He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 376 Nuwa: I only did a tiny, insignificant little bit of work.
East District, Gate 32.

Nuwa's Heaven.

Unlike the outer gate where the Thousand Eyes headquarters has entered the modern era, Nuwa Heaven still retains a considerable degree of primitive flavor.

Towering trees tens of thousands of feet high, and mountains layered upon each other, their outlines obscured.

And those giant beasts that walk on the earth and cause earthquakes from time to time, I'm afraid even a four-figure sum would only be enough to barely survive here.

Meanwhile, at the very center of this world, in a secluded courtyard atop the highest peak.

A quirky, ancient-style girl dressed in a pale yellow dress suddenly appeared at the entrance of the villa. She glanced at the sign that read "Closed for Seclusion" hanging on the gate, and then paced furtively at the entrance.

Meanwhile, inside the room behind the door.

The young man playing the zither suddenly raised an eyebrow, but then calmly continued playing.

There was a bang.

Along with the sound of the door collapsing, Nuwa's embarrassed voice rang out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect your door to be so fragile."

"Fix the door yourself, don't make me have to say it a second time."

Upon hearing Fuxi's words, Nuwa, who had already entered, stuck out her tongue, turned around, and casually hoisted the door shut, completely ignoring its precarious state.

That's why they say the door fell down with just a light touch from her.
At this moment, Fuxi also put down his zither, stood up, and looked at Nuwa speechlessly.

"You call this fixed?"

"of course."

Nuwa pointed to the gate with a righteous air and said.

"Isn't the door right in the door frame? What's wrong with it?"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi looked at the wooden door that had been blown down by a gust of wind and made a sound again, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing this, Nuwa turned her head away somewhat embarrassed.

“Fuxi, you know me. I’m not good at these delicate tasks at all.”

Seeing Nuwa's expression, Fuxi shook his head helplessly.

"I really wonder what your descendants will think when they see you like this."

Although her main cultivation path is the Great Dao of Creation, her younger sister is somewhat lacking in patience.

It's like when you're creating a human being, after enthusiastically shaping a few, you can't resist anymore, so you find a twig and throw it out.

But it is precisely women who have no patience and are only enthusiastic for a short time who are able to cultivate the most patience and talent-intensive skill, "Creation," to its peak.

Originally, Nuwa only wanted to find a way to enhance her physical abilities, but she accidentally achieved the Great Dao of Creation.

Tell me, aren't you angry?

"I want you to take care of it?"

Nuwa muttered annoyedly, glared at Fuxi, and then plopped down in Fuxi's seat.

"Besides, I have something important I need your help with this time."

Seeing that Nuwa had taken his seat, Fuxi didn't say anything. He simply walked over, pulled out a chair, adjusted the hem of his robe, and sat down opposite Nuwa.

"Are you sure this is important business, or something you've messed up that I need to clean up after?"

Upon hearing the words "troublemaker," Nuwa slammed her hand on the table.

"I didn't cause any trouble, don't you believe me?"

Fuxi then poured himself a cup of tea and blew on it to warm it.

"So you're planning to dump the work that was originally yours on me, is that it?"

Upon hearing Fuxi unconsciously reveal the truth, Nuwa looked away a short distance.

"...Um...why do you always think I only come to you when I have something to say?"

"Can't I just come and hang out with you when I'm bored?"

"Of course, so are you here to visit me?"

Fuxi put down his teacup and looked at Nuwa with a half-smile.

Having been siblings with Nuwa for countless millennia, how could he not understand what Nuwa was thinking? If she wanted to play with him, would Nuwa be so secretive?
Instead of kicking down the door openly and honestly?

"Ahem, okay, I admit I came to see you about something."

Seeing that she could no longer hide it, Nuwa took the tea that Fuxi had poured for her and drank it down in one gulp.

“I recently took on a job with Alpha.”

"so what?"

Fuxi rolled his eyes and pointed to his mountain of documents.

“Those were all things you decided to do on a whim, and I haven’t finished dealing with them yet.”

