After it was born, it directly swam towards the surface of the Domain of Void, and Ian could see its target was the Silver Peak Domain.

It would devour the curse and resentment within the Silver Peak Domain to grow, absorbing the happiness and joy therein to strengthen itself, eventually transforming and continuously merging with its kind, evolving, then splitting and procreating. This is the ecology of the Voidrealm Machine God.

[The most basic ’White Blood Cell’] the Fairy Queen said softly: [Next is ’Immunity’ and ’Artificial Vaccine’. Beyond this is not prevention, but the Eliminators and Destroyers, and finally, the ’The Last Line of Defense’]

[In the Realm of Light, a white blood cell can be created in five minutes. But in the natural Domain of Void, this time could be five months]

[Thanks to you, Ian, without the Arcane Pathway, if the world war continued, the reproduction speed of the Voidrealm Machine God couldn’t keep up with humans’ self-destruction speed. At that time, even I might only be able to protect a corner of Falling Star City]

"...Why is it so slow?"

Ian was also seeing the Voidrealm Machine God ’create’ its kind for the first time, rather than reproduce by splitting. Hearing the Empress’s lament, he couldn’t help but feel puzzled: "And just now I found it a bit strange... Fae should also naturally be born, right? The Hua’an and Frost Butterfly I know are such, plus the acceleration by the Light Element Furnace, there shouldn’t be too few Fae now..."

[Ian] the Fairy Queen calmly looked at Ian. The Prophet of Silver Peak could see a sadness in the Fairy Queen’s eyes that was hard for mortals to understand.

Although it was just a moment, Ian indeed saw this trace of sorrow, then he heard the Empress slowly reveal the truth: [Fae are the beings of the free world]

[Born by chance, they can choose death after birth—not needing meaning, not being constrained, Fae are thus free]

[Therefore... Fae can choose to die themselves]

[In a peaceful and happy world, a vibrant and lively world, a lifetime isn’t enough for Fae; they will naturally live a second lifetime, always choosing to live, always living, so even if the probability is very small, very few, the number of Fae will explosively increase, like the previous epoch’s civilization, I can even be pushed to the position of Speaker by Fae, even among a hundred astronauts there would be sixty Fae]

[But if... the world is like Terra before]

[Ian, an unhappy child, can naturally choose... to refuse rebirth into this world]

Ian silently nods.

He can... as ’Fairy Ian’, he can understand this choice.

Just like if the current ’Ian’ were disappointed, completely dead to everything, he could choose to seal the Guiding Star, completely destroy the Reincarnation Ring he created, completely let ’Ian’ die.

However, both he and the Fairy Queen would choose to live.

This is the reason why they, free, choose birth again.

[Then I’ll return to Falling Star City first]

Not long after, the Fairy Queen left the Silver Peak Ether Territory with the The Last Line of Defense, which once again condensed a combat body.

The Last Line of Defense has already created a nest in Silverpeak Domain-Realm of Light, it can transport to the nest instantly through the Domain of Void’s features, protecting Silverpeak Domain and Realm of Light, the Fairy Queen could do the same, so when she knew Ian had more things to attend to, she returned first to prepare to teach Ian technology.

Aside from assigning tasks to Adalbert, Ian indeed had an important matter to attend to.

"Sorry, Adalbert."

Ian said softly to his old companion: "But sometimes, you really can’t let go of some usable power."

"I understand." Adalbert also sighed softly, then resolutely lifted his head: "I will witness it."

"Alright."

After calming Adalbert, Ian scanned the Domain of Void, then commanded sternly: "Come out, Splitt Solin! Deceased Monarch of Multitude of Souls!"

"Since you can create hell, come help me construct paradise!"

Silence.

A long silence.

Then, in the gray silence, in the dim buzz, in the extinguished light, a shadow emerged from the depths of the Domain of Void, with deep red lava light behind, like hell.

[Ian Silverpeak] a hoarse, weary voice sounded: [You’re right, I can create hell]

[But the place you want to build is not paradise at all, but a toy house uniquely yours, in your palm]

Thus said, the Fifth Energy Level entity, Deceased Monarch, Hell’s Archduke, Splitt Solin’s figure, appeared before Ian and the solemn Adalbert.

The silver-haired man smiled a bit mockingly, but not at Ian, rather at himself: [But, I think]

[Perhaps many would very gladly be your toys]