Everything was ready. Qi Xia began the final step.

That was to resurrect all the “Participants,” “Zodiacs,” “Divine Beasts,” “Natives,” and “Ants.”

Including Heavenly-Dragon and Qinglong.

This time, to let everyone escape, he had to thoroughly deceive the twin dragons. If they began to suspect even slightly, the final result would definitely be failure.

At the final moment, he even had to deceive himself.

Only if his subconscious believed he would fail would Heavenly-Dragon dream about success.

To make everything start over, he had to restore all living beings in the “Land of Ends” to their original state at the same time, including the animals and insects in those bizarre games.

However, this time, those creatures formed through “Soul Migration” would completely abandon their humanity and become true beasts.

To achieve this flawless step, the only thing Qi Xia could do was use his subconscious to tell himself this was still seven years ago.

He told himself he had merely had a very, very long dream.

In the dream, he had inadvertently experienced “eternity.”

So upon waking, everything was the same as before, and he had returned to the beginning of despair.

After experiencing “eternity,” Qi Xia discovered this step was exceptionally difficult.

After all, how could the “Land of Ends” possibly be more desperate than the city of flesh and blood?

To be safe, he could only first test with the “Natives” to see if his “conviction” was stable.

He had stayed in the world of flesh and blood for too long. When he first attempted to create a large number of living people all at once, he uncontrollably created over a thousand faceless “Natives.”

The “Land of Ends” instantly gained a human presence, but this bizarre human presence made anyone who saw it feel a chill down their spine.

To deceive the twin dragons… to deceive everyone here…

How could he allow faceless natives to appear here?

Qi Xia initially wanted to make these people be absorbed by the world with a mere gesture, but he quickly discovered this wasn’t his world.

The land here had no way to directly devour this large number of faceless people. If he wanted to make these people disappear… he could only use the most primitive method.

That was to kill.

When he began to act, Qi Xia felt for the first time that these things were truly “people.”

They would panic, tremble, and flee. They would wave their hands at him, begging for mercy.

This feeling began to shake Qi Xia’s “conviction” slightly, and also began to recall the humanity that hadn’t returned to him for a long time.

If killing Zhang Lijuan and Zhang Chenze was negotiation under duress, then killing these people had absolutely no reason at all.

They appeared here because of one of his thoughts, and would die here because of another one of his thoughts.

Qi Xia killed continuously for several days. Due to the faceless people’s survival instinct, they chose to scatter and flee after seeing a “murderer,” which made it take Qi Xia considerable effort to find them.

The more Qi Xia slaughtered these innocent faceless people, the more his “conviction” became turbulent.

Who exactly was accompanying him in this “eternity”?

Why kill people without faces… to save people with faces?

Qi Xia struggled to maintain his will, taking a very long time to find those faceless people in various dark places, then killed them one by one.

He dragged all the corpses to various dark alleyways separately, burying them beneath streets that never saw sunlight, then re-covered them with sand and soil, neatly laying the floor tiles, making everything look as if it had never happened.

He knew that no matter what, he had to keep this secret. If the faceless people saw the light of day again, it would inevitably bring variables to his plan.

But thinking carefully… no one should randomly dig deep pits in these dark alleyways for no reason, right?

This failure taught Qi Xia not to act rashly again.

Several thousand faceless people could still be handled, but if he summoned all the people of the entire “Land of Ends” back here in a faceless state all at once, his plan would fail before it even began.

He had experienced an “eternity” beyond normal imagination, not to experience failure again, so this plan had to be foolproof.

He returned to the “Train” and began working hard to adjust his state of mind.

To succeed, the most direct method was to find that once-familiar feeling.

Although he wanted to return to seven years ago and become Man-Goat again, everything had started in this dark interview room.

He sat in the empty room, staring blankly at the round table for a long time.

Heavenly-Dragon at his side once again lost track of Qi Xia’s thoughts.

He stood to the side, remaining quiet with Qi Xia in this room for a long time. Time seemed to stop at this moment, frozen within this empty room.

One day, Qi Xia suddenly reached out his hand and gently created a person.

It was precisely Man-Goat from within the room.

Man-Goat didn’t understand what the current situation was, but he discovered there were only himself and Qi Xia in this room.

“Tell me the rules,” Qi Xia said.

“Wha—”

“Tell them to me over and over again,” Qi Xia said with closed eyes, slightly sorrowfully. “After saying them one hundred times, you can rest for five minutes. Perhaps the days ahead will be very painful, but I will ultimately liberate you and wash away all your painful memories. Before I liberate you, you can never stop.”

One sentence was embedded in Man-Goat’s subconscious, as if controlling his life.

Next, many more years passed. Qi Xia remained motionless sitting at the table, while Man-Goat continuously recited the rules of the “Nuwa Game” at his side.

He spoke for too long. The foul-smelling mask mixed with moisture covered his face until his entire face began to rot, until his consciousness also began to blur.

To stay awake, during every spare three to five minutes, he would take out the “Zodiac Ascension Betting Contract” to examine it over and over again.

This contract recorded a hope that seemed invisible, and also recorded his real name.

He wasn’t called Man-Goat. He remembered his name was Zhang Qiang.

But he had long gone mad. He wanted to die, yet couldn’t break free from the shackles of his subconscious.

He felt he had been enormously deceived. Where in this world was there such a thing as an “absolutely safe path to becoming a Zodiac”?

This was merely a despairing “eternity.”

To keep himself as clear as possible, and to truly be able to escape from here someday, Man-Goat could only frantically suggest to himself, constantly scribbling on that contract. He personally wrote “Please ignore the above terms.”

He personally wrote “This contract is void.”

He personally wrote “Please commit suicide immediately.”

But he could only write. He couldn’t act.

All that awaited him was endless torment.

“Do you want to hear a story?” Qi Xia suddenly turned his head to look at Man-Goat. This was the first time he spoke to Man-Goat again after such a long time.

“A… story?”

“There are many people in this world who have experienced ‘eternity,’ not just you alone,” Qi Xia seemed to be practicing how to communicate with others, but this step was more difficult than he imagined.

Because the person he was communicating with had also gone mad.

“Many people… have experienced ‘eternity’?” Man-Goat was stunned, looking at Qi Xia with a blank gaze.

“That’s right. There are a full two million people who have passed through ‘eternity,'” Qi Xia answered.

Man-Goat felt the situation was a bit absurd, or perhaps he had truly gone mad.

Such a massive number—it wasn’t just an “organization” anymore, right? It could only be…

“Are we… some kind of… religion?” he asked.

“Religion…?” Qi Xia paused, then shook his head. “Man-Goat, remember this—we are far more magnificent than a ‘religion.’ We have a world.”

“We are far more magnificent than a ‘religion’… we have a world…”

That day, Qi Xia told Man-Goat a story about “eternity.”

Two million people had experienced “eternity” together with him, then were left behind in the void.

But soon Man-Goat would also be killed by Qi Xia’s own hands, forgetting everything that had happened.