A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

Following this line of thought, Qianyu suddenly realized...

Black energy is the yin of this world, forming the two ends of the yin-yang balance with righteous energy.

The second sentence he wrote in the annals of history is tantamount to permanently banishing the black energy from existence from the perspective of causality.

With the black energy gone, the yin energy collapsed, and the righteous energy lost its balance.

The source of the cathode was completely severed, and the yin-yang balance at the bottom of the world collapsed with a roar.

The righteous energy, which was originally meant to counterbalance the dark energy, went completely berserk after losing its opponent.

Just like the water on the other side of a dam suddenly disappearing, the water on this side will instantly break through all obstacles and flood everything.

And he, Kazama Chiba, as the single being with the highest concentration of righteousness in the world, as Ultraman Tiga who had just reaped the light of faith from an entire city under the spotlight...

It's like he dug himself a bottomless pit and then conveniently buried it all in.

But Chiyu is Chiyu after all.

After a brief period of frustration, his doubts returned to the forefront.

"Wait, that's not right."

Chiyu suddenly realized, "If I really wrote away the dark energy, then why was I still able to receive feedback from it through Asagiri Aya's battles before?"

The voice finally offered an explanation.

"Because your first sentence was 'All things in the world have returned to their former order.' The effect of this sentence on the law of causality is a reset. It forcibly reset the yin-yang balance of the world to a stable state."

"So even though the second sentence banished the dark energy at its source, the first sentence still preserved the last spark necessary to maintain balance. To put it another way, the first sentence left the last bit of water in the pond, but the second sentence welded all the inlets shut."

"I see." Qianyu understood.

The water is still there, but it's only flowing out and not coming in; every drop used is a drop less.

Light Yagami died too quickly and too thoroughly today, which is equivalent to draining the last bit of black energy from the well.

"Yes."

The mature voice calmly delivered the final summary.

"Therefore, once the balance of yin and yang is broken, the black qi, which has lost its ability to regenerate, will be completely submerged by the ever-growing righteous qi."

The Truth Behind Chapter 261

After thoroughly understanding the whole story, Qianyu didn't let herself linger in the mire of self-loathing for too long.

The biggest advantage of being born twice is having a thick skin.

You dug your own hole, so after cursing yourself, get back to what you were doing. The most urgent thing is to figure out who this voice that's been giving you advice is.

"Alright, now it's my turn to ask you."

"Who exactly are you? You've been guiding me since just now, and you know more about me than I do myself. How do you know so much?"

"hehe."

The voice didn't answer immediately, but instead let out a low chuckle.

After the laughter echoed in the empty space for a few seconds, the white before Qianyu's eyes suddenly began to surge violently.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but found that he already had "feet".

Not just the feet. Arms, torso, touch, gravity—all the deprived senses returned in the same instant.

Immediately afterwards, another blinding white light flashed.

Qianyu instinctively closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the weightless feeling of floating was gone, and his feet were on solid ground.

The surrounding light was somewhat dim.

The towering black stone vaulted ceiling, the walls covered with bizarre reliefs, and the stone pedestal in the center of the hall holding a history book of the past.

The Void Hall of the Australian continent.

I've actually come back again.

The last time I stood here, Xiaoyu turned into a speck of light on the pedestal and merged into the history books. My father used a quill pen to erase the history that the Holy Lord had altered, stroke by stroke, while he himself wrote down those two lines that led to the current situation.

To Qianyu's surprise, there was a person standing in front of the base in the center of the hall.

He was thin and bony, wearing a yellowish white shirt and his signature round reading glasses perched on his nose.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, hunched over, and smiling at him.

"...Dad?"

Qianyu blurted it out, then immediately dismissed the thought.

wrong.

From San Francisco to Australia, he spent several days with his father.

My father is a smooth talker, but at heart he's a protective old man, and his actions are always grounded in human nature.

But the one in front of me is different.

Even if the physical appearance is exactly the same, that kind of temperament that comes from the very core, as unfathomable as an abyss, cannot be faked.

