Is this okay?

Leng Mo noticed Altair's actions and questioned him with an arrogant air.

"What are you so uneasy about? Is it really that scary for someone as indifferent as Leng Mo to get close to you?"

"Are you worried? Or are you being cautious? You're probably wondering what abilities my TheWorld·OverHeaven has, right?"

"Hmph! Don't worry, everything will be fine. Just wait quietly and do your own thing."

The calm and drawn-out voice made Altair frown, his heart filled with vigilance.

Is this guy stalling for time?

Why the delay?

Is something wrong?

"Don't do anything pointless. I don't know why you're delaying, but you gave yourself away the moment you opened your mouth."

She stared at Leng Mo cautiously, her senses spreading throughout her body.

Leng Mo did not stop at all, but spoke again.

"Do you know? Everything was already destined the moment I appeared before you. No matter how much you resist, you can't change the outcome. There's only what was meant to be."

"Who said that again? We are all soldiers chosen by fate. No one can defy the destiny ordained by heaven; only destruction awaits us. Only I can stand at the eternal peak..."

As he spoke, Leng Mo wore a confident smile, as if everything was already decided.

The future is already in sight!

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Altair had no idea what this guy was doing, saying things that made him seem cool, like an actor on stage, performing with self-satisfaction, completely ignoring the audience's confusion and bewilderment.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Leng Mo smiled crookedly.

"Stands are the spiritual entities of humans. Everyone has a spirit, and as long as they undergo a certain special evolution, they can awaken the power of a Stand."

"I'm asking you what you're trying to say!"

Altair felt a strong sense of unease and questioned Leng Mo urgently, his eyes turning fierce.

"People can't be compared to each other; a person only has one body! But I'm different... WhiteSnake! Now!!"

"Your next sentence is—Nani!?"

Leng Mo shouted loudly, his voice filled with madness, confidence, and arrogance.

The next second, Altair suddenly felt something approaching above her head, and she looked up sharply...

The white figures came face to face.

"I've taken your disc!"

"What?! Huh?! What?!"

Altair was instantly shocked by the appearance of the white snake, and then shocked by Leng Mo's previous guess, like a ruthless Nani machine, emitting a second shock.

Everything was just as Leng Mo had predicted; everything was under Leng Mo's control!

"We got it! Altair—! It's my victory!!"

White Snake's fist slammed into Altair's head. Although White Snake's power was not great, this was from the perspective of a Stand.

If it were an ordinary person, this punch would definitely knock them out of their will.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, Altair gave a cold snort of confidence.

"Hmph! In the end, they are nothing more than creations. Ninth Movement: The Return of Cause and Effect!"

In an instant, a blue halo erupted from Altair's body; her ability had been activated.

"Under my myriad phenomena, everything is but an illusion. I can pull you out, and I can send you back! It's over!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a confident smile appeared on her face, and she looked at Leng Mo in front of her with a pathetic gaze.

It's over. A created thing should live up to its name.

She imbued the beings around her with the power of cause and effect, so that whenever the white snake touched her, the creature would be sent back to its original state.

That is, to erase!

However, just as she was feeling confident, the white snake's fist struck her face without mercy.

boom--!

"Nani!?"

Altair was stunned by the sudden impact, and his pupils shrank as he looked at Leng Mo.

"no?"

She stared at Leng Mo in shock, having never considered this question before.

Now she realizes something terrifying: is the world really that simple?

I investigated everything beforehand and guessed nothing correctly, but... what's up with this guy in front of me!?

She stared at Leng Mo, her heart trembling.

A ruthless smile appeared on Leng Mo's face, like the smile of a card player.

"KI, you dawdle! Hehehehe... What made you think I was a creation? Surprised? Unexpected? Altair! Despair, wail! This moment is my victory, and you are like a mosquito larva crawling on the ground, a loser! Naive little thing, the world is never as simple as you imagine—! Hee-ha!"

"You—!!"

Altair stared wide-eyed, filled with regret. She had considered this from the beginning, but all the signs pointed to the fact that the Creator's world did not have superpowers.

However, Leng Mo's appearance has taught her a harsh lesson!

In that instant... I'm sorry... I did nothing.

In that instant, she closed her eyes in despair. Although she didn't understand what Leng Mo was going to do, her consciousness was already fading.

Leng Mo's voice rang in my ears.

"Now! The World OverHeaven! Overwrite reality! Make her believe that she brought me into this world!"

Leng Mo put his hands on his hips and shouted arrogantly, overjoyed.

Ten seconds passed...

Twenty seconds passed...

Nothing happened.

Only the world beyond heaven held Altair's head still.

"What's happening here?"

