There was no familiar cottage Roger had, no warm fire, and there was nothingness around him, and the whole world was broken in chaos.

He looked up and looked into the distance, and then saw a figure full of holes.

"Isn't that the life you've always longed for?"

“Isn’t that the root cause of your resistance to summoning and choosing to stay in a strange world?”

A voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, and Roger raised his head and looked at the fragmented figure.

"This question has no meaning." He was empty in strength. At this moment, he was like an ordinary person, unable to feel any extraordinary power.

"I have no value to you, so there is no need to build a virtual world alone in order to paralyze me or satisfy me."

"Unless you have other plans." At this point, Roger slowly raised his head.

"You hope I can hand over that part of the power willingly, although you have taken them away now, you cannot completely transform, is that true?"

Roger's eyes flashed.

"That's right."

The illusory figure admitted, "Look at my current body, just like that world, destruction is a foreseeable thing, and I can even accurately predict everything that happened every moment before the world's demise."

"As accurate as every person, every animal, every leaf."

"Do you want to feel that kind of despair?"

"So what am I, are those memories in my mind about to happen or completely fiction?"

Roger raised his question.

"You are part of me."

"The broken world needs to be repaired. Over the countless years, I have sent out many saviors. Some of them have successfully brought back some fragments of the origin and rules of the world, but more of them have gone without returning."

"Ophelia and Nazero." Roger said two names.

"I remember them. They were the last group I sent out with relatively complete world rules, a powerful warlock with a top dragon."

"From then on, I used all my strength to solidify the whole world. Although this would greatly weaken the abilities I have, I had to do this."

"I have to let the world live longer before they come back as much as possible."

There was no ups and downs in the other party's voice, and at this time a scroll was unfolded in front of Roger's eyes. He saw the bright sunshine, snow-covered valleys, clear streams and small animals passing through the forest.

Everything is so quiet and peaceful, full of vitality.

But the life-filled world in front of me is dead silent.

It's like a freeze-framed picture.

"Stay alive and survive?" Roger smiled.

He thought he would see a world where magma surging and dark.

"This is the last glory. It may be a thousand years or a moment before its destruction."

"And now, the power you can bring back can save it to the greatest extent, and then I can revive it, let the world enter normal circulation, and at the same time activate all my power."

"And then launch an amplitude invasion."

"Based on that door as the passage and the rules you brought back, I will gradually absorb everything from that plane!"

"In the past, when the world rules were relatively complete, I could send out more extraordinary people, but they could only bring back fragmented power. Although there were many people, the speed of repairing still could not catch up with the damaged speed."

“So after I had to solidify the world, I had to choose to cut a part of myself and start over.”

"Your growth takes time, and there are countless variables in the middle, but as long as you can return here, what I can get is no longer the scattered origins and rules."

"But it is a gap, a plane that allows me to do whatever I want!"

"We have no time anymore, this is the last chance."

"The more we recover, the stronger we are, and then we can go further away, everything is moving in a good direction, and we can save our world together."

"That's yours, not mine."

Roger shook his head.

"It's like killing someone to prolong his life, but I care about the ones who die." Roger snorted coldly.

After a long silence, the broken figure tried hard to gather, and then a familiar face appeared.

That was Roger's face.

"I said that you are part of me, we are one."

"If this world is destroyed, you will no longer exist."

"What you care about is not that world, but some people in that world, and I can satisfy you!"

The man raised his hand and, in front of Roger, another picture appeared, familiar castles, familiar buildings, and those kind smiles.

"I thought you prefer ordinary life. Now tell me that as long as you want, I can satisfy you!"

“Where you can stay with your friends forever.”

A series of scenes were staged, but Roger was covered in coldness!

"Enough, it's enough for me to experience such a life once."

"That's it, I accept the fate of death."

"Also, am I the only one?"

Roger felt the same breath as Ophelia in the figure in front of him.

Pure reason and ultimate purpose.

He didn't think that such an important opportunity would be the other party pressing all the chips of victory on him alone.

"There is no one else, this is the limit I can achieve under the current situation. After all, you are different from others."

"And in order to solidify the world, almost all the resources of the entire plane are used up. In your memory, the so-called intersection of celestial bodies is an illusion."

"There is no other world, there is only the last world left in the entire plane, and that world is also on the verge of destruction."

"So you are indeed the only one."

The other party replied.

He was complicated inside. At this time, Roger didn't know what to say, but at this moment he heard another message.

"You are the only one, but this is not the first attempt, but the only success after 283,567 failures in the past."

Hearing this answer, Roger's spirits tense up.

"Should I be honored?"

"What if I fail, what will happen?"

"Initialize, then start from scratch."

"It's really straightforward." Roger sneered.

"Lost all your memories and become an ordinary game otakus?"

"No, you'll throw it away with this part."

Roger felt a chill inexplicably, "The memory of each beginning is different?"

"certainly."

"I said that now our plane is only one world left, but in other destroyed worlds, I have countless samples to choose from."

From the other party's words, Roger quickly realized a deeper meaning.

"That is to say...except for the part that is gamified, is there a part of my memory that is real?"

"Yes."

"But those are not important. Your essence and origin are the starting point of everything. Memory is just a filler, and we are one."

"Filling?" Roger shook his head.

"Maybe memory cannot completely determine a person, but it is by no means a filler in your mouth."

A light shone in Roger's eyes.

"And thank you for the illusory life you simulated for me before, because it made me understand that even if you deprive me of your power, I am not without the power to fight!"
Chapter completed!