When the world first achieved a surplus, the True God on the Other Shore of Causality slowly opened his eyes.
He had always been certain that Pangu's world would ultimately fall to him—how could a creator of genius who was a fool at management withstand the daily erosion of "Causal Debt"? Back then, he had "loaned" power to Pangu at a trivial cost, precisely because he saw through the fatal imbalance underlying its seemingly beautiful nature.
Now, his composure finally cracked.
"They... actually reversed the situation?"
His whisper held no anger, only a sliver of cold astonishment. Yet, he showed no panic, gently stroking the crystalline contract entwined with dark threads before him.
"No matter. I planted the seeds long ago."
With a single thought, he issued a command to the shadows lurking deep within Pangu's world:
"Activate now. Let's see how long this so-called 'surplus' can last."
He was confident everything remained under his control.
What he did not know was—
They were already deep in the trap.