"The Humanitarian Revival Plan, the Spiritual Energy Restoration Program, the Mythical Beasts Completion Plan from the Classic of Mountains and Seas... Which of these do you truly intend to seriously complete?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that because of Yavi, and because of the previous experiments, we have been forbidden from interfering with human history in any way."

Thinking of the mess Nuwa had made before, Fuxi couldn't help but sigh.

"What are you planning to do now?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa pursed her lips, revealing two dimples on her profile, looking as obedient as a primary school student whose parents had been called upon by the teacher. She waited until Fuxi finished sighing before speaking.

"Don't worry, this is definitely serious business. It's a big plan from Alpha."

Fuxi's lips twitched. Although he was reluctant to agree, he was ultimately living under someone else's roof, and he had to accept Alpha's kindness.

And who made Nuwa agree so readily?

In the end, he was the one who suffered. Rather than believing that Nuwa would work hard, he should believe that he would finish his work someday.

"So what kind of 'big plan' is it?"

Fuxi asked without looking up, knowing he couldn't offer help without understanding the situation.

And what about Alpha's plan? Although it's unknown how much Nuwa embellished it, it certainly piqued Fuxi's curiosity.

"It's nothing much, it's just that we plan to use 'simulated star creation' to encapsulate the possibility of it belonging to human history, and to back up human history."

Nuwa paused here, pondered for a moment, and then added.

"How about we complete the task of establishing solar sovereignty while we're at it?"

For them, the former is more important. As for completing the "Sun," that's a minor matter, since the "Sun" already has an owner.

Moreover, when needed, taking it over for research is no trouble at all; it's just a matter of a few words.

"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Fuxi fell into a moment of thought.

"Wouldn't this be a way to completely liberate human history? Perhaps it can help us avoid the inevitable end of the miniature garden."

The original sandbox was merely a third observation point created by Alpha and Omega, located outside countless universes, possessing only the function of observation.

Moreover, this observation is mutual, without interference or influence, allowing humans to observe the miniature garden in the dark, thus forming the earliest myths.

The gods of the miniature garden can also use this to restrain their own existence and gain influence and merit.

However, the relationship between the two sides is not so closely bound, and the gods of the miniature garden have neither the right nor the ability to influence the observed world.

In the beginning, humans and gods were actually equal, and there was no idea that one was superior to the other.

Until the Mother Goddess, determined to guide humanity forward, appeared, because the gods were born of humankind, yet were superior to humankind.

Gods are far purer than humans, whether in good or evil; the Mother of the Good Gods is a prime example.

She couldn't bear to see countless people in countless worlds living a primitive, bloodthirsty life without divine guidance, and not knowing how to develop.

At that time, the world observed in the miniature garden, apart from a few that had developed civilization, was actually still in a primitive era, and even the human race had not yet been born.

There are many even more ancient and bizarre worlds.

Thus, amidst the cheers and anticipation of the benevolent gods, the Mother Goddess created the mechanism for guiding human history, also known as the historical transition period.

Finally, the balance between humans and gods was broken, and the answer to the initial question of the sandbox creation, "Did God create humans or did humans create gods?" gradually shifted.

As a result, human history gradually became a plaything of the gods, and anyone could arbitrarily guide and interfere with the course of human history, until the emergence of dystopia.

It can only be said that when it comes to doing bad things, the benevolent gods are stronger. After all, they can unite as one, and once the general direction goes wrong, the damage and impact are even more terrifying.

Moreover, who could have imagined that the practice of using rivets to bind history during a period of historical transition would have such a significant impact?
The benevolent gods back then were perhaps too optimistic and overconfident.

However, that historical transition period has long since become the most crucial link in the central structure of the sandbox, and this mechanism cannot be shaken unless the sandbox is destroyed.

But what if the miniature garden is destroyed? When the miniature garden's central nervous system observes its own end, human history will also observe the miniature garden's end, leading to a chain reaction that causes both sides to perish.

The relationship between the miniature garden and human history is now quite awkward. Human history would rather perish together with the miniature garden than continue the previous relationship.

