I am Jinshan Youxia

The man touched his head, and more 'feelings' came over him.

To ensure that his human mind remained intact, he chose to allow this body, which was born to symbolize infinity, to grow infinitely, starting from the concept of "humanity."

Correspondingly, some of his past perspectives, perceptions, and a large number of memories that are beyond the capacity of the human mind at this stage are sealed away and gradually leak out as he grows.

growing up?

The man felt his strength and senses surging wildly with every breath he took—

Growth rate measured in seconds?

He found it somewhat absurd; as his power grew, memories of how to control it surfaced, and he did not lose control again.

"Whoosh!" The energy permeating the air was drawn into his body, filling him with boundless energy.

Regaining energy?

Qi, True Qi, True Essence, Magic Power, Immortal Power, Battle Qi, Spiritual Power, Mental Strength...

More and more energy is being evolved.

The man understood for certain that this body was forged by his past self into a collection of rules adapted to different systems, with all his clones being melted down. Each power corresponded to the rules of a world, and with infinite enhancement, it had endless uses. When these powers were combined, they were practically omnipotent.

[A clone?] He scratched his head. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, but after transmigrating, he seemed to have become an extraordinary figure.

It must all be thanks to my hard work!

The man nodded seriously. He had been a very hardworking person in his past life, but unfortunately, his life was still a mess despite his efforts. In a world with extraordinary powers, he might be able to make a name for himself through hard work.

"Suiko, check the world's operational status," he said, almost as if possessed.

"Yes, Lord Rat God," Midori replied.

[The world? Wow!]

The man looked surprised. He could understand the words and phrases that popped into his head, and he knew they were the "contingency plan" he had left behind, but what about controlling an entire world?

Just like the protagonist or final boss at the end of a fantasy novel.

Um, I'm probably not some kind of villainous boss.

He thought about it with some uncertainty.

I don't think so. I've always been a good person. Before I transmigrated, I donated 100 yuan every month when I got my salary, and I would do a good deed every week. Occasionally, when I was in a good mood, I would do two good deeds.

He mainly loved reading martial arts novels as a child and admired heroes. He was obsessed with martial arts novels and martial arts every day. His junior high school classmates even gave him the nickname "Hero".

If he weren't forced by life's circumstances, he would really like to be a wandering knight-errant, doing things he wants to do and helping people in need.

He seems like a really good person no matter how you look at him; he'd still be a good person even if he time-traveled.

As I continue to grow, a jumble of memories floods my mind: cries, curses, and eyes filled with hatred and anger.

perhaps?

"..."

The man looked around, afraid that some righteous protagonist would suddenly appear and take him down on the spot.

In addition, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and guilty. If he had really hurt so many people, he must remember to atone for his sins and make amends to them.

He kept repeating it to himself, hoping he wouldn't forget.

"Never forget yourself."

The man has seen many people whose faces have been completely changed by power. In movies, TV shows, and games, he doesn't want to be one of the idiots he has criticized countless times.

As he was pondering this with a sense of unease, Cui Zi's voice came through: "[Lord Rat God, the world is functioning well, but several rule conflicts have arisen, among which 197,223 urgently need to be resolved...]"

"..."

The man found himself speechless too easily. Where was the cool and aloof demeanor he was supposed to project as a villainous boss? Why did he suddenly feel like a miserable programmer?

However, he knew why there were so many rule conflicts. Originally, each independent world and each set of independent rules had bugs and messy code, but they were still functional. After all the worlds interacted, the problems increased exponentially.

Moreover, as the interaction deepened, Shit Mountain simply couldn't describe such a huge lump of stuff. If he had to give it a name, he would call it:

The world of shit.

A world like shit.

If it weren't for his ability to lock down the infinite multiverse within him, preventing the freely interacting worlds from collapsing...

An infinite multiverse?

The man paused for a moment, and some memories surfaced:

World collapses → Save the world → Devour a large number of worlds → The size of the white ball world becomes too large, information spreads → Infinite worlds continue to take shape internally, upgrading to the [Infinite Multiverse].

An infinite multiverse within my body?

He was somewhat surprised, and his consciousness sank in.

He knows all worlds clearly: games, comics, anime, novels, movies, TV series, and so on. Every second, these worlds create more parallel worlds because of the constant flow of information. This is the "infinity".

