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The man handed the book to Xiling with a smile and said, "This is probably the book you're looking for."

Xiling glanced at the book in the other person's hand, "A Modern History of World Development".

Xiling: "...Good heavens!"

Taking the actual modern history from the man's hands, Xiling said gratefully, "I'm really grateful for your help this time. Without your help, I might have been busy for quite a while."

The man smiled and shook his head: "Of course, you can take your time looking at it. I won't bother you any longer."

The man turned to leave, but Xiling called him back.

"Please wait a moment."

The man turned around in confusion.

Xiling scratched her cheek. "I feel like we'd get along pretty well. If you don't mind, can we be friends? My name is Xiling, what's yours?"

"...My name is Taiyi, it's a pleasure to meet you, Xiling."

"My name is Xiling, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Taiyi. I'll definitely treat you to a meal next time we meet," Xiling said, giving a thumbs up.

Taiyi smiled, said nothing, turned and left, disappearing from Xiling's sight around a corner.

"Is today my lucky day?!" Xiling thought happily to herself.

Everything went smoothly today. Whether it was finding a place or finding books, there were people to help her. Xiling usually doesn't get this kind of treatment.

Arriving at the long table in the library, Xiling placed the Modern History of World Development in her hand on the table and opened it.

Looking at the book in her hand, Xiling's relaxed face changed from a smile to a serious expression.

In fantasy and magical worlds, there are often beings called 'gods,' and this world is no exception. However, here, 'gods' is not their name; they are reverently referred to as 'rulers.'

They are the supreme controllers of a certain field, the absolute rulers of the rules...

Looking at this, Xiling instinctively recalled the person known as the "Lord of War" and the words spoken by that voice.

"That guy must be the Overlord," Xiling thought to herself.

Xiling continued reading

This world was originally composed of eight separate continents, each ruled by a powerful nation.

However, shrouded in the mists of history, at a 'node' whose exact date is now blurred, a silent upheaval occurred—eight continents, in a way incomprehensible to mortals, abruptly merged, coalescing into a single landmass! The reason? No one knows, becoming the greatest mystery of the Lost Era…

Perhaps the rulers know, no! They certainly know.

The world after the merger did not return to peace. An invisible change quietly spread, permeating every wisp of wind, every grain of dust, and every pulse of magic.

Time seemed to be propelled by an invisible giant hand, accelerating wildly forward on an unseen track...

We have discovered a world.

Xiling blinked as she looked at the sentence, then continued reading.

We have discovered a world, or more accurately, the “masters” have discovered a world.

A world shattered, its laws broken, teetering on the brink of destruction, howling in despair.

No one knows what kind of discussion took place among the rulers high above the clouds at that moment.

All we know is the outcome: the being who holds the power over time and space—the ruler of time and space—extended His divine hand.

It wasn't about saving that world itself, but rather about creating a completely new, independent, bubble-like "subspace" within the framework of our world to house those endangered creatures and the fragments of their shattered homes. Ultimately, that dying world was "accepted" by our world in a peculiar, grafted-in way.

“Acceptance…” Xiling chewed on the word.

From that moment on, a gate was opened.

From the moment the first broken world was "accepted," the rulers' "discoveries" became more frequent.

One after another, worlds on the verge of destruction, or with bizarre forms or drastically different laws, were captured and encapsulated by the power of the master of spacetime, incorporated into the "space bubbles" He created. The frequency increased, the number grew...

To date, the number of alternate worlds confirmed to exist within the space constructed by the Time-Space Ruler has reached 7426.

"Seven thousand four hundred... twenty-six?" Xiling murmured to herself.

Xiling put down the book in her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Is this right?

Is that right?

Isn't that a misconception?

How could so many worlds have been discovered? It just doesn't make sense!

More than seven thousand worlds?! Not seven, not seventy, but more than seven thousand! How could that possibly be a number that could be discovered?

Discovering a world on the verge of destruction might be explained by "chance" and "mercy," but thousands? The odds are so low it's despairing; it's more like... a purposeful search! A systematic, massive... collection?

Xiling suppressed her shock and continued watching.

As one otherworld after another was accepted by the rulers.

The Magic Society—from observational data and unusual fluctuations in magical tides, discovered a startling pattern:

Whenever the number of accepted otherworldly beings reaches a certain specific number...

The main world we live in, the "mother" that contains thousands of alien bubbles, is about to undergo an unprecedented upheaval!

The laws of the world began to expand! Existing magical laws became more profound and complex, and new, incomprehensible rules sprang up out of thin air like vines, entwining themselves into the underlying structure of reality.

Magic became more active than ever before, exhibiting new and unpredictable properties. The boundaries of physics blurred, and even the constants of space seemed to tremble slightly…

At the same time! The world itself is expanding! It's not just a simple increase in territory.

The "resilience" of space is increasing, dimensions seem to be folding and unfolding in secret, and even the flow of time seems to undergo a subtle "calibration" at that specific point.

The world's "volume" and "carrying capacity" are expanding in a way that transcends geometric growth!

......

Even compared to other books, the number of books Taiyi recommended was relatively small, but it still required Xiling to spend two days and two nights reading them carefully. Fortunately, the Time Library was open all day, and the corner of the long table by the window became Xiling's temporary residence. Two days and two nights, studying the same thick book that could be used as a pillow almost without moving, was a sight that was enough to attract attention.