Leng Mo stared blankly at the world surpassing heaven, only to be met with the speechless remark of the white snake beside him:

"Rewriting reality consumes the soul, and you've already exhausted your soul by making so many revisions."

"Is that really true?!"

"If you don't believe me, check the settings yourself."

"My God! Is this really that bad?!"

Leng Mo's eyes widened suddenly as he realized what this question was.

This thing does indeed consume one's soul, and it's for a great sinner.

"Then what should we do?" Leng Mo adopted a question-and-answer attitude, looking at the white snake with a humble and eager-to-learn attitude.

"We're looking for souls, after all, this stuff is fuel."

"Do you think this thing will do?"

In the blink of an eye, Leng Mo pulled out a Kyubey from his spatial pocket. He had stolen it from Xiao Yan when she wasn't looking.

After all, considering what traps and mechanisms might be encountered, you can simply throw a Kyubey up to trigger them.

"Yes, the soul is whole, but the body is guilty of a great sin."

"Yosh! The World OverHeaven! Offer up a Kyubey and activate your power!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need any more Kyubey, as he could never use it all up!

Use it freely! Spend as much as you want!

At worst, I can just sneak back and steal a few myself.

"and many more!!"

At this moment, Altair looked at Leng Mo with a pleading attitude, hesitating because the DISC had not yet been removed and her consciousness was still intact.

Now that things have come to this, is there anything else you want to say?

"I understand your purpose. I can keep this a secret in exchange for letting me go. I still have things I need to do!"

Although Altair didn't know why Leng Mo was doing this, she didn't want to collapse here now.

Leng Mo frowned and began to think.

After all, the other Altair affair would be exposed as soon as they met, so perhaps I could rearrange things.

As if remembering something, a warm smile appeared on Leng Mo's face.

“I’m not a good person either… ptooey! Not a bad person either. How about this, you follow my instructions from now on, and I’ll find a chance to help you out. From today onwards, you are a clone of Altair.”

"A clone!? Could it be!?"

In an instant, Altair realized something and stared wide-eyed at Leng Mo.

“That’s right, someone copied you when you weren’t looking. Your copy doesn’t know it, and she’s currently working towards becoming Setsuna. Just like you… but unfortunately, no matter how hard she tries, it’s all just an illusion.” Leng Mo looked at Altair seriously, feeling angry just thinking about it.

It's made it impossible for me to torment the characters I like anymore.

"I understand your request, and I will do as you say. Who is the mastermind behind this?"

"I can't tell you that."

Leng Mo kept this a secret. If she found out, things would get out of hand, and she might just defect to the neighbor's.

But it doesn't matter!

At worst, I'll just play the role of a system user!

"I understand. So what do you need me to do next?"

Altair nodded seriously, indicating that he would follow Leng Mo's arrangements.

“You don’t need anything. You need to disappear for a while. Even if you do reappear… you can’t admit that you are the real Altair.”

Leng Mo, sitting opposite, spoke earnestly, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

"You need to think this through. Once you admit it... then! I will show you what a 'gatekeeper' is! I will revive Shimazaki Setsuna and at the same time erase her existence. No one will know who she is, and no one will be aware of her existence."

"Shimazaki Setsuna, who barely managed to come back to life, is completely unnoticed by anyone. She wanders the world like a ghost, including you, Altair! Tormented by being ignored, Shimazaki Setsuna might one day give up and commit suicide again. And you—cannot perceive her, cannot stop her, and cannot save her! Then I will revive her..."

"No—!! Please, please don't do this... I will do it..."

Not only kill people but also destroy their hearts!

This is Leng Mo's approach. Altair's desire to destroy the world is tantamount to killing Shimazaki Setsuna. He wants to save the world but cannot perceive the other's existence.

The intense anticipation goes unanswered, making this even more systemic than the system itself.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Altair felt a surge of fear—a genuine fear.

His desire to destroy the world seemed like child's play compared to Leng Mo's; there was simply no comparison.

This precisely eliminated his own objective, but rather...

Cold, shivering, cold sweat appeared on Altair's forehead.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if it actually happened; she'd probably go crazy. But at that moment, her belief in saving Shimazaki Setsuna kept her from going insane...

This is a perfect closed loop, and it cannot be changed at all.

“I’ve given you the chance, now it’s up to you to answer. Remember, I don’t want your words, I want your actions! Altair, you don’t want Setsuna Shimazaki to live in despair and pain, do you?”

In that instant, Leng Mo had become more terrifying than anyone else in Altair's heart; he was an object of utter fear.

For the first time, Altair felt like he was being bullied.

I felt like a little girl, full of grievances.