Rita skillfully sealed another bottle of You Are Me’s Variational Quicksand.

She absentmindedly tossed the vial up and down in her hand, her gaze unfocused as though lost in thought.

Nivalis looked at her in confusion.

At first, when Rita had begun collecting You Are Me’s Variational Quicksand, there had still been traces of anger and vindictive satisfaction in her heart.

But over time, those emotions gradually faded.

Now all that remained was hesitation and helplessness.

Had reason and instinct finally won out? Had Rita finally come to her senses and decided to stop meddling?

Nivalis’s question pulled Rita out of her thoughts.

She shook her head.

"No. I just realized something."

"You Are Me is also afraid of seeing Deceitful Bloom."

Just as Rita had once guessed, the moment Deceitful Bloom chose to visit You Are Me, she would also be confronting the buried fragment of herself.

That would mean Deceitful Bloom had reconciled with her past.

It would mean she had forgiven the Beacon You Are Me who sacrificed every Vineborne.

And that was absolutely not the Deceitful Bloom You Are Me wanted to see.

The instant Deceitful Bloom appeared within You Are Me’s Graveyard of Bones would also be the moment she completely withered, decayed, and died inside Beacon You Are Me’s heart.

What a contradiction.

You Are Me spent every day waiting for someone she desperately never wanted to meet again.

No one feared seeing Deceitful Bloom in her timeline more than she did.

And the "answer" Rita intended to bring back would not hurt Beacon You Are Me at all.

If anything, it would make her even more fanatical.

Even more convinced that her choice back then had been correct.

If Rita really placed all three hundred bottles of Variational Quicksand in front of her and said, "I visited every timeline. None of the Deceitful Blooms came to see you," then You Are Me would probably burst out laughing on the spot.

Nivalis stared at her with a deeply complicated expression.

"That’s unbelievably messed up."

Rita laughed at both her tone and expression. She caught the falling bottle of Variational Quicksand in one hand and sighed with amusement.

"They’re Vineborne."

She cast one final glance toward You Are Me, who stood watering flowers beside the flower fields, before leaving that Graveyard of Bones behind.

The journey continued.

Rita explored each timeline like she was uncovering hidden story routes inside a game.

After wandering for a long time, she unexpectedly found a timeline where Beacon had never been destroyed.

The key divergence point lay in the world that invaded Beacon.

A peaceful world named [Dummy].

The Autumn Deer of Dummy had no desire for war whatsoever. He only wanted to occupy an invasion slot somewhere.

The two worlds coexisted peacefully for many years.

The invasion-sequence dungeon eventually became a trade route. Vineborne and Autumn Deer even cooperated during Divine Games.

But the consequence was equally obvious.

Neither world survived the First Bell.

Rita recorded every timeline’s story as side Chapters inside the World Sigh.

At the same time, she stripped away the "authority" from every timeline.

That was the new name she had given those mysterious fragments of order.

Long ago, after fully absorbing the authority from Undead Wildfire’s timeline, she no longer needed worlds as intermediaries to steal authority.

Simply releasing the World Sigh was enough.

The World Sigh would unfold its pages and circle around the floating blue fragments.

Stories from countless worlds appeared upon its pages, and the corresponding fragments would voluntarily drift into the book.

But even after traveling through more than half of the surviving timelines, Rita still failed to discover the slightest clue regarding the unknown enemy.

Was it a true god existing on a higher level?

Or some indescribable unknown entity?

Rita recorded the divine talent abilities of every god across all timelines into the World Sigh.

But her attitude toward those powers had completely changed from the excitement she once felt.

She now fully viewed herself as a recorder of history.

Those abilities were useful, certainly.

But none of them surpassed the skills and understanding she had personally developed across these endless years.

Nor were they more valuable than her own abilities.

Not only had she recorded countless powers, she had also accumulated an overwhelming amount of knowledge through constant writing.

Racial cultures.

Academic disciplines.

Magical theory.

Etiquette from every civilization.

Rita’s temperament gradually settled.

Compared to the warrior she once was, she now resembled a scholar who had lived thousands of years and witnessed the rise and fall of the world itself.

Nivalis often sighed emotionally.

"If Holy Cup saw you now, she definitely wouldn’t call you a delinquent anymore."

B80 immediately added,

"Now you look more like the delinquent she was talking about."

After finishing her journey across all timelines, Rita felt her talent reach a certain limit.

[Incomplete Order Talent: "Sovereign"]

(Current Progress: 99.9% | Soul Fire: 93831/100000)

[Ability One] Save & Load

[Ability Two] Establish Rules

[Ability Three] New Order (Passive)

[Ability Four] Pause Game

[Ability Five] ???

The fifth ability had appeared.

But it remained hidden behind a veil of fog.

Was it because she still lacked that final 0.1% of understanding?

She had Sovereigned Starsea and Quiet Mountain.

Sovereigned timelines.

Sovereigned her own fate.

And yet she still lacked 0.1%.

What exactly was missing?

If the previous abilities represented Save, Load, Settings, and Pause, all concepts tied to games...

Then what would the final ability be?

Restart?

Create Character?

Or perhaps...

The missing 0.1% lay precisely there.

Just as the unknown entity created Starsea and Quiet Mountain, forcing them into endless games against one another, perhaps Rita herself also needed to create a game before her order could become complete.

Her ideals.

Her desires.

The truths within her heart.

Those things would determine what the final ability became.

Rita cast one last glance at the BS of this timeline before bringing Nivalis, B80, and the six deputy captains back to her own timeline.

Everything remained exactly as it had been when she left.

Everyone was still attending lessons.

QM Lynx Duke and QM Deceitful Bloom still sat beside the tea table, seriously contemplating what price could possibly move Starsea Rita.

Rita opened the World Sigh and released the worlds back into reality one by one.

Then she picked up the tea cup on the table and took a slow sip.

Time resumed flowing.

And the instant it did, every player and god aboard the ship looked over with grave expressions.

BS Rita had changed.

The pressure of years and time itself settled around her like an ocean.

She merely sat there, yet her presence alone suppressed both QM Lynx Duke and QM Deceitful Bloom.

Where had she gone?

How much time had she experienced alone?

Rita was the first to break the silence.

"I can allow Quiet Mountain players aboard the ship." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"My condition is simple."

Not only did QM Lynx Duke and QM Deceitful Bloom listen carefully, but every player aboard the ship who had been busy moments ago suddenly tilted their heads and shamelessly eavesdropped.

"I will abolish the authorities of Starsea and Quiet Mountain."

"From this point onward, there will no longer be Divine Game or Demon Games."

It sounded like a joke.

Yet the moment those words were spoken, they became world law.

Above Quiet Mountain’s skies, two voices rang out simultaneously.

[Divine Game permanently terminated]

[Demon Game permanently terminated]

Immediately afterward, the two voices merged into one and spoke together with Rita.

"Next, I will host an Adjudicator Game."

"Quiet Mountain gods and Quiet Mountain players may board the ship."

"You are forbidden from refusing requests for guidance from Starsea players."

"I will pause the game and grant everyone one hundred years."

"One hundred years later, Adjudicator Start the Game."

"Everyone will obey my rules."

"These are the conditions for boarding the ship."

She lacked nothing anymore.

What she needed now were players for her game.