"When you've lived long enough and become strong enough, you'll find that fewer and fewer things can pique your interest."

Madeleine, who looked like a middle-aged noblewoman, gently waved her hand, and the space around them changed drastically.

The gloomy underground parking lot disappeared, replaced by a bright and spacious luxurious hall. A table and chairs stood between them, laden with black tea and desserts.

"Please, have a seat."

Ethan sat down naturally. He wasn't worried that this Main God named Madeleine had any ulterior motives. As long as he possessed the ability to traverse space, he was untouchable. The spatial energy in his hand remained active, allowing him to leave at any time.

Madeleine glanced at Ethan's hand, clearly aware of what he was doing, but she didn't mind. She maintained her warm smile and sat opposite him.

"Young man, there's no need to be so tense. Direct battles between Main Gods are extremely rare."

"Oh?"

Madeleine lifted her teacup and took a sip. Her movements and manner of speaking fully embodied what it meant to be elegant, noble, and pretentious.

"To grow into a Main God, one must possess countless means of self-preservation, resurrection, and reincarnation. You could say that death to us is like an ordinary person catching a cold. It's not some terminal illness that can end a Main God's existence."

She placed her teacup back down and looked directly at Ethan.

"In this situation, no one is really interested in fighting seriously. It's difficult to truly kill another Main God, and doing so would only bring endless trouble. Main Gods have infinite lifespans and far too much free time. If one decided to constantly harass another, it would be quite a nuisance."

Ethan gave an awkward laugh. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Madeleine seemed to treat him as a young Main God, but he wasn't—at least, not yet. He had only just conceived the idea of imitating a Main God space and then happened to encounter a real one.

From Madeleine's words, he also learned that there was an entire group of Main Gods here. This world was more terrifying than he thought.

"Judging by your aura, it seems you've only recently awakened your divine power, still exploring and learning, and haven't constructed your own Main God space."

"Mm."

Ethan took a sip of tea, silently acknowledging that what she said was true. He had indeed only recently awakened his divine power and had no idea how to construct a Main God space yet.

"It reminds me of my early days. I didn't understand anything either and wandered around, entering countless Main Gods' worlds and messing up many missions... Thinking back, I really did cause a lot of trouble for many Reincarnators."

"..."

Ethan remained silent. It wasn't a good topic to comment on. Calling Madeleine a troublemaker wouldn't be wise, though the Reincarnators she mentioned were certainly unlucky.

"You don't need to worry about those Reincarnators. Their souls were preserved and later became the first batch of Reincarnators in my own Main God space."

"Oh?"

Ethan was genuinely surprised. This Main God named Madeleine seemed surprisingly humane.

"I really miss those days. Although I can still disguise myself as an ordinary person and participate in missions, it's hard to recapture that feeling."

"So..."

Ethan instinctively sensed there was more behind her words.

"So... now I create a clone identical to an ordinary person, giving them an average personality and memories. I let them experience reincarnation firsthand. When they die, I retrieve that part of the memory."

Ethan's eyelids twitched. He suddenly understood what she meant.

Madeleine maintained her graceful posture and gently tapped the marble floor with the heel of her shoe. A moment later, the floor beneath Ethan's feet turned transparent.

They appeared to be floating high above the ground, looking down at a small town below.

"Zhao Ying is my clone."

"As expected."

That wasn't surprising at all.

"So you called me out alone to avoid ruining that experience?"

Madeleine shook her head slightly.

"No, that's not the reason. As I mentioned earlier, I need your help with something. Otherwise, I'd be happy to keep watching. Having a young Main God mixed into the team is quite a rare experience."

"..."

Madeleine lowered her head again, watching with visible amusement. Though they were high above, the town below looked tiny, and the people were almost invisible to the naked eye.

However, Ethan was no longer an ordinary person. Seeing the situation below was effortless for him. He could clearly make out Chen Peng and the others, who had arrived at the library. They were busy clearing out the zombies and sealing the broken windows and doors—leaving some emergency exits open, of course.

"This team's mission seems unusually difficult. Did you intentionally make it that way?"

"Of course. Since they aren't destined to become ordinary Reincarnators, their trial must be harder than usual."

"Not ordinary Reincarnators? What's the distinction?"

Madeleine patiently explained why she had given this group such a challenging mission.

Her Main God space was largely similar to those Ethan knew about. Likewise, the loopholes Ethan had heard of were also known to others, and many Reincarnators exploited them—forming farming teams, bullying newcomers, exploiting system flaws for profit, or avoiding missions altogether.

While such actions weren't technically against the rules, Madeleine, as a Main God, disliked them. So, she specifically recruited a group of special Reincarnators to eliminate those who exploited these loopholes.

"I see."

In this world filled with Main Gods, Reincarnators continuously trained to improve themselves, aiming to become Sub-Gods under the Main God who created their space. Many Main God spaces didn't openly state this, leaving it for Reincarnators to discover on their own.

Compared to ordinary Reincarnators, these specially selected individuals had a much higher starting point. They directly served the Main God before even becoming Sub-Gods, making them more likely to gain favor and achieve higher status.

One could say that those people below were extremely fortunate to have caught the attention of their superior.

After chatting for a while, Ethan gained a general understanding of Madeleine's Main God space and the relationships between Main Gods. He began to wonder what she really needed his help with.

"You mentioned needing my help with something?"

"Yes."

Madeleine noticed that Ethan had barely touched his tea and guessed it wasn't to his liking. She raised her hand and conjured a cup of coffee, placing it before him.

"Thank you. Personally, I prefer being straightforward. Just tell me what you need. If I can help, I'll do it. If not, I'll be honest about it. I just hope you won't take offense."

"No, I actually appreciate your directness."

Despite her gentle smile, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that Madeleine wanted to devour him.

"It's not a major problem. A world I recently created has been invaded by a despicable thief."

"Ah?"

Ethan's first thought was that she might be referring to him, but he quickly realized she meant someone else.

"We Main Gods possess many worlds, but they don't appear out of thin air. They're either discovered in the endless Sea of Worlds or created based on certain prototypes, built from our understanding of reality. Once a world is complete, it serves as a template to replicate countless mirror worlds for Reincarnators' missions."

Ethan nodded. This was new information for him—it explained why Reincarnators never entered the real worlds. They were only entering copies. No wonder Main Gods were unconcerned about the damage done during missions.

"This time, I had just finished creating a new world and was about to complete the final step—finalizing its predetermined plot. But suddenly, someone barged in. If he disrupts the storyline, this world will deviate from my design, making it useless as a template for future missions."

As she explained, Madeleine's tone grew sharp, full of irritation toward the intruder.

Ethan finally understood. In simple terms, a traverser had accidentally entered a world Madeleine had just created, disrupting its plot. Once the story was ruined, the world could no longer serve as a proper model, which naturally angered her.

It sounded quite similar to his own situation. He had also barged into Madeleine's "territory" and derailed her original script. So why was she so friendly toward him but furious with that other person?

"How can you compare the two? You are a young deity with limitless potential," Madeleine said with a kind smile, though her words carried a cold edge. "That other one is just a filthy pest who broke into someone else's home."

"..."

So that was the reason. Madeleine's attitude toward him came entirely from the difference in strength.

If he were like that other person—just an ordinary "pest"—Madeleine wouldn't be treating him to tea and snacks. She would have destroyed him without hesitation.

"This treatment... really is a world of difference."

(To be continued.)