A faint voice spoke the most arrogant words, yet Xu Nanzhi felt no sense of incongruity.
Everything seemed so rightful, even the heavens and earth resonated slightly with the long-haired man's words.
It didn't feel like a lie, nor like a metaphor or simile. Realizing this, a bold idea gradually emerged in Xu Nanzhi's mind. She looked at the long-haired man and murmured softly.
"Are you... the origin of this world?"
"Oh?"
The long-haired man, upon hearing this, showed a trace of interest in his eyes as he looked towards Xu Nanzhi and unexpectedly spoke.
"At your realm, being able to realize this so quickly shows some insight, no wonder you dared to organize people to save this boy. But unfortunately, like him, you all overestimate yourselves. The protagonist of this farce is destined not to be him, nor will it be you."
"Farce? What do you mean?"
Xu Nanzhi frowned in confusion, looking at the long-haired man.
