[Because you two were just fighting each other.]

So, you're a bit numb.

[Coincidentally, Balala is a little numb.]

You are the kind of person deep inside.

She is the kind that resides deep within the physical body.

"No way, this can't be right, how could this be..."

The shock was so intense that you even started talking nonsense.

"This isn't an illusion," she kindly explained, seeing right through your thoughts.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"How do I get out?"

"Hmph, then I'll go out!"

You've left.

"What exactly do you mean?"

You stare at the woman in front of you, your heart filled with a profound sense of unease.

The reason you didn't recognize her isn't because so much time has passed and you've long forgotten what she looked like, but because she doesn't resemble her appearance from trillions of years ago.

She... has always changed according to the best aesthetic sense that resonates deep within your heart.

Trillions of years have passed; your aesthetic sense has changed drastically since then.

Although I still like pretty people, not all pretty people are the same.

Countless thoughts flashed through your mind, but you felt no fear about her arrival. In fact, you had long anticipated this day; one could even say you had been waiting for her all along.

[At most, it was her entrance that surprised you a bit...]

Because you had prepared in advance, you didn't even bother with layers of protection (mainly because it's too troublesome to do that every time you have a premonition), and instead openly revealed all your memories.

If she has no intention of harming you, then shake hands and make peace; you will then receive assistance from her.

If it's all just a conspiracy by her... then choose to believe the simulator's narration!

[Believe in the omnipotent narrator, and believe in the narrator grandpa who has been silently helping you all this time!]

[Barlala: "..."]

Sure enough, she knew that her "present timeline" was still in the future.

[It's still a simulator, and it even has the almighty narration function... That narration even exposes the scandal of her first abuse of power, things that should only be known to her!]

Fortunately, she didn't try anything funny after that, didn't try to lure out your true form, and instead abandoned her plan halfway through.

It's not too late!

"I hope my inner scheming won't be recorded by that simulator's narration," Balala thought to herself. "It's unlikely to be that coincidental; sometimes billions of years are glossed over in just one line."

Yun Shou: "Hehe."

She underestimated the power of narration.

[You have begun a formal exchange with the Information Lord before you.]

As mentioned above, you neither erased your memories of the foreseen future nor prepared a doll for post-mortem examination.

[You were already preparing to cooperate with Balala countless trillions of years ago.]

[But because you're afraid she'll deceive and harm you, afraid that she'll disregard the real person behind the simulator who might have witnessed everything, and still insist on killing you and seizing your power in the "future," you've been hesitating.]

[Your idea is: the longer you can stall, the better. Even if she plants a backup plan inside your body afterward, the longer you drag it out, the more options your true form will have.]

[And so you just kept dragging it on, waiting for her to come to you.]

Now that she has arrived in the future, you choose to begin your cooperation.

A mischievous thought arises in your mind, and you prepare to snap your fingers and return to reality.

[You are preparing to return your current state and displacement to reality.]

Just as you were getting carried away with your thoughts, Balala glanced at you silently. This tactic... had no effect on her.

She already left a backup of her memories in your mind.

"Returning to one's true self!"

You blinked and looked at the woman in front of you.

Balala froze, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"You, you..."

She seemed somewhat annoyed.

A slight sense of smugness rose within you, a feeling that you had successfully exacted your revenge.

"I think you're being made a fool of by her."

"After wasting trillions of years, the Fourteenth generation has a brain that has been unused for so long... it's already rusted and covered in dust."

"This is clearly her making fun of herself to give you psychological satisfaction, thereby offsetting the grudge from when she was hunted down and brainwashed..."

"Sigh, they couldn't even see through such an obvious trick. Where did that Zhi Sisi go?"

"Your mind is filled with that kind of thing now, isn't it?"

"Wine is a poison that burns through the intestines, and lust is a steel knife that scrapes the bones."

"This is an age-old truth, which is why I never drink alcohol."

As the saying goes, a battle can erase all enmity; after this day, Fellow Daoist Information joined the friendly forces.

"Will there really only be one war, and only one day?"

You two have had your share of love-hate relationships.

What happened next was quite simple.

With Balala's help, you no longer need to worry about replicating the remaining principles.

She presented you with all the millions of Dao principles you lacked, so you didn't need to go looking for those other monopoly leaders.

Unfortunately, you still need to replicate these principles little by little.

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