"Humans can only triumph under one condition, that is to truly transcend the Illusion Dream, overcoming their own inferior nature, and allowing enough people to return their 'Transcendent' to the heavens. Then, when you collide with the Black Sky, you can dissolve all the Group God, and 'we' would no longer have any reason to exist."
"—Go ahead and praise my genius design, Russell. If you won, it means that you proved humans have defeated Dusk, and I would be very delighted; if you lost, then I have won, and of course, I would be very delighted; if we all fail, then at least you haven't won, and I would still be very delighted."
"HE, the cycle; BE, the Illusion Dream; TE, the sky. I have designed all three outcomes for you. How far you can go, it's up to you now."
"How about that, isn't it a very fair wager?"
In the young man's voice, there was not a hint of hesitation.
"…I understand."
Russell merely lowered his gaze: "You really want to win, don't you."
