Low Dimensional Game

Within the highest divine palace in the Floating-space City of The Capital of God.

Inside the temple, there was a huge blue-colored sphere of light. It was Maria’s World. One could see many tiny nodes and features in it. Similarly, one could also see the model of the World Tree inside the sphere of light, which sustained and supported the entire world. The model of the World Tree had expanded to its limit and enveloped the entirety of Maria’s World. Its branches and leaves had grown to fill every corner of its interior.

Lu Zhiyu was standing under the sphere of light wearing a peculiar white robe. It looked like a single piece of white cloth wrapped around him. He stood barefoot on the floor. Lu Zhiyu was very relaxed in the attire.

There was only one person in the huge divine palace. It was empty enough to cause ordinary people to feel lonely and cold, but Lu Zhiyu had long been accustomed to. He was also used to his identity as a Creator and God, and he no longer had the shame he felt in the early days when he thought of himself as a god.

In last few years, Lu Zhiyu had been full of doubt. As the Creator, he could feel that the final step of the upgrading plan of the world, perfecting of the Divine System and the emergence of the last god, would be a hard nut to crack.

According to the deduction drawn from Lu Zhiyu from the model of the World Tree, the last god, the God of Fate, would be in charge of fate, but Lu Zhiyu’s deductions had been stalled from that point onward.

“God of Fate, what a joke!”

“Can fate really be controlled? So does it mean that the future is unchanged and everything is predestined? In this way, the power of the God of Fate will surpass that of the Creator.”

“If it’s a fully sealed up world, it’s possible, like a game which had the beginning and the end set up. Everyone is struggling in a so-called long river of time and with their destiny, but Maria’s World is an open world with infinite potential and future! Communication with the outside world will cause a change every time and anywhere. Everyone is subject to the vibration of the butterfly’s wings because they trigger a chain reaction.”

Of course, the complete world model had sixteen gods who controlled all the material, energy, space, time, souls, and desires of the whole world. The rules of the Divine System penetrated into the slightest places without leaving any dead space. The final God of Fate would weave the web of fate. The line of fate controlled the destiny of all living beings and all things in the world.

The whole world would be like a stage play that had been completely arranged, and the Divine System would then be thoroughly perfected. It would be a Divine World with stringent guidelines and without any loopholes.

“There’s another way. Could I degrade the God of Fate into the God of Prognosis and Future? That sounds good. A world without any loopholes will also lose its potential in the future, which is not what I want!”

Lu Zhiyu then confirmed and acknowledged the last god. As for the candidate for the last god, they had already been selected. Not now, but more than a thousand years before, it had been determined, and it was possible, perhaps, that even before the ancient times, the god had already been unconsciously chosen by Lu Zhiyu!

Lu Zhiyu stepped out of the temple and entered a floor below the Witchcraft Garden. Eva was sprinkling holy water on a tree covered with bright-colored fruits.

“Eva! I’m leaving!” As soon as Lu Zhiyu appeared, Eva immediately turned around.

“Where are you going? Master!” Eva held up the Holy Seal Silver Vessel which she used to sprinkle water. There were two eyes on the Holy Seal Silver Vessel. The nozzle nose looked like an elephant’s nose at a quick glance. It was an alchemic being, and its shape was lovely.

“Maria’s World!” After Lu Zhiyu spoke, he shuttled through the dimensional door and disappeared from The Capital of God.

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After the collapse of the Pusuote Empire, the original Batko region, the Northern part of Tuten and the Eastern part of the exotic region occupied by the Pusuote Empire declared independence one after another. The collapse of the powerful Pusuote Empire whose territory had spanned over most of the Alen Continent had brought about the disappearance of peace and the emergence of war.

In the latter period, many people attempted to revive the power and prosperity of the Pusuote Empire but they never succeeded. No one could revive the territory of the Batko Empire or unify the Batko region.

With the advent of the Magic Crystal Era, that area was still a symbol of war and chaos. The faith in the Temple of Sky was still flourishing, but the spokesperson of God had changed continuously.

In the Western Batko region, however, a new faith had gradually emerged, which was quite normal in Maria’s World. There were always a few powerful saints who managed to acquire some of the incomplete World Tree Model Template and found ways to become gods. People were always eager to try and become the next god, but most of them had very tragic ends.

