Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"But the odds..."

"This time everyone can rest for at least a month, right?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes. "If we all take turns keeping him on 24/7 without rest, plus the power of time reversal, whoever gets pregnant will have to take a break... One hundred million times per person, doesn't seem impossible?"

"What if we use the divine power of 'Pleasure' to increase randomness and probability?" Mu Yuan stirred her drink. "It would become like the lottery, where the probability of winning once might be one in a billion, the next one might be one in a hundred percent, and if you're lucky enough to get a 100% chance of winning, you could succeed on your first try!"

Himeko clapped her hands: "That makes sense! Sylvia can control fate and continuously increase the probability!"

"Great!" Li Xianyu cheered, "Let's start the lottery! I won't die until I win!"

"If my Lord wills, I will be able to conceive a Holy Child, which would be the greatest happiness of my life..."

Felix: "Should I play the lottery too?"

Mu Zimi: "I've never felt happy playing the lottery..."

"Sylvia, do you dare to have a contest with me to see who wins the prize first?"

"What's there to be afraid of! Besides, mine will definitely be a boy!"

"Mu Yuan, do you dare?"

"Eh? I'm just offering a suggestion from a scientific perspective. Including it would be a bit... um..."

"Bugu has already won first place once, what a pity... It's so funny watching you guys fight for first place~~"

"Can I invite my bandmates to come along? They're all so cute..."

"No!" ×8

"Hmph, in the end, only I will be able to give birth to a son to inherit immortality. You can take your time to fight over him."

"Oh? That's interesting. How about we have a contest to see who can have the most children?"

"Why don't you dare!"

Seeing everyone so excited, Cheng Cheng's lips twitched, but he ultimately swallowed back the words "I dare not".

It seems I'll have to use the "Hunting" spear that Himegami bestowed upon me tonight.

The door closed, and outside the world, all was peaceful.

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A thousand Amber Ages have passed by in a flash.

At the end of the universe, in the void where time, space, entropy, and death have all lost their meaning, Cheng Cheng is trekking alone.

The old world survives under the guise of "immortality," but "nothingness" slumbers eternally in the shadows—humanity defines "immortality" with meaning, but nothing in the world is ever truly eternal.

The "end" has arrived.

The horizon of existence is torn apart, all meaning is reduced to "nothingness", the gods enter twilight, "beauty" is defiled, "preservation" is shattered into dust, "memory" is forgotten, "harmony" no longer sings, "knowledge" stops calculating, and "joy" loses its laughter.

All living beings decay, and all things return to stillness.

Neither love nor hate can last forever, unless a new world is found at the end of it all.

Before the new world was created, only the "immortal" ark could set sail in that sealess void.

The words of the priests were true. They created the cycle of these two worlds and forged the "immortal" crown simply to "save themselves."

Thus, Cheng Cheng transformed into the immortal black dragon "Nidhogg," carrying all the love and hate of the old world, bearing the grand aspirations of the masses, and roaming the primordial chaos of the undeveloped world—

This eternal war must be brought to a close by Cheng Cheng himself; leading the army in person is the inescapable destiny of the king!

After wandering in that dark destiny for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Cheng finally arrived at the boundary of the void world.

By tearing open the boundaries, He can enter a new world and recreate everything from the past world.

Thinking of this, He did not hesitate for a moment, reached out, lifted the curtain, and stepped across.

What will the new world be like?

He thought.

Perhaps it is a primordial fog of chaos; perhaps it is a singularity where spacetime collapses into one; perhaps it is another eternal cycle; perhaps it is nothing at all, but the observable universe and the various world lines are already the entirety of the story.

But what came into view was an ordinary room—a bed, a desk, a computer, an air conditioner, and the blazing sun and cicada chirping outside the window.

Cheng Cheng walked over curiously. On the computer screen was an unfamiliar software, seemingly an editable document. A white quill pen was imprinted on a blue background, and the name was—

Writer's Assistant

Next to the software, the QQ group window was flashing incessantly, with messages scrolling through it:

"Cuckoo Loves to Eat (Cantonese): I'm so tired..."

The other party is typing: "Move History".

"Black Sheep: Moving History"

"Mr. Fool: Moving History"

"East Rising, West Setting: Serto"

"Shiyu's Successful Abstinence from Pornography - Day 0: Moving History"

"Cuckoo Loves to Eat Cantonese: So much history, I'm so happy..."

"Mengxia: Moving History"

"Xiaomengmeng-sang: @Mengxia: I've already moved it, don't you check the group chat?"

"Mu Yuan: Clam"

"Account has been banned: coo coo coo"

"Innocent girl Li Huowang: Anyway, I couldn't hold back."

"Xiaomengmengsang: @Pure-hearted girl Li Huowang: Inferior author"

"Xiaoman is not a district: Moving history @Tongchuxue"

"Tong Chuxue: @Pure Girl Li Huowang: Low-class author... Pfft, am I promoting your work in the book?"

"Wang Yu Raises an Army: Moving History"

This is a random group chat. Is this some kind of pure history-sharing group?

And these names... why do some of them seem so familiar?

Frowning, Cheng Cheng looked at the document-style software again, clicked to browse, and nearly a million words unfolded before him, each word and sentence...

All of this is His life.

From entering the game cluelessly to shattering the cycle of reincarnation, from strife and struggle to attaining immortality.

Thousands of chapters, a vast destiny, are all written here.

But all the stories are frozen a thousand years before the Amber Age.

The story remains focused on His efforts to have children with his wives.

"what……"

Cheng Cheng seemed to understand everything.

It turns out that the ups and downs, the life and death struggles, and the cycle of fate in the past were just a piece of writing and a story written by the upper-class narrators.

He was once trapped in the game of chess, trapped in the plot, trapped in the fate written by others, powerless to control himself, drifting with the tide, just like a game character controlled by a player...

"Am I going to be controlled by the players too?"

--Do not!

When Cheng Cheng crossed the curtain of the world and was completely elevated from "immortality"...

He has attained true free will that transcends everything, and has achieved true freedom and ease, transcending stories, scripts, and all predetermined destinies and endings!

I control my own life!

Once, He was a character being written about.

From this day forward, He is the one who holds the pen!

Thus, the story has no ending, and the journey has no end.

Because the story that follows will—

As I wrote!

So he sat down at the computer, opened the document, and at the end of the latest chapter, wrote the following:

"Cheng Cheng's story has come to an end, but it also begins anew. Time rolls ever onward, and the journey to 'immortality' is about to turn a new page."

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"Am I Going to Be Controlled by Players Too?" - Main Story - To be continued