[Hmm... So even so, do you still think you have a chance to turn things around?]
A chat box suddenly appeared in front of Viktor.
He crossed one leg, sat gracefully in the chair, leaned back, and calmly gazed at the huge virtual screen in front of him.
On the screen, a live view of the original world is playing out.
The dense poisonous fog and fierce fire that raged across the sky intertwined and separated, plunging the boundless heavens into chaos.
Moreover, in mid-air, a bluish-green smoke billowed from the body of a half-human, half-corpse woman.
The smoke, like the arm of death, gradually spread throughout the world.
The chill of death and the blue mist enveloped the air, obscuring the thick, writhing darkness.
Vega seemed to be affected by this bone-chilling cold as well.
His body, which had blended seamlessly with the dark sky, gradually stiffened, and his power could not be flexibly mobilized under this oppressive force.
Through the darkness, in the distance, a magnificent fiery tree soared into the sky, as if igniting most of the heavens.
The original sacred tree had been consumed by flames; every inch of its trunk had turned into crimson charcoal.
The embers of the sparks carried away by the wind swirled in the air, entwining around the sacred tree like a bonfire dancing wildly.
At this point, no matter how you look at it, Viktor's team has almost completely collapsed.
It seems that because of Viktor's disappearance, all of Vega's previous advantages vanished almost simultaneously.
Even Vega himself was suppressed by the Goddess of Death and had no way to counter it.
This further confirms Viktor's importance as the victor.
The overall situation hadn't changed much initially; Victor's side had the upper hand from the start.
But precisely because Loki shot him, Victor's name was completely erased, and he himself disappeared without a trace.
At this point, Loki turned the tables.
"Your thing is quite interesting."
Viktor said, glancing at Chaos.
At this moment, Chaos also slightly turned his body, using his hundreds of arms to support half of his face, tilting his head to look at the screen, appearing quite relaxed.
"But you wouldn't often use this to spy on other people's privacy, would you?"
"...As the rule-maker of this world, I naturally need to have access to all the information about the world in order to punish violators accordingly."
As for your question about privacy? Aside from you, no one else has any privacy in my eyes.
Viktor, who is labeled a virus by the world, is like a mosaic in Chaos's eyes.
He couldn't see through Viktor's future or past, nor did he know anything about his origins.
But I won't waste my time on these useless things.
He was sitting up, and the dark outlines around him seemed to shift with his movement.
The stars rise and fall, twisting and swirling in the darkness, undulating and trembling.
"However, with this to look at, even if I have to stay here for tens of thousands of years, it doesn't seem like I'll be particularly bored."
Victor seemed completely unconcerned about the potential failure that Vega and her team might face.
It even seemed as if they had accepted the outcome of failure and intended to settle down in this darkness.
Even now, Viktor remains eerily calm.
Chaos glanced at Viktor, who was still intently watching the world map, and a new chat box slowly rose up in front of him.
Indeed, at any time, one can witness firsthand the rapid development of this world, the proliferation of species, and all sorts of wondrous and unusual events.
But that's from your perspective.
Chaos's eyes showed no emotion.
It seems he has become accustomed to everything in this world, and nothing new can pique his interest anymore.
I once told you that it was only when I began to realize that the name 'Chaos' was most likely given to me by a higher group that I came to understand it.
I will then transcend the identity of 'Chaos' and will never again have my memories erased by the cycle of reincarnation in this world.
[But if I hadn't discovered the secret of reincarnation, perhaps I could still be like you, finding enjoyment in observing this world even knowing I couldn't leave.]
Chaos would have felt wonder at observing human reproduction for the first time, and amazement at observing the first crustal movement.
For the first time, he felt regret and nostalgia for the rise and fall of the nation.
Seeing human inventions and innovations change the world for the first time, I was filled with awe at their wonder...
But all of these things that provide him with emotional support are based on one premise.
That was the "first time".
[And I have already reincarnated ten thousand times.]
These so-called novelties, witnessing the development of a world from nothing to something, have been seen by Chaos tens of thousands of times.
Everything in this world, to me, is a constant repetition.
Humans follow a repetitive process of reproduction, and even the separation of life and death occurs without the slightest deviation.
Even a single country can repeat the same experience tens of thousands of times.
What other enjoyment do you think I might get from this?
Chaos remained calm.
Like a mere narrator and observer, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
His words were not intended to elicit sympathy from Victor.
It's not just numbness.
Like a tireless mechanical part, it repeats its predetermined task every moment.
Until one day, this part realized that it was just a part, and discovered that it was just a link that kept repeating itself.
But there's no way to escape.
His happiest time was when he never realized he was a cog in a machine.
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