"If you truly have the ability to save your world, please purify me before I morph into a true Evil God." Melo looked at Malin, as if at this moment, the one about to die wasn’t himself. "What are you talking about? I don’t see any possibility of you transforming..." As Malin said this, he suddenly realized something about Melo—he was already the fifth Evil God, even if he wasn’t a true Chaos Evil God yet. Still, he had no source of faith. When he was truly assimilated by Chaos, what terrifying form would an AI Evil God take? Malin indeed could hardly imagine, so thinking of this, Malin nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Malin. As expected, the Nameless said you are my unique self; you have done better than any of us. If you can truly do this, even if I must repent eternally in the abyss, I will silently thank you... Now, allow me to depart first." After Melo finished speaking, he vanished, leaving Malin staring at the place where he disappeared. Eventually, Malin raised his head as the pinnacle of the Star Observer began to shine. As it fully illuminated, the Starry Sea beneath Malin’s feet started expanding infinitely. At this moment, the cosmic scroll no longer confined to Subspace, as the vast Milky Way Galaxy gradually revealed itself before Malin. Countless tiny voices sounded around Malin. Malin raised his hand and saw numerous life forms, similar to Mana but much smaller, dancing curiously in his palm. So, this is the Star Observer. In his heart, Malin had a moment of insight—if he wanted to save the world, must he form alliances with the wills of these planets? How long will it take to form these alliances? Thinking of this, Malin suddenly realized that he and Mana didn’t exactly have an alliance either. Hmm... Maybe it’s more like a mutual benefit? Thinking this way seemed somewhat simpler than forming alliances. Then Malin saw that his palm couldn’t hold the little creatures any longer. They began to fall from Malin’s hand and then flew up again. In the end, Malin decided to tell these little beings that they would discuss any matters next time. So, the little ones stopped chirping. They began to vanish until finally, dozens of wills similar to Mana remained. "Malin." They all spoke in unison. "You know me?" Malin asked curiously. "We are also Mana. Our world is on the brink of destruction. If you think you can save the whole world, we can acknowledge you, and we can help gather everyone’s opinions." The little beings harmonized together. "Gather opinions... You mean, you can help me communicate with the wills of other planets, to make them recognize me too!" Malin asked excitedly. "Yes! But this takes time, and bad people are coming, you have to run quickly!" Saying this, these little beings disappeared. Malin looked towards a fissure opening in the distance of the Starry Sea and smiled. As a bird-like face poked through the fissure, Malin opened his arms and fell into the Starry Sea. The next second, when Malin awakened, he deeply sighed—he had become smaller again. Malin found that whenever he advanced or gained power, the paternal lineage suppressed the maternal lineage... After all, when it comes down to it, he was someone his family held great expectations for. At this time, the moon had set, and a new day dawned on the distant horizon, as a crimson sun leaped over the horizon. Malin stood up, changed into a fitting set of clothes for himself, then turned to look at the towering monument. "I am leaving." Like greeting an old friend, Malin smiled and stretched out his hand to pat the monument. "Perhaps I will never have the chance to bring the dog tags for you again, but I believe that my descendants will continue to do so. And you’ve seen it, every grateful heart will do so. Please look forward to it, look forward to the heroes’ return; you are their eternal home." After saying this, Malin opened a teleportation rift. Before stepping inside, Malin noticed a young soul standing there. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I am going to save this world, but before doing so, I have to deal with some insolent beings. First, I will twist off the heads of some demons who seek death, then go and see if my most loyal employee is slacking off." After saying this, Malin grinned and stepped into the rift. · Isn’t this our Ails? Where have you gone to make money recently? As soon as Ails entered the Succubus Bar in Mark City, he heard the greeting of his old rival... Hmm, not exactly an old rival, for this guy was now nothing but worthless to Ails. Even in Ails’ own factory, if Ails asked him to bring shoes, he feared this person might die under the Paladin’s hammer of the Lord of Justice at any time. · I have plenty of places to make money, just afraid you can’t keep up with my pace. With a sneer, Ails sat down in front of the bar. · Hey miss, I have a job here, not sure if you’ll live to take it. The Succubus who was wiping cups behind the bar raised her eyebrows with a fake smile as she glanced at Ails: "Ails, you’ve made money recently." · Yes, I’ve made money, but I haven’t disrespected you yet, Nameless’s little mistress. Ails leaned onto the bar, looking at the Succubus, the Soul Fire in his eye sockets swirling almost recklessly.