This villain, please exercise some restraint.

It seemed that there was a deviation between the "moderation" in his memory and the "moderation" in the memory that the young man in front of him had forgotten.

So, should he get to the bottom of it and try to find out the truth?

This thought flashed through the Pope's mind.

But then, it disappeared in an instant.

No, he couldn't do that, nor did he want to... do that, and he had no interest in doing that.

He needs to recognize his own identity.

He is just an ordinary "dog" under the command of the "world". Even if he is really a dog, he is just a dog...without any pursuit.

If I have to say what I am pursuing, maybe——

The "Pope" thought - his pursuit was to make the whole world forget his own existence and ignore his own... existence.

He didn't want to be the one who knew the secret, or even... the one who kept the secret, let alone be involved in it.

Those who should disappear should just disappear, why... why is he the one who is unnecessary and redundant, who has to easily see through what others are trying so hard to hide, or even destroy the bodies and traces.

Thinking of this, the "Pope" suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

He suddenly felt that he was a hated and abandoned person, but he had no choice but to know something. He didn't want to know something, but he had to know something.

I'm so sad. I've been trying my best to hide it since I came here, so why do I suddenly feel... so sad?

"You seem to be in a low mood. Did you suddenly think of something?"

The boss looked at the "Pope" and smiled. "But don't worry. Even though my curiosity and desire to explore are a bit too strong, I don't think you will tell me why you are sad and why your emotions change so much."

“So, I won’t ask why.”

"Dear…Pope."

The "Pope" was stunned for a moment. The sadness that suddenly surged into his heart paused for a moment, and then was covered by an even more inexplicable sadness.

He suddenly felt that his existence was even less necessary.

Because the boy in front of him was no longer curious about his emotional changes, nor was he curious about his existence.

Isn't this a kind of neglect? A kind of...ignorance?

Yes, this is what he wanted.

But why, why did he still feel...sad about it?

Does he want to be ignored... or does he want to be...looked at?

For a time, this question troubled the "Pope". It seemed that this was a question that he had never figured out since he became the "Pope".

But in his heart, he didn't seem to have a definite answer to this question.

To him, this was a...profound question that he couldn't answer.

The "Pope" subconsciously clenched the golden scepter in his hand, as if hoping that the scepter would give him the ability to answer this question.

Want to ignore or watch?

But unfortunately, the scepter in his hand was getting hot, but it did not bring him any answers.

The short boy looked at the "Pope" who had an unusual expression. In comparison, his face was quite calm.

"Moderation, no, boss, now I want to know, are you on the side of the 'Pope' or the side of the 'Emperor'?"

The scepter in his hand seemed to be out of control, cold sweat broke out on the "Pope's" forehead, and then he disappeared.

The boss's expression remained calm, and he turned a blind eye to the "Pope's" abnormal behavior.

He did not give any answer, but just stood there, looking at the "Pope" who was trying his best to hold the scepter.

"I want to know how you found out my weakness... Is it a coincidence... Is it a coincidence? You happened to ask a question that I really couldn't help but want to answer, but I couldn't give an answer?"

"Boss, answer me! Is that so?! By coincidence, you trapped me with my own problem?"

The scepter seemed to be restless in the hands of the "Pope". As soon as the "Pope" finished speaking, it broke free from his restraints and flew into the air.

The short boy expressionlessly shifted his gaze from the "Pope" to the golden scepter floating in the air.

The scepter glowing with golden light looked extremely holy, and the boss's brown eyes seemed to have a purer color due to the integration of gold.

"Answer me! Moderation! Answer my question!!"

The tone of the "Pope" was rising, mixed with anger and... sadness that was hard to ignore, but soon, the voice disappeared under the scepter that suddenly bloomed with brilliance.

From beginning to end, the short boy never said a word in response to the "Pope's" questions.

He stared at the golden scepter in the air and stretched out his hand pretentiously.

The scepter seemed to come alive and fell gently into his palm.

"Whose side are you on?"

The short boy studied the scepter for a moment, then suddenly repeated the Pope's question, only this time, he was asking himself.

"Whose side am I on?"

The boss's gaze was cast towards the players below who were swarming like ants, busying themselves trying to rescue the "Emperor".

But perhaps even if they searched the entire southern Xinjiang and climbed the highest mountain, they would not find any trace of the "emperor".

Because the God who was supposed to exist in nothingness came silently without their noticing.

He should have returned to nothingness, but he had to... come out to show his presence.

"The illusory God and the supreme 'Emperor', this is the revelation brought to me by the world I created, and interpreting the revelation is my duty as a creator."

A very light sigh came from the corner of the short boy's lips, and then his lips curved and rose.

Looks... harmless.

"Pope, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Your thinking is too confined and limited. Perhaps without you noticing, your body, mind, and spirit have irreconcilable contradictions."

"The eyes of an observer are always objective."

"A body that actually exists but wishes to be ignored, a heart that longs to disappear but is also afraid of disappearing, and an ability that you feel is unnecessary but is used subconsciously all the time... Hahaha, perhaps in you, these three will never be reconciled."

"Just a little guidance from words, then——"

The boss paused as he spoke, a familiar smile on his lips, "But I don't understand, why is there no one else to remind you of such an obvious truth?"

"As for whose side to stand on——"

The short boy lowered his head and looked at the scepter in his hand.

"Why can't I be alone? Why do you think I must be dependent on someone?"

"I believe what I see, what I hear, and what I know, so I will always... stand on my own side."

"I think there is no one more trustworthy than myself."