"Information constitutes the world. The information I know captures the world, logs into the world, devours the world, and accommodates its rules. The white ball world becomes my infinite multiverse, creating a body, spreading information, deploying all the clones representing infinity, absorbing the multiverse, and using infinity to support the main body..."

"Should I be called something like 'Heavenly Way' or 'God'?"

The man muttered to himself, having understood everything, and then remembered: "The purpose of creating a body is to allow myself to perceive things personally, instead of hanging in the void. After a brief period of enjoyment, I will embark on the journey to the [unknown] world."

"Perhaps I don't need to go into completely unfamiliar information; I can just use some of the terms to search and access it. Information from the unknown world can continuously expand my infinite multiverse, allowing me to achieve new growth..."

"If I don't grow, I will die."

He concluded that he could not grow indefinitely. As a "personality," he could not meet the infinite growth rules of the physical body, and would revert to his divine form.

Ontology?

So I'm not human after all?

The ending will probably be released after the New Year...

I spent a day revising it this year, and it all felt terrible. Although I decided to make the ending free, it's so bad that I'm a little embarrassed to release it.

I was planning to release the new book tomorrow, but after talking to a friend, they told me that they can't sign any contracts during the Chinese New Year period, and traffic is particularly low, so I should wait until after the New Year... I guess I'll release it after the New Year anyway.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to everyone!

I just finished chatting with my friends and took a moment to post this.

The book should be released in the third year of junior high school, or at the latest, the fourth year.

The next book might be a little later, but not by more than a few days.

I'm ashamed to say I have to go back to relying on my past work. I'll probably write another Naruto book. The original ones I wrote felt pretty ordinary, and while I had an idea for the multiverse one, my friend said it was just so-so. After thinking it over, I've decided to write another Naruto book, at least to earn some royalties. I'll let everyone judge how it turns out when it's finished.

Kingsoft Ranger

Death?

He felt no fear when he thought about the word and its meaning.

But some things are heavier than death.

The man calmly pondered that if the infinite lives of the infinite multiverse were all on his shoulders, the responsibility would be far more terrifying than death.

However, in order to prevent the world from being destroyed, God must go to other worlds to strive to become stronger?

He found the thought of this somewhat absurd.

That being said, he felt no sense of reality whatsoever. After all, he only had a vague understanding of what had happened, so how could he empathize with the worlds within his own body?

"Lord Rat God?" Midori's voice began to blur, "Your..."

Because my power is too great, I cannot be anchored.

The man listened quietly, his mind racing with thoughts. This woman was communicating with him through the transmission of information, able to convey her location even across worlds.

Essentially, it's a capability for information flow and location. The world actually possesses this capability, but it lacks self-reliance and rarely uses it externally. Instead, it's often used to shield against things that could cause the world to collapse during information flow.

Um, things that cause the world to collapse?

He was a little puzzled as to why he had thought of that, and then returned to normal thinking.

For others, the increase in strength is simply power, but for him it is the gradual mastery of his true power, from control to character, from the inside out, everything grows together.

The most basic sign of transcending the world is having complete control over one's own information. Without control over one's own information, one cannot completely break free from one's own world, let alone freely enter other worlds.

The most basic ability is to control one's own information from being leaked to the outside world and to transform it into the basic information that constitutes one's own existence.

This basic information is also called the "true name" in many worlds. However, what transcendent beings possess is not the ability to discover true names, but to create them, to manufacture their own true names.

Once you have the ability to condense information, you won't be anchored by others using information, and the world won't be either.

Midori is only a part of a flawed world, so she is even less capable of doing so.

As the man thought about this, even more memories suddenly flooded back.

Memories of the world of Inuyasha.

Then a continuous stream of sounds flooded into his mind.

May my family be blessed with abundant wealth this year. (A gift from the Golden Rat.)

【O God of Yokai, bestow your blessings!】

[Homage to the exorcist's guardian spirit, please...]

The man paused for a moment, then naturally contacted the source of information who had been searching for him.

"Cuizi." His voice was no longer as blank as before, but rather steady.

“Link to the multiverse console”.

"Woo-fu!"

A canine cheer erupted, and then a virtual panel appeared before the man's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a man and a woman arrived following the information, and the silver-haired man knelt on one knee: