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"So, what do you think? If you're willing, we can start right now."
George pulled Klein, the Evernight Goddess, and Roselle before him. He laid out his plan: he had branched off a specific timeline and intended to grant them the ability to travel between these different chronological paths.
"I'm in! Absolutely!"
Klein was the first to raise his hand. This way, he could return to the modern era without abandoning his brother and sister, for whom he had already developed deep familial bonds in this world.
"This reminds me of that novel, The Interdimensional Trader. It's a pity I don't need to strike it rich by smuggling goods anymore," Roselle remarked with a smirk. "If I had this kind of 'cheat' when I first woke up, it would have been magnificent. I'm starting to feel a bit jealous of the fellow transmigrators still hanging from the cocoons in Sefirah Castle."
Roselle was naturally eager. He was already planning to take his daughter along to let her see the wonders of the modern world.
Only the Evernight Goddess frowned slightly. She wanted to see the modern era again, but a serious concern crossed her mind:
"Don't forget—in the modern era, the Celestial Worthy and God haven't perished together yet. It won't be long after we return that the Apocalypse begins."
"Because it's a specially isolated timeline, I have to exert all my effort just to stabilize it into a new parallel world," George explained. "I can't simply overturn the world's temporal development to wipe out the Celestial Worthy and God or stop the Apocalypse directly. Whether you can change the outcome depends on you. If you can't, just bring your families back here, wait for the Celestial Worthy and God to finish their struggle, and go back to clean up the mess later."
In truth, George hoped they would try to change the new timeline. Such significant shifts would accelerate the evolution of that timeline into a truly independent new world.
"A Savior of the Apocalypse... I like the sound of that!" Roselle's eyes lit up. He had always been quite fond of playing the hero.
Klein nodded as well. He didn't want the beautiful modern society to eventually devolve into the chaotic, demon-ridden era of the Second Epoch.
After a moment of reflection, the Evernight Goddess said, "If possible, I'd like to bring Grisha along. He has experience in this area."
Grisha was a true Savior who had ended the Dark Epoch. Even if he was now only a Sequence 2, his strategic insight would be invaluable. Moreover, she was confident she could persuade him.
"No problem."
George waved his hand dismissively; for him, granting such a request was as simple as a thought.
After bestowing the world-hopping ability upon Klein and the others, George returned to the void of the Chaos.
"Time to split."
Except for the avatar in the Great Desolation (Honghuang) world, the other nine primary avatars—including the one from the Mystery World—began to simultaneously activate the 'Error' pathway's cloning ability.
Countless millions of "Little Georges" radiated outward from the ten avatars, surging in all directions into the infinite Chaos.
He now had three main objectives:
The Honghuang Avatar: Continue cultivating within the Sect of Interception (Jie Jiao). With Multiverse-tier strength, he was roughly equivalent to a Quasi-Saint in the Great Desolation. He could begin plotting carefully—perhaps there was even a chance to achieve Sainthood.
The Evolution Project: The other nine avatars would follow the Mystery World's lead, plucking timelines from their respective multiverses to evolve them into new, independent worlds.
Exploration: The minor clones would relentlessly scour the Chaos to locate the remaining avatars and discover new worlds.
Finding a new world wasn't just about devouring it for a quick power boost; it meant obtaining a new "template."
To put it simply, George currently had a set of template worlds. Creating a "new" world usually meant branching a timeline from an existing template. Consequently, those subsequent worlds were essentially copies. Creating a completely independent, original template was vastly more difficult, but the rewards were far greater.
Therefore, even if a newly discovered Creator proved friendly and George chose not to devour their world, exchanging templates through diplomatic means was still highly beneficial. For instance, he hadn't devoured Middle-earth or Sakura's world, but through his interactions with Iluvatar and Mokona, he had acquired their templates. In exchange, he gave them his own, providing them with new references for their own future creations.
"The Chaos truly isn't simple..."
As his countless clones plunged into the void, George couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He noticed that the vast majority of his clones vanished shortly after entering the Chaos.
Some were devoured by hidden Chaos Behemoths; others perished in terrifying energy tides. Some simply flickered out of existence for reasons he couldn't even discern. The Chaos didn't just house Creators; it was filled with myriad dangers. Perhaps the Creator of the Sorcerer's Apprentice world hadn't died at the hands of a peer, but had succumbed to the inherent hazards of the void.
Fortunately, he continually split new clones to replenish the ranks. While most died, a few managed to map out relatively safe routes and push deeper.
Roughly a year into this relentless exploration, one "Little George" finally discovered an independent world suspended in the vast expanse.
"It looks like a single-layered world. The energy level isn't exceptionally high—higher than the Sorcerer's Apprentice world, but lower than a single world from Fairy Tail."
Since these minor clones were built for mass exploration, each carried only a tiny fragment of George's soul. However, George's fundamental "Status" was high enough that even this fragment could perceive the essence of the world before it.
"Let's go in and take a look."
The Little George instantly dissipated all his energy, masking his soul's aura and obscuring his fate. He quietly slipped into the newly discovered world.
He didn't plan to summon a primary avatar the moment a world was found. If the local Creator was amicable, George wouldn't want to devour it; he'd prefer to exchange knowledge. Rushing over would be a waste of travel time and would distract him from his own world-building.
By sneaking in, the minor clone could map out the energy system and universal laws just as effectively. Furthermore, for George's current level, devouring a single-layered universe took only minutes. It was better to gather intelligence first and design the most efficient route later, letting whichever primary avatar ended up closest handle the integration.
Just because this clone found the world didn't mean its parent avatar was the nearest one. There might be another avatar only a few months away that simply hadn't stumbled upon this location yet.
(End of Chapter)