After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Why are you in such a hurry? If it doesn't please the goddess of life, you can always start over."

The girl, who had just learned to speak, silenced the great sage with a single sentence.

The Great Sage laughed in anger. What do you mean by starting over? Isn't the timeline chaotic enough? If the timeline were to be restarted, and this world didn't explode on the spot, it would be all thanks to the final mercy of the Goddess of Laws.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the great sage said seriously, "Stop what you're doing. What do you want? We can trade."

The girl gave a meaningful smile. "Then you really misunderstood me. I thought we had the same goal."

One is the spokesperson for the Goddess of Life, and the other is a projection of the Goddess of Corruption. There is no information asymmetry between them.

The girl knew what the Goddess of Life was waiting for: a civil war between the transmigrators and the system. There were only a handful of planets in the universe that could serve as a transmigrator's homeworld, and one of them had already erupted into a massive conflict.

Countless transmigrators and systems entered the fray, their continental plates, flung into the universe by the immense power, being repeatedly assembled like detachable building blocks.

Good news: Our home planet is safe for now. Bad news: Our family members died peacefully, receiving oxygen instead of oxygen.

The entire system is now in a state of high alert, with all factions constantly gathering strength, waiting to see who will ignite the next powder keg.

The lustful power extracted by the time traveler and the goddess of life has the potential to become a trigger.

Living beings often say that a person's body can be destroyed, but their spirit cannot be defeated. To this, the gods chuckle. They have seen many indestructible bodies, but they have never seen anyone whose spirit can never be extinguished.

It's a very simple sentence. Can you think about it? Can you imagine it?

Don't worry that no one cares about your thoughts, because from the moment you start thinking and imagining, your mental energy has already been polluted.

Great people are great because their fearless spirit and noble character can still guide future generations decades or even millennia later.

But what's frightening is that, compared to the caution of the successors, some beings will raise their banners even more recklessly.

Equally tragic is that the anger that builds up in people's hearts often goes undirected.

Therefore, once this highly efficient corrosive force is unleashed, both the destroyer and the savior will fall into endless despair.

"Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. I can stop their faith in you at any time. You have no place here."

"Your goddess is using the children she created to threaten an outsider like me?" The girl smiled excitedly. "Fine, go tell them that their mother regrets it and wants to move them to another gambling table."

A serious warning became a laughing stock among others.

The great sage looked grim; he knew he couldn't delay any longer.

The ability to move freely during a time standstill was not Diana's privilege; Luna Charles also had her own secrets.

Or rather, she awakened to her true nature long before Annie and Jenny. The Great Sage was incredibly frustrated; in his second life, he should have devoted some of his energy to properly watching over Luna!

"What do you want in order for me to stop?"

"Look, you're in such a hurry again."

The girl twirled a strand of her smooth hair with her fingers. "That wretched goddess of life, always so restless. Could it be that the god of machinery is about to be born?"

"Does it have to be this pitiful? Waaah, my children are going to create new gods, and they're going to abandon their mother. What disobedient children! Maybe I should just kill them all."

Upon hearing this, the great sage was first taken aback, then his anger flared up, "Enough!"

"Hehe, I guessed right?"

The gods who control life are always so simple and easy to understand, no wonder the system never gives them a good look.

On the one hand, the system needs the Goddess of Life to nurture more living beings; on the other hand, the Goddess of Life's elaborate schemes to avoid being replaced are so outrageous that even the evil gods are ashamed of themselves.

You even want the power of immortality... A god who can betray even himself, which faction can tolerate you? Even your creations only harbor resentment towards you!

The girl, who had intended to continue her mockery, suddenly sensed a strong killing intent. She immediately dissipated, turning back into a drop of green liquid and returning to the back of her hand that had thrust out the longsword.

Diana, controlled by the Great Sage, also swiftly dodged, several sharp wind blades slicing through the still air. Oswald, half-human and half-skeletal, strode forward, his face displaying a twisted and violent expression.

"What, want to do it all over again?"

His flesh and blood were rapidly recovering, and even Oswald couldn't understand his own state. It was as if his consciousness and soul would be stripped away at any moment, but he could definitely feel his power surging.

Before Oswald could break the time limit, the Great Sage opened the psionic space and disappeared instantly.

A showdown with Oswald under these circumstances is not a wise choice. Too much has happened tonight, and a group of losers coming together will only make things worse.

Time resumed its flow, the spiral of desire dissipated, and the enormous finger slowly eroded, finally disappearing from its original spot, along with the wailing elf, which turned into pools of black blood.

A large amount of lustful energy flowed into Oswald's body again, but this time the pain was much less.

[Mmm, ahhh, hmm, ah]

(What are you doing, Tongzi? Don't scare me.)

This system has done so much for you. If you can forgive some of the minor mistakes it made before, this system will be very grateful.

Oswald remained silent. The system was indeed sharing his pain, but the erosion he was experiencing hadn't lessened at all.

(You've been hiding too much from me, one or two more won't make a difference...)

*Thud!* A burst of blood erupted from Oswald's arm, and a bone spur suddenly grew out from beneath the torn flesh, plunging Oswald into silence once more.

The current situation is that his soul has been severely eroded and polluted, and the domineering immortality desires to obtain a complete body, which has already caused a phenomenon of flesh and blood rejection.

(Does this count as a choice by the three gods? No, there seems to be one more.)

Looking at the corrosion mark on the back of his hand, Oswald broke off bone spurs while trying to speak to the projection of the god of corrosion.

"Aren't you going to talk to me?"

The symbol flashed slightly, and the girl's voice was clear and melodious. "Then it depends on what kind of deal you want to make, transmigrator. Compared to the Goddess of Life, I value you more."

What do you want to gain?

Oswald casually stored the bone spur into his system space and asked bluntly.

"Great job, you're much better than those useless people who only know how to seek refuge."

Everyone here is a wise man and a god. In fact, the girl felt obligated to tell Oswald how to survive in the universe as a powerful being who could become an evil god.

The individual is unique; in every world, the famous saying "I think, therefore I am" applies. So-called organizations, nations, races, and civilizations are all insignificant constructs.

Living beings and deities, through trust, have formed these institutions, and all institutions composed of two or more individuals are supported by trust.

But just as energy gradually diminishes, trust will eventually crumble. Whether living beings or deities, all must acknowledge that they are unique individuals in the universe.

"Transmigrator, when you have to leave this world for some reason, I will keep everything you cherish safe. In return, you must bring me a system when you return."

"Remember this, transmigrator: I don't want anything else, I just want the system."