When Eight-cloud Ink once again appeared under Disbord's towering Jianmu tree.
"Ah … Ah?"
Eight-cloud Ink blinked as he looked at the long silver river that meandered across the land in front of him.
"What's going on? I remember there's no river there … "
Grabbing the long hair in front of his chest, his beautiful face that looked like the most delicate girl doll gently wrinkled, and then he said something that Yakumo Yukari would definitely knock on the head if she heard him.
"Could it be that I'm old and can't remember things?"
Then, as if he suddenly understood something, his obsidian-like eyes widened.
"Could, could it be …?"
Complicated geometrical patterns flashed in his pupils.
Just now, he checked the timetable of this world.
"Six, six, six, six, six thousand years!!!??"
"Wahhhh, I'm finished!!!!!"
"If I don't go home for six thousand years, I'll definitely be chopped up by my sister …"
Eight-cloud Ink squatted down with his head in his hands, and he let out a painful groan.
"And Ashina, and those children … Wahhhh … Eh? Wait! "
Recalling carefully, it seemed that before he integrated his body into the Jianmu tree and understood the rules, he seemed to have cut off the time node between this world and Fantasy Village, and then — accelerated the flow of time in this world.
Standing up, Eight-cloud Ink reconnected the time nodes of Disbord and Fantasy Village, and he finally let out a long sigh of relief after carefully checking the time ratio of the two worlds.
"Fortunately, only a few days have passed in Fantasy Village … Now I just need to restore the timetable of the two worlds to the same state."
After he was too surprised to learn that six thousand years had passed, his thoughts became a little chaotic. Eight-cloud Ink suddenly noticed something strange.
He lowered his head and touched his arms.
Then he patted his chest, back, and even his legs.
"It feels like … I seem to be different in some way?"
He stretched out his finger and pointed in the air, and a water mirror appeared in front of him.
The figure reflected in the mirror was still familiar to him.
"Still as beautiful as ever — hmm?"
Yakumo Mo finally realized that something was wrong. If it was before, he would definitely not say something like 'Ah, I'm so beautiful that I'm beyond beautiful' to his own appearance, which would make him lose his moral integrity.
He carefully recalled all his previous actions and every word that he had said.
It was as if … as if … perhaps … there was a subtle change in his personality?
He felt that the laziness from before had lessened, and he seemed to have become more active.
"Strange? Is it because I can perfectly understand the rules of this world? "
Eight-cloud Ink sank into the depths of the spirit sea. After communicating with the Builder Tree, Eight-cloud Ink was convinced that she hadn't fully grasped the ability that was predicted by her sister, the Son of God, and Holy White Lotus. If it was converted into a progress bar, she hadn't even reached 1%.
However …
"Because in this world, the Star Cup is considered a cheat. It bypasses the understanding of the Builder Tree itself and directly comes into contact with the underlying rules. Therefore, it can become a temporary state that will only take effect in this world?"
"The One God or something … Sure enough, cheating will have repercussions."
"In other words, I'll still be the same in other worlds, but I'll become this strange state here?"
"Ahhhhh, I don't want schizophrenia. How can I fix it!!!"
"Oh my god! Schizophrenia is too scary!! "
After sorting out the current situation, Eight-cloud Ink was in a state of confusion. He even held his head and began to roll in front of the Builder Tree in public.
He rolled around, rolled around, and then —
"Bang!"
He hit his head.
"Oh ha! Father, you're finally awake? "
A clear, androgynous voice that sounded like a child's suddenly sounded.
Unknowingly, a person appeared in front of Eight-cloud Ink.
From the appearance, it seemed to be Zheng Tai.
He was wearing a big checkered hat, and there were patterns of diamonds and spades in his colorful eyes.
He was wearing a pink jacket and blue shorts.
"Hey? You … Who are you? "
Eight-cloud Ink sat on the ground while holding his head. His long black hair suddenly spread on the ground. He looked up at the young man floating in front of him.
"Tetu!"
The young man, Tetu, said his name with a smile.
"Father! We finally meet! "
"Father? Don't call me that! I don't remember a child like you. I don't want to be killed by my sister and Ashina! "
Tetu ignored Eight-cloud Ink's words and pounced on Eight-cloud Ink, hugging Eight-cloud Ink's arm and rubbing it intimately.
"Sob sob … Father's breath is so warm and smells so good … sniff sniff sniff … sniff sniff sniff …"
"Let go, let go, let go!!!!!"
After rubbing for a while, Tetu let go of Eight-cloud Ink and sat in front of him, tilting his head and looking at Eight-cloud Ink happily.
"Who are you? Why are you calling me Father? "
"Because you are my Father!"
Tetu said with a matter-of-fact expression.
"I was born because of Lord Father."
"Eh?"
"The God of Games! It's me! "
Tetu pointed at his own face.
"Because of the concept of the [Game], I have always existed. It's just that I couldn't show myself because I didn't have the Quintessence. But I didn't expect that Father would establish the rules of the world with the [Game] as the foundation after obtaining the Starcup, so as the God of Games, I directly obtained the Quintessence!"
After saying that, Tetu came up to Eight-cloud Ink again, his cute head bumping against Eight-cloud Ink's chest.
"Thank you, Father. I can only show myself because of you, so you are my Father!"
Then, Tetu looked at Eight-cloud Ink with pitiful eyes.
"Don't you want me, Father? Or … "
Tetu's pitiful expression turned mischievous in the blink of an eye.
"… Would Father prefer that I call you [Mother]?"
Paper fan!
After calming Tetu down a little, Eight-cloud Ink looked at the child who had appeared out of nowhere in front of him in confusion.
"You know, right?"
"Eh?"
"You know the history of the war, right? Including Liku and the others. So if it wasn't for me, you would still be born in the end. Father or something … "
"That's an 'if' after all!"
Tetu smiled, as if he didn't care at all. In fact, he really didn't care.
"But Father appeared! So it's a foregone conclusion. I'm the God of Games, but not the only God. The only God is still Father! "
"It's just that in the years that Father wasn't here, I've been helping Father look after this world!"
"Moreover …"
Tetu's body flew up again, circling around Eight-cloud Ink.
"… If Father is here, I won't be the only God anymore! This is even better! If it's just me, I'll be bored to death ~ ~ "
After circling around a dozen times, Tetu dove into Eight-cloud Ink's arms with a 'whoosh', sitting on his lap and hugging Eight-cloud Ink's waist intimately.
"Ahhhh, hugging Father like this is so blissful!"
Being hugged by this little God of Games, Eight-cloud Ink looked at the sky helplessly.
Did he just wake up and become a father?
P.S. Hehehe, do you think I'll let Tetu die just like that? Too sweet, poi!
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