After the world achieved its first surplus, a deity in the distant shore of causality slowly opened his eyes.
He had always believed Pan Gu's world would eventually be his—how could a genius in creation but a fool in management withstand the daily erosion of the "Debt of Causality"? Back then, he had "lent" his power to Pan Gu at a minimal cost, precisely because he saw this seemingly beautiful yet fatally imbalanced nature.
But now, his composure cracked.
"They… actually turned it around?"
He murmured, his voice devoid of anger, carrying only a trace of icy surprise. Yet he felt no panic, gently stroking a crystal contract entwined with dark threads before him.
"No matter. I planted the seed long ago."
With a single thought, he sent an order to the shadow lurking within Pan Gu's world:
"Activate now. Let us see how long this so-called 'surplus' can last."
He believed everything was under his control.
What he did not know—
They had already fallen into the trap long ago.