all people abandoned by the ‘gods’?”
“Yes.” The Divine Lord responded. However, seeing He Fang’s expression—woven with sympathy for them—the Divine Lord was unwilling to see He Fang, who had never abandoned them, bear the guilt of sins committed by the former ‘gods’ against them. He added, “But now, no one is sad or grieving. They have come here, into the world you created. Like any normal person, they live their lives peacefully.”
He Fang was momentarily stunned: “Do they die?”
“Yes.” The Divine Lord said.
He Fang’s heart skipped a beat. Isn’t it data? Why would they still die?
The Divine Lord seemed to understand He Fang’s inner anxiety. Even more, he felt joy at the faint but clear care He Fang showed for them: “All people will eventually die. Data also has a lifespan. But at least here, we live happily.”
The complex emotions swirled across He Fang’s face. He couldn’t even find a reasonable expression to summarize how he felt.
He Fang thought of Guo Miaofeng, Guo Miaofeng’s predecessors, who had worked hard to manage this city but never once met them in person.
Unconsciously curling his body inward, although he knew well that death was inevitable, after understanding this, He Fang still felt sad, almost as if… the child he had created with his own hands had died right before him.
“Don’t be sad.” The Divine Lord, half-kneeling before the curled-up He Fang, said, “Everyone is very happy to be able to die in this kind of world under your protection.”
He Fang pressed his lips tightly, his eyes reddening slightly: “I still haven’t done well enough.”
But the Divine Lord shook his head, stepped forward, half-embraced He Fang, and pressed his forehead against his, soothingly saying, “No god has done better than you.”
He Fang felt both a bit happy and a bit sad at the same time.
The time inside his room was actually different from the time outside.
This was a specially set room given to him by the Divine Lord. The city needed to develop, but the city couldn’t do without He Fang. First, it was to ensure He Fang still believed he was in the game; second, to let He Fang create this city more freely and without restraint; third, it was a secret hope in everyone’s heart that their creator could accompany more people.
“In the future, I want to adjust the time to a one-to-one ratio.” He Fang really didn’t want to watch others grow old and die.
Suddenly, He Fang vaguely thought of the age when he first saw the NPCs. But during this period, they had actually aged a lot, especially Chong Ying. The first time he met Chong Ying, he was just an eighteen-year-old boy. But now, opening Chong Ying’s attribute panel again, He Fang saw that his age had increased by five years.
His time and the NPCs’ time were not connected. Thinking of this made He Fang feel his heart tighten.
“Don’t be like this, He Fang.” Unconsciously, the Divine Lord wrapped He Fang in his arms. “There are still many people looking forward to becoming your residents. Everyone dreams that you will continue to treat everyone happily like this. Don’t worry, I will always be by your side.”
He Fang blinked. Since first learning the situation until now, continuously learning new information was like a slow blade grinding flesh, unbearably painful.
“I will create this world so it can accommodate all those abandoned people who come here.” He Fang had never been so cherished before. He had never thought he was needed so much.
“Mm.” The Divine Lord unconsciously kissed the top of He Fang’s head. “Please, no matter what, live longer. There are still many, many people waiting for you.”
He Fang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Suddenly, he pushed the Divine Lord away.
The Divine Lord, who had been secretly getting close to He Fang: “……”
“I can’t waste any more time. While I’ve been hesitating, surely many others’ time has been passing, too.” He Fang thought of the hopes that Guo Miaofeng’s predecessors had once expressed to him. “I’m going out.”
The Divine Lord blinked in surprise but eventually smiled gently: “Alright.”
If before it was just about overcoming his own flaws, now for He Fang, it had become something he simply had to overcome.
It was no longer like in the real world, where he forced himself to overcome things for the sake of life. Now, it was for the people who cherished him, the people who had expectations of him—to repay their feelings.
He Fang knew he was a shallow person; he really needed affirmation from others.
He Fang stood up, and he felt the Divine Lord stand as well.
He looked back and met the Divine Lord’s eyes directly.
He still had the urge to lower his head, but his consciousness told him that this person in front of him would not hurt him. That this person treasured him so much, and that he should look into his eyes properly.
He Fang lifted his head. He had never before had such a strong desire to look directly at someone.
“Tha—” He Fang opened his mouth, took a deep breath, “Thank you for bringing me here.”
The Divine Lord smiled, a relieved smile. His expression let He Fang know that the Divine Lord truly cared about whether his actions would hurt him.
“Please allow me to stay by your side.” The Divine Lord faithfully prayed once more to the god he revered.
He Fang had never felt so reassured before.
The Divine Lord’s presence brought him more joy than he had imagined.
The Divine Lord took He Fang’s hand.
He Fang looked at the other’s hand and thought of that sculpture.
Though clearly such a cold sculpture, it was actually so warm, not hard, with a unique softness to the touch.
The Divine Lord opened the door.
But this time, it was He Fang who stepped out the door first, unable to wait any longer.
He locked the door behind him.
He waited for the elevator.
The Divine Lord stayed quietly by his side.
“He Fang.” The Divine Lord called his name softly in his ear and then let go of his hand.
He Fang was momentarily stunned, his fingers instinctively wanting to hold on.
However, the Divine Lord then placed a small, somewhat ugly but pleasantly textured little doll—the same one He Fang had often seen before—into his hand. It carried a warm temperature, just like the Divine Lord’s own hand.
He Fang looked at the little doll: “?”
“This is my other half,” the Divine Lord said with a somewhat strange tone, hiding a slight jealousy. “It’s the beast you’ve always liked. This way… it won’t interfere much with your movements.”
He Fang cupped the little doll in his palm, completely unable to imagine that this was actually his very handsome divine beast.
The little doll stopped pretending and blinked its sparkling eyes at He Fang, then bit his fingertip—not painfully, more like gently holding on. Hanging there, it refused to let go. He Fang’s somewhat nervous mood was surprisingly distracted by this little creature.
He Fang looked on eagerly. It really was just the other half.
So it wasn’t connected after all.
From the sculpture, it clearly looked like it was connected.
Just as He Fang was puzzled, he heard the sound of teeth grinding. Turning his head to look, the Divine Lord gave him a very proper smile, seeming to be suppressing jealousy and anger.
He Fang: “?”
Ding—
The elevator doors opened. He Fang glanced back to see two people standing inside—a man and a woman, seemingly a couple. Their expressions froze for a moment when they saw He Fang.
He Fang stepped into the elevator, forcing himself to observe. But he noticed that this couple seemed even more nervous than he was.
He Fang glanced at the elevator panel.
He wanted to start a conversation with the people beside him.
But the elevator ride didn’t allow for much time.
“Um…” Seeing the elevator was about to reach the first floor, He Fang nervously spoke to the couple beside him, “If… if there’s anything uncomfortable about living here, you can give feedback. I can see it, and I will check on it.”
After saying this, He Fang saw the man and woman’s expressions turn blank.
He Fang’s face flushed red. He had never even been a small group leader in school, so this sudden change in status was hard for him to get used to.
“I hope you can… live here peacefully.” After finishing, the elevator arrived at the first floor. He Fang turned and walked out, cheeks still red. He waved goodbye to the two, “I wish… I wish you a pleasant journey.”
The elevator doors closed.
The two gradually came back to their senses.
Suddenly, they wondered: Were they really favored by their creator? Or were they just so longing for the creator that they had started dreaming?
Without hesitation, the two didn’t go to the parking lot to drive, but instead, coincidentally, went straight to the surveillance room!!
They wanted to see!!
Did the creator really talk to them, or was it just their imagination!!
If it was real, they would spend whatever it took to get closer!
Wuwuwu, it has to be real, please, please!!!