In the past two days, many people have asked about Xiling, mostly girls. It's not surprising, since Xiling is really beautiful, especially when she's not talking. Boys have also asked, mostly out of curiosity, asking if it's boring to watch this.

Xiling's answer was always crisp and to the point: "So boring! So long and tedious!" This unpretentious complaint instantly bridged the gap, eliciting a chorus of sympathetic chuckles and nods.

Despite Xiling's earnest efforts in examining the book, he genuinely believed it was tedious and long, but there were no easy options in saving the world. He would find as much information as possible, even if it meant making a mistake rather than letting one go unnoticed.

Finally, as her gaze swept over the last line of text, Xiling almost collapsed, slamming the heavy book shut with a "snap," letting out a long, deep sigh from her chest: "Whew—!" Immediately afterward, as if all her strength had been drained, Xiling slumped forward, her forehead resting on the cool, smooth tabletop, her cheek pressed against the cover of the magnum opus she had just "conquered."

"Finally... finished reading..." Xiling's muffled voice came from between her arms, her exhaustion almost overflowing from the table.

"You've worked hard, you've worked hard," a boy sitting next to Xiling teased her when he saw her like this.

Xiling didn't even bother to lift her head, and replied in a muffled voice, "It's not hard work, it's just a miserable life."

Just then, a glass of water was gently placed beside Xiling.

Xiling tilted her head slightly, lifted her heavy eyelids, and saw a girl with a gentle smile looking at her: "Have some water to calm down, you look like you've been working really hard."

"Have a drink of water."

"Thank you!" Xiling sat up, put her hands together, and thanked the girl.

Xiling picked up the cup and gulped down most of it.

Just as I put down my water glass, another figure slid down and sat on the opposite side of the long table.

The newcomer stared at the closed book on modern history of world development in front of Xiling, his face filled with disbelief: "Xiling? You...you really finished reading it?"

Xiling stretched her stiff neck and asked, "What else can I do? Do I have to hold a memorial service for it?"

"I'm impressed! You're amazing!" The boy opposite gave a heartfelt thumbs up.

Xiling downed the rest of the water in her glass, stood up, and stretched languidly. "Ouch... I feel like I'm practically glued to the chair..."

Xiling gave her neighbors a slightly tired smile. "Well then, everyone, I'll be leaving now. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll turn into a library statue."

The group smiled and waved to Xiling, saying, "Take care."

Xiling waved her hand and said, "Okay, I'm leaving. I also wish you all good luck on your exams and that you get the scores you want."

After leaving those words, Xiling turned and walked towards the library door. The sunlight shone on Xiling, but instead of giving her a burning sensation, it brought her a sense of comfort.

Xiling looked at the sun overhead, 24 radiant spheres. It was indeed the sun, but a modified one.

The books record that the rulers captured the suns of other worlds and forged them into the 'Eternal Core', placing it outside the dimension.

The sun above Xiling's head is merely a reflection of the eternal furnace core; even the sunlight that illuminates all things is a product of the "Dominator."

The more Xiling learned about this world, the more she felt... it was outrageous!

You say he's abnormal, but he's not only normal, he's even a little too normal.

There is no shortage of energy, resources, or power. Although there may be some friction among the eight countries, things will not escalate to war, because war itself has been included in the domain of that "master of war".

President.

They are the domain, they are the rules, they are the inviolable will itself.

Xiling is a bit difficult to deal with now; I don't quite know where to start.

"Did they pick up the wrong script?" Xiling muttered.

Logically speaking, in a savior story, there should always be a hideous and clearly defined villain waiting for him to defeat, right?

Demon king, cult, world-destroying beast... there has to be a tangible target for him to use his skills, right?

Why does this feel so strange when it comes to him?

There are clues, but we should go directly to the Lords; no one knows more than them.

Could it be that he's going to find the Lord of War?

Xiling stroked her chin, deep in thought.

Thinking about it carefully... it might not be a bad idea. The other party knows my identity and specifically asked me to stay there forever, so they must have other information.

As for whether we can win?

This is not a question that Xiling should be thinking about.

Don't let yourself get so caught up in the idea that you'll lose a game you could win.

So… taking a deep breath, Xiling closed her eyes.

The surrounding noise was all blocked out by Xiling, and her mind sank into absolute silence, her consciousness like a drop of water thrown into the deep sea.

I can find...

Will began to coalesce, extend, and climb; an invisible, causal-based perceptual tendril began to capture the location of the "Lord of War."

I can find...

Penetrating layers of dimensional barriers that are imperceptible to ordinary people.

I can find...

It's getting closer! A massive, cold torrent, carrying the scent of rust and gunpowder, yet imbued with the will of rules, began to surge at the edge of perception!

That's the smell of war!

Xiling's will almost touch the edge of war!

"try to find……"

At that critical moment, just as the connection was about to be established—click!

The threads extending from Xiling's will were cleanly and decisively severed as if by an invisible pair of scissors! The link that was about to be established instantly collapsed!

The atmosphere of war vanished from Xiling's senses as if the tide had receded.

Xiling slowly opened her eyes. "Someone... severed contact."

"Um......."

A smile returned to Xiling's face. "It really wasn't easy, that's true."

Xiling raised her head and looked at the twenty-four hanging suns:

"Wait for me, Demon King, I will find you, and then..."

"Save this world from falling apart!"