After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

A projection came from the sea and landed on the square of the prosperous city of the Southern Principality.

People fled in panic. The giant dragon, its wings gleaming with golden scales in the sunlight, lay respectfully on the shattered stone slabs of the square, bowing its head to allow the magician on its back to step on its head and slowly walk to the ground.

The sound of the staff striking the stone slab was even more piercing than the roar of the dragon's massive body.

"Long time no see, old friend."

The youthful Great Sage Baltazar smiled slightly and stepped forward to greet the girl who was dressed in the robes of a great mage but looked only about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Material existence cannot change the aging of a person's heart, Baltazar." The girl's voice was cold as she took off her slightly oversized sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

"Next time I'll try to be five years younger; maybe I can find a point of change in consciousness."

"If you help me create more powerful soldiers first, you can change me to three years old."

After a brief greeting, the Great Sage extended his hand to invite the girl into the Prime Minister's residence of the Southern Duchy. The girl did not stand on ceremony and habitually walked in front of everyone, leaning on her staff.

"Is that Undying King really that powerful? Or is it because Nicole gave up on herself?" the girl asked as she walked. If Oswald could kill the cursed avatar in one move, even if she personally went to fight, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand that ferocious beast.

Baltazar shook his head. "The key is that the Northern Army's soldiers are too powerful, far surpassing any other army in the world. If we want to win, we must send out the Cursed Avatars, but once we send out the Cursed Avatars, we will have to deal with the terrifying Undead King."

"Behind him, there are not only the undead on our side, but also billions of undead on another planet. It's all a scheme. The system is sabotaging him even more."

Upon arriving at the Prime Minister's lounge, the young woman sat on a sofa chair, crossed her legs, accepted a glass of wine from the Great Sage, and sighed softly.

"Those rulers of the stars can decide the life and death of a planet's inhabitants at will, yet they won't allow our goddess to go any further. Their transmigrators are unwilling to become gods, but are instead forced to rise step by step. Oswald has a wife and daughter in this world. If his whole family becomes undead, I suspect he will slaughter the entire world."

"No doubt about it, many evil gods were created by the system. Who knows, maybe that mechanical god..."

Baltazar hesitated, but for living beings, science and technology are the key to the future. Technology that everyone can enjoy is far fairer than magic systems that focus on talent and innate power.

But the most naive thing about living beings is that they are willing to believe that humanity can withstand the test, unaware that ideals themselves are a strict requirement for the world.

Through the two civil wars on the transmigrators' home planet, the drawbacks of science and technology have been exposed. Either a small group of people will deplete all the planet's resources and go to space, leaving the rest to fend for themselves on a planet with no future.

Or perhaps, like on Oswald's home planet, a sudden technological breakthrough led the upper echelons to decide to use artificial intelligence to eliminate 99 percent of the world's useless humans, thus resolving all social conflicts and civilizational development issues at once.

According to Oswald's ideal model, isn't this the society he always envisioned? Material abundance, every individual can pursue their dreams, culture and technology flourish like never before, the living environment is rapidly improved, and the happiness index soars.

The price paid is nothing more than the lives of billions of people.

"The God of Machines? A very interesting model of the universe." The girl picked up the staff on her lap and tapped it lightly. A screen of light appeared, and images of human technological civilization flashed by.

"Technology requires concentrated resources and a lot of investment, so commercialization, industrialization, and informatization are essential steps. But these things will devour the morality and culture on which civilization depends for survival. The law will collapse first, and then it will immediately reach a point where even war cannot alleviate the problem."

"The gap between people can become a chasm, somewhat like the difference between me and an ordinary magician, or even more severe. The God of Machines... can it truly be called a god?"

The girl dared not imagine what the universe would have become under the influence of the God of Machines if there were no system or transmigrator.

Each planet has only a few hundred people or even fewer. There is no such thing as a dark forest law in the universe. Every world is a utopia. The ocean of souls controlled by the system will quickly dry up. The only remaining iron law in the universe is the will of the mechanical god—to make living beings greater.

As for how great it is, don't worry about that...

"Logically speaking, the only things most suitable to take over the power of life are corruption and machinery, since even our world has been influenced by such deities."

The great sage took a sip of the lipstick-crystal-like wine, swirling the glass as he said, "Corrosion represents the end of all life, like oil and coal buried underground, only providing the energy for the next great explosion of life. Machinery represents liberation from the laws and natural cycles, but such a future is destined to be the future of a few."

"The civil war among transmigrators is to fight for the right to survival in the future. No matter how you look at it, it's a mess. If the system is willing to open up its authority, it wouldn't be bad if everyone became an undead race with souls. It would solve two problems at once."

The girl nodded and waved away the light screen in front of her. "However, according to the goddess's calculations, Oswald's side has a high probability of winning, so we need to hurry."

"This is the problem I wanted to discuss with you." The Great Sage put down his wine cup, crossed his legs, and said seriously, "In a direct attack on the Northern Territory, the monsters we created are no match for the Northern Army. The best casualty ratio we achieved was one to four."

"If we attack Ice City directly, taking Annie away will be a minor issue. The key question is how much we have to pay to completely destroy the Northern Territory."

The two fell silent. The biggest problem at hand was whether they could eliminate all resistance forces with the help of the Goddess Faction members, including themselves, before the day of world change arrived.

The best way to deal with humans is to instigate a war between humans and demons. However, the current Demon King is too cautious, with four great mages by his side. The demon high command is aware of the changes taking place in the world. Although they are at odds with humans, they will not side with the goddess.

At most, they might suddenly step in and kick the Northern army when the two sides are locked in a fierce battle. As for being at the mercy of others like the Southern Duchy, the four demon archmages said, "You can try it."

To put it jokingly, when it comes to fighting against the goddess, the demons are perhaps the only reliable "ally" in the Northern Territory.

"How about using the dragons to launch a full-scale attack on Ice City? Compared to humans, the dragons who serve us are far more loyal," the girl asked earnestly.

The Great Sage frowned, his face showing deep concern. "My main worry is that among the undead race controlled by the Undead King, there might be powerful species like bone dragons..."