"It is not, I merely created an illusion of 'I can only do this'! He will never guess to what extent I can go to Tease to Death him, extreme rationality and deduction are the flaws of the Omnic God, and also... the weakness of Divinity!"
Yi Lin smiled, spreading his palm, a throne the size of a palm spun in his hand.
The crystal-clear throne was highly condensed, with metallic tentacles faintly visible at its base, gently extending, like willow leaves, graceful and natural.
"It gave up here,"
"It is reclaiming all scattered 'Origins',"
"If I'm not wrong, it intends to converge all the origins on the 'Origin Cannon'."
"In its current state, it will destroy all worlds just to annihilate me."
"It understands very well that right now, we are trapped in the 'Virtual Universe', here, for us, is like a prison."