The situation reached a stalemate for a while.

This is also the most fundamental reason for the current situation in the sandbox. While interfering with human history has many benefits, it can also easily backfire.

"But what are Your Majesty's plans?"

Fuxi glanced at Nuwa, then stroked his chin and said.

"The current plan seems to be a 50/50 split, right?"

"The twelve equatorial planets represent humanity's future, a future where humanity breaks free from all constraints and shines alongside the gods."

Nuwa pondered for a moment, recalling the plan that Kurima had told her.

"Then the twelve zodiac signs belong to the gods, and under their guidance, humanity has realized its own value."

There is no clear superiority or inferiority between the two; one is the possibility of human self-effort, while the other is the bloodline set by the gods.

After all, you can't expect people in every world and every era to reach the pinnacle on their own.

This, in turn, can guarantee humanity's freedom to grow independently and seek divine protection.

Nuwa had no objection to this. As the mother of humankind, she was well aware of the limits and boundaries of humanity.

This situation, where both the upper and lower limits are guaranteed, is quite good.

"That's it..."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi couldn't help but nod. Alpha's thoughts were pretty much the same as his.

Although, all he wanted to do was find a way to destroy the human history convergence mechanism of this miniature garden, and then let the humans of countless worlds live and die on their own.

He never thought of drawing a bottom line.

After all, in his view, humans should rely on their own efforts, rather than on the blessings of the gods.

Back in the primitive era, he and Nuwa didn't have any great gods to help them; they earned their reputation entirely through his cunning and Nuwa's iron fists.

At that time, there wasn't even a proper growth system. It was only by forging a path to strength from scratch that Nuwa's path became a creation.

What could be more in line with the definition of creation than this?
Thinking of this, Fuxi also emerged from his memories, looked at Nuwa meaningfully, and sighed.

"But... Furihi, it seems you've gotten into trouble again?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's expression froze, and she quickly puffed out her cheeks, looking at Fuxi angrily.

"Hey, how did I get into trouble this time? I've been behaving myself lately!"

"is it?"

Fuxi looked at Nuwa meaningfully, then gently picked up a newspaper from the table and pointed to the headline, "The Holy Son and the Holy Mother Fight: Where is the Future of Christianity Headed?"

"What's going on?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa pursed her lips, her expression immediately falling, and she pointed at her index finger like a primary school student.

"I only made a tiny, insignificant contribution."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.

"You call this a trivial contribution? Yawei is almost ready to become the One God?"

"Ahem, how would I know that little Su Nian came up with such a plan?"

Nuwa coughed awkwardly and tried to explain herself.

"How was I supposed to know that Yawei was so resilient? Liu Er just borrowed her power and ended up waking her up."

Nuwa was referring to the time when the Six-Eared Macaque, in the City of Flame, used Pest's Black Death spirit to create a dystopian world, and accidentally woke up Yawei, who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Upon hearing this, Fuxi remained silent, simply gazing at Nuwa.

I'll just watch you quietly, waiting to see when you'll explain yourself clearly.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by Fuxi's deep gaze, Nuwa gradually lost her confidence and couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

“Okay, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have reminded Yavi of people whose lives are not as good as those in a dystopian society.”

Nuwa felt wronged as well. She clearly wanted to remind Yawei that Su Nian's plan was to patch up the interference of the Little Garden in human history, essentially reconstructing the relationship between human history and the Little Garden.

But who could have imagined that Yawei would be so obsessed?

Heaven knows that her thought process actually involved wanting to become the only god, turning all of human history and the countless worlds observed in the miniature garden into her flock.

After all, Yawei didn't trust the bottom line of the gods of the Little Garden, and after all, this achievement was a valuable thing.

Therefore, instead of entrusting the other half of human history to the gods for guidance, it is better to transform these gods into her.

Yavi had vivid memories of the lessons learned from the dystopian past, and she didn't think those who had tasted the benefits of success in the Little Garden would be content.
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I went out for a physical exam today and was busy all day, so this is only one update. I don't have time.

(End of this chapter)