Mo Ling was lost in thought as he listened to the familiar word.
"Transcendence?"
"Yes, transcendence. A god shouldn't exist in this world. He probably just watches us quietly, as if taking in a show. And naturally, he wouldn't lend us a helping hand."
Kindness Stone swept up a speck of dust, letting it drift back and forth in the void as if it were dancing.
Seeing this, Mo Ling also swept up a speck of dust and joined the dance.
Gradually, the specks of dust multiplied. They gained their own world, their own identities, and their own stories.
"To these specks of dust, we are gods, aren't we?" Kindness Stone said, watching the dancing dust.
"A god only watches and offers no aid, just as we offer these specks of dust no gifts…"
Mo Ling watched the dust, his mind elsewhere.
'Gifts?'
On a sudden whim, he took a can of cola from his Block and tossed it into the middle of the dust.