The real father was a stubborn, even somewhat neurotic old man, while the thing in front of him was like a stagnant pool of water covered in human skin.

"You're not Daddy." Qianyu pressed again, her face cold. "What exactly are you?"

The fake father wasn't angry, nor did he rush to reveal his hand.

He adjusted his glasses, even deliberately mimicking his father's slow, eccentric tone:

"Oh, why isn't Dad Dad?"

Qianyu didn't want to explain to him, only saying, "Of all the people to impersonate, why did you have to choose this face? If you want me to lower my guard, you should at least do your homework."

Instead of being annoyed, the fake father grinned and put his hands behind his back, speaking in a slow, leisurely tone just like the real father.

"Doing homework? I've done my homework on you quite thoroughly."

"Your father has actually been watching you all along. He's been watching you for a long time."

“From the moment you first reached out your hand in this world, trying to touch that stone with the rat pattern engraved on it… Old Man’s eyes have never left you for even a moment.”

That's a chilling statement.

Qianyu frowned, her gaze sweeping over the fake father, but she still couldn't figure out his true identity.

What sent chills down his spine was that this thing knew everything about him; even his father and the others didn't know that the talisman he initially received was a rat talisman.

If what this guy says is true, he was secretly watching from the beginning.

Qianyu pondered to herself what enormous secret she might possess that warranted such vigilance from this being? The Rat Talisman? Or her identity as a transmigrator?

Seeing Qianyu standing silently in place, still unable to see through the mystery...

The fake old man sighed and shook his head with regret.

"What's wrong? Can't figure it out?"

Chiyu asked, "What are you?"

"Things? That's not a very polite way to address someone."

The fake father's eyes curved into two crescent moons. "However, considering your current situation, I won't hold it against you."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words.

"You can call me... the will of this world."

After hearing this, Qianyu forced a sarcastic smile.

"The will of the world?"

"As far as I know, the underlying logic of this world is the yin-yang balance between righteousness and darkness. Righteousness represents order, darkness represents chaos, and the two counterbalance each other, forming the fundamental principle. If you're talking about the will of the world, then it should be that set of balancing laws themselves. What makes you think you can claim to be the will of the world?"

Whether it's the setting of Jackie Chan Adventures or the Yin-Yang balance principle that Qianyu has personally experienced these past few days, both prove that righteousness and darkness are the true masters.

When the old man suddenly appeared and claimed to be the Heavenly Dao, Qian Yu naturally didn't believe him.

The fake father wasn't angry; instead, he let out a soft chuckle.

"In the original dimension of Jackie Chan and his father, these two forces can indeed be considered the will of the world, supporting the operation of that world."

"But in my father's eyes, those two so-called 'wills' have long been assimilated into props just like the history books of time."

Chiyu keenly picked out a few words from this passage.

assimilation.

Another dimension.

Seeing that Qianyu had grasped the key point, the fake old man's face was full of amused smiles. He deliberately kept them in suspense, smiling as he asked, "You little rascal, haven't you ever been curious?"

"What do you mean?" Qianyu was stunned for a moment.

The fake father put his hands behind his back and stopped a few steps away from Qianyu.

Why is this seemingly normal city suddenly filled with so many completely different, even conflicting, worldviews? Don't you think something's wrong?

How could Qianyu not feel that something was wrong?

He felt the world was sick when he discovered that Yukino Yukinoshita and Jackie Chan Adventures, two people with completely different art styles, were living under the same roof.

But he always assumed it was a "package deal" for time travel and was too lazy to investigate further.

In retrospect, this laziness caused him to miss the most crucial intelligence.

After a moment's thought, Qianyu immediately followed up on the conversation and guessed, "Could it be... that all this sense of incongruity is closely related to the 'assimilation' you mentioned?"

The fake father's smile deepened.

"You're very smart. Yes, you are."

He walked around the empty hall with his hands behind his back, revealing the truth about this distorted world.

"Those various so-called 'anime' and 'series' are originally independent dimensional planes operating in the multiverse."

"It was all my father who forcibly captured them and then, like kneading dough, roughly molded them all into this world."