The Boundary.

The place where everything beyond the fake universe resides. It was the same for the Chat group headquarters, the Union, and the Templar Temple.

The fake universe is not a singular entity but rather a collection of the entire run just for the clones of the First to live. The Old Gods wouldn't be patient enough to run the simulation one by one, so they ran the simulation simultaneously and kept adding new simulations into the fake universe.

After visiting the other two places, the Union and the Templar Temple, Nameless finished exploring this fake universe.

There was nothing more beyond this, even the collection of simulations running in the fake universe; the content was redundant.

From his own findings, Nameless discovered that every fake universe would always start from the moment the great war ended. That was when the Old Gods sacrificed themselves to seal the First.

The location was nonetheless the Dark continent that Nameless encountered before.

The battle between gods, even more so when it was the entire pantheon of gods fighting one person. The scale and destruction it brought were naturally enough to decimate every living being.

As for unique individuals that had not yet achieved godhood or those who chose to walk alone and not on the same side as the Old Gods might still be alive in the real universe.

But their precise condition was still a matter for discussion.

. . .

Life at the end of the road was uneventful.

No enemies worth taking care of, no challenges to be overcome; it was just nothing.

The only thing that could bring meaning to this plain life was to research how to break the great dream of this fake universe.

One of its methods was the Nightmares, which were unrestricted by the nature of this fake universe. Since the chaos in the real universe and the fake universe would retain its essence as 'chaos.'

In conclusion, it took external means to break the limit and attain freedom.

The others might not have it, but Nameless had it.

His system was naturally not from this fake universe, nor from the real universe. Or rather, it was a special case, a unique existence born by chance.

Nameless still had his vigilance and didn't ask the other Chat group members to experiment on his system, so he was busy studying his own system, trying to extract its otherworldly essence to harness and farm it for his own use.

At first, he wasn't sure if his system was from beyond the fake universe, but after experimenting on it, he finally confirmed his guess.

The system that only showed its tail but hid its head was easily captured by Nameless and pulled out from his being.

Not his body nor his soul, but it was bound to his existence.

Maybe it was due to the error of things developing and progressing, thus Nameless's authority over it was insufficient.

After being separated from him, the system's real appearance was actually just a weightless blob of light. It didn't have the fluctuation of a living being, which was the spiritual process of thinking.

If something could think, then at some degree, it was a living being, but when there was no fluctuation of thinking, even if it could move and speak, it was not a living being.

Nameless kept experimenting on it but to no avail; he could gain something from the nature of the system but couldn't get into the mystery contained within it.

On how it bypassed the seal of the Old Gods.

He shook his head and threw this blob of light back to his body, a special space he created for convenience to test the system.

There was someone approaching his house.

Because he lived in the Chat group headquarters, he naturally needed to build his own house.

Not long after, there were knocks on his front door.

Knock, knock...

At their level, even if they didn't make any noise or movement, each member was able to tell anyone who approached them. But due to the plain and monotone nature of the Boundary, they kept these simple actions of mortals to fill up their colorless world.

"Come in," Nameless answered.

The doorknob moved as the door slowly opened. The Farmer, with his old appearance, appeared. With the same friendly smile on his face, he walked inside.

"Oh, Edge. I have something good to share with you." The farmer ignored the surroundings and walked directly to Nameless.

Edge was the nickname given to Nameless by the other chat members, naturally due to his edginess.

Nameless, not hoping for anything from this visit, suddenly became interested.

Whether it was him or other chat members, all of them were the same in many aspects.

Their pursuit of immortality and their effectiveness in utilizing their resources to gain more power.

Because of this, they reached the endpoint faster than anyone else, and because they justified their sacrifice on the way.

In the end, they were left with nothing. Not even feelings for themselves.

Thus, every Chat group member only had one thing… two things that could be considered as good news. The first one was the breakthrough in research on how to destroy the fake universe, and the second one naturally was how to rekindle the long-lost feelings they had in the past.

In simple terms, a way for them to enjoy themselves.

Nameless stood up from his chair and looked at the Farmer. "Sit down first."

As he said that, a chair suddenly conjured out of thin air for the Farmer to sit down.

The farmer didn't bother to thank him and sat down immediately.

His eyes were wandering left and right before stopping at Nameless. "Nothing else?"

Nameless was confused at first, as he also followed the Farmer's gaze, looking at his surroundings.

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An empty space that only had the floor and the roof.

"Ah. Right, how could I forget." Nameless finally realized what was missing and waved his right hand. As his right hand stopped, the room changed instantly.

The floor, which was okay to have, and the ceiling that was high enough like a dark sky suddenly changed. The floor turned into white marble stone, various pillars rose from the ground, the ceiling lowered and transformed into a gorgeous design.

Then between him and the Farmer, a table appeared with many delicacies on it.

Seeing this more living room, the Farmer nodded as he took the tea cup and poured tea for himself.

"I know you are new here and couldn't wait to do research on your own. Even with the help of the mechanical mind that can withstand even the formidable force of time, you can't ignore the danger of oblivion."

"The second brain might be able to keep your brain fresh until the end of time, but we are human after all. If we don't take good care of our mental health, it will lead to the death of silence, where the mind no longer finds any reason to move, and the fluctuation of spirit is gone."

As originally the same person, the Farmer had some similarity in thinking with Nameless on their perspective of life.

The physical body might decay, the blood evaporate, the flesh decayed, and the bone turned into dust. This is the death on a low level.

Then there was the soul body, the astral version of the physical body that exists yet doesn't exist. When it is destroyed, then it is the death on a middle level.

Then there was the miracle of life, the core that differentiates the dead thing and the living thing, the mind. As long as the mind could fluctuate, life will never wither. But how strong was the mind

?

As time passed, even the strongest mind would collapse, even if it is replaced with the mechanical mind that only knows one and zero. A machine, in the end, was a machine, not capable of inventing something new.

The death of the high level or the death of silence was when the mind no longer fluctuated.

This was why the Chat group members had their own unique hobby that kept their interest in check.

Bone… Nameless still didn't know what this old man was doing in his spare time.

The Farmer was farming, Nine-tails was busy collecting various skirts, and Ball was pursuing the perfection of roundness.

Only Nameless, who was a new member, didn't have a peculiar hobby yet, and his nickname was still not fixed.

"I understand; I will pay extra attention to this in the future," Nameless accepted the advice and put it in his mental note. "Then, what good news do you have?"

The Farmer took down his tea in one motion and savored the taste for a moment. "Not bad."

Since everything was conjured by Nameless out of thin air, the taste of delicacies naturally came up from Nameless's thoughts and ideas.

For them who walked to the end of the road, nothing could attract their attention except for the uniqueness of individuals.

"As you know, we are trapped in the fake universe, and the Old Gods were guarding the gate. They were consisted of various kinds of gods from different domains. Thus their methods were varied and many. Bone, as the oldest member, had much research on this and found many plans of the Old Gods."

"The good news I'm talking about right now is one of those hidden plans. The seal was just a seal; it is simply impossible for the Old Gods to keep the First forever in it. They don't even know the truth that the First has, so how could it be possible for them to keep him in the seal forever? Even if they knew what kind of truth it was, naturally, they wouldn't be stupid enough to seal him; they would kill him on the spot!"

"So, because of this, the Old Gods had many plans. One of them was to add more manpower into the seal. Which was to groom a new god from the fake universe to prolong the seal's lifespan and wait for the promised time to arrive. Ptuih." The Farmer spat at the end of his words.

"How could we, the First, fail against those Old Gods? Prolonging the match? They were nothing but delaying their defeat!"

As the clone from the original self, naturally, the Farmer had a high evaluation of himself. This also happened for the member of the Chat group.

They believed the Old Gods were just delaying their inevitable defeat.

Although no one had spoken of it, all of them knew in their hearts that the First should have left many hidden plans and also bided his time for the promised time.

"This could be said to be one of our routine agendas as the Chat group member. That was to hunt down the seed of god!" The Farmer said matter-of-factly.