Because most of them died in the process of igniting the divine fire, some of them burned themselves to death. Some of them ignited the divine fire in an attempt to condense their divinity. However, they would soon realize that the position had already been occupied when they were punished and destroyed by the gods whose toes they had stepped on. Of course, there were a few lucky people who were chosen by God to supplement the Divine System and expand the divinity, and thereby became the True God’s Side-God.

Most of the believers in that new faith were ordinary people and poor people in the western region. They believed in Goddess of Fate and they were led by a teenage girl who they called the Daughter of Fate.

In the Sea of Death of the Great Kafra Desert.

Several Steam Alchemy Trucks went through the desert. All of the Steam Alchemy Trucks had been remodified. The original trunks had been dismantled and converted into steam locomotives capable of transporting people.

A chimney was hoisted on the front of the truck. When the truck was running, boiling steam would pop out from it. Most of the trucks looked old and worn. The coat of paint on the fronts of the trucks had worn off. Some of the steel rings were rusted, and there were even patches on top of the tarpaulin of the trunk.

The desert road was extremely uneven and the trucks would bump up and down. The people riding in them were all people from Batko with the typical features of the Batko region.

The Sea of Death had been called the Sea of Death for more than 1,000 years, but since mankind had conquered the sky, the earth, and even the bitwall, the Sea of Death was no longer a place where death happened.

The professionals of the Temple of Sky historically weren’t good at forestry or the irrigation of rivers. With the advent of the Magic Crystal Era, although the original barren Batko area gradually became rich and fertile and the rivers broadened, the Sea of Death remained as it was.

A convoy drove into a small oasis in the desert with small houses, dilapidated wooden shacks, and temporary tents. To the southwest of the oasis there was a Jujube Forest that protected the oasis from being hit by sandstorms. There were steam locomotives, old hot-air balloon airships, and Alchemy Sand Dredges in the oasis, which could sail in the sea of sand.

With the arrival of the convoy, all the people in the oasis rushed out excitedly. A few hundred people all seemed to be waiting for the arrival of someone. When the passengers arrived, from a truck in the middle of the convoy, a strong male professional in a long black robe alighted and knelt on the ground, then several Batko women with headscarves and veils emerged with a young girl.

Dressed in a black cloak with black thin chiffon masking her face, the girl had short dark wavy hair and stunning eyes. The most attractive thing was her irises which were blue, but not the usual kind of blue. They were light blue, closer to green, and were as transparent as the sky. It was a pair of eyes that could reflect everyone’s inner self.

Everyone in the oasis knelt down and shouted the name of the young girl in the language of Batko as if it was the holy name of a god. It was as if they believed in the absolute supremacy of this young girl.

“Natasha, the magnificent Daughter of Fate!” A young man whose lips were dried up and cracked because of lack of water shouted her name enthusiastically.

“Daughter of Fate, Natasha!”

“All hail the Goddess of Fate!”

Crowds of men and women followed the girl and screamed hysterically. As the young girl’s feet touched the sandy land, a miracle happened. Green buds grew little by little throughout the land, and the little green buds turned into lawns and quickly proliferated and spread everywhere.

Flowers grew among the grass and young saplings emerged from the ground. In the blink of an eye, they grew into big trees, while the mouth of a fresh spring emerged under the girl’s feet and gradually formed a lake. In that way, the girl stepped on the surface of the water and slowly entered the oasis.

That magical scene had driven the followers of the Goddess of Fate crazy. They kowtowed and shouted the name of Daughter of Fate, Natasha. That was the typical level of enthusiasm the people had for the Goddess of Fate, so the secret arrival of the young girl, the legendary Daughter of Fate, Natasha, had caused an uproar.

With the arrival of Natasha, the Daughter of Fate, the oasis continued to expand and more and more Batko people arrived and gathered there. In the barren Sea of Death of the Great Kafra Desert, the establishment of a magical Desert City had begun.

Legend had it that this was a city that could only be found by the believers in the Goddess of Fate. It was hidden in the deepest part of the Sea of Death. It was absolutely impossible for outsiders to find or see. Everyone who arrived there believed that they were guided by fate.

Legend had it that if they arrived at the city, they could see the great Daughter of Fate, accept her enlightenment, and see their future and the trajectory of their destiny. Hence, people in Batko called the city the Enlightenment City.