Before Nameless could state his opinion, the Farmer continued. "Yes, I know that there was a supreme rule that prevents intervention from outside simulation. But why would we need to do it that way? Just stand at the gate and block the way; the moment the seed of god exits their simulation, we can kill them right away."

There were various supreme rules in the fake universe; this was to prevent the collapse of the system once the seal started.

Inside the seal, the Old Gods were no different than living dead. Their energy was consumed to prevent the First from escaping, and they, the Old Gods, were falling into a deep slumber.

They couldn't do anything to affect the fake universe for various reasons, thus they created the supreme rules to prevent any problems from arising.

The successful clones that walked to the end of the road, the Chat group.

The irregulars that defied all odds with their stupid and ridiculous luck, the Union. They were natives of the fake universe that somehow escaped from the predetermined fate of NPCs and became players on their own.

If those irregulars were set loose without any rules governing them, they would just destroy the arrangement of the Old Gods and eventually let the First escape.

They were called irregulars because they were destined to be NPCs for the rest of their lives, different from the seed of god. They were not heroes that walked on adversities, difficulties, and the restraints of fate. Not at all; in fact, they were the protagonists.

They might appear to be weak and so on, but actually, they were the protagonists. All variables in the world were favoring them, even though their lives were miserable, like fish stranded in the desert.

They would always luckily escape mortal dangers and grow stronger.

They would say all righteous speeches as if fate is nothing but shackles and only they could define their fate, but actually, they were just that lucky.

Nameless didn't ask any more questions and followed the Farmer to the gathering place of the Chat members.

Bone, with his lich body, was always the same, sitting on the throne that overlooked everything.

Nine-tails on the right lazily leaned on her side. She never stopped admiring her own body, as her eyes filled with pride and lust.

Ball, on the other side, was just being a metallic ball that floated in the air.

After the Farmer and Nameless arrived, Bone, who had no soul fire in his eye sockets, woke up. The empty eye sockets suddenly filled with eerie soul fire.

"The origin power of the fake universe has converged, heralding the birth of the chosen one. Luck, fate, and destiny were ever present. Even if this universe is fake, the life in it was real. Nothing is more magical than the consciousness of living creatures. Given enough time, this invisible trace would gather and give birth to the origin power."

Bone's voice was filled with solemnity as he described the ins and outs of the event. When suddenly a voice interrupted him.

"Old man, why are you narrating this?" Nine-tails yawned on the side and moved her body in an alluring way. She had reached the point where she became excited from observing her own body. Thus, she kept making explosive movements, be it small as blinking or breathing or big.

'Nine-tails is indeed one of a kind; this kind of self-appreciation is enough to keep the mind alive till the end of time.' Nameless commented in his heart, he also appreciated the graceful movement of Nine-tails.

Bone, who wanted to continue, suddenly stopped; his soul fire flickered slowly and dimmed. It was not that he became angry, but instead retreated in shyness.

"Ah? Is that so? Since we have a new member, I thought it would be better to explain this thing to him." His voice was no longer as deep as before, but like an ordinary man casually talking to his friend.

"I don't find any problem about this," Ball suddenly jumped in.

"Then, how about the person himself? Edge, what do you think?" Nine-tails took over the conversation directly and directed the focus at Nameless.

"Since the atmosphere is already like this, wouldn't it be better to let it go?" Nameless said vaguely.

Then he added, "how long will it take for the seed of god to transcend his world?"

“Five…” Bone answered, his gaze penetrating the void in front of him.

The hall became silent.

“Four, three, two, one.” In succession, Bone said with his other casual personality.

“Let’s go!” Ball was the first one to react and opened a big portal in the middle of the hall.

Bone rose from his throne as dust and debris fell from his body; he didn’t enter the portal opened by Ball but teleported directly.

“See you there,” Nine-tails didn’t bother to leave her soft couch and teleported directly.

“Alright, let’s go.” The Farmer didn’t follow the previous two and walked to the portal. While on the other side, Ball followed as he jumped up and down approaching the portal.

Nameless was the last one to follow; he saw the Farmer and Ball enter the portal before finally his turn.