What exactly was the game?
Before arriving here, Su Mo had made his fair share of guesses. But whether it was a livestream created by a higher-dimensional civilization to entertain the masses, a dimension-restricting scavenger that had lost its master's control, an intelligent system that developed self-awareness and sought transcendence, or the world-destroying creation of a mad scientist... all these speculations had ultimately been overturned by an ever-growing pile of evidence and facts.
Three months in the wasteland, three months in the God of the Ocean's group ruins. That only added up to half a year. The overall timeframe was far too short. Constantly running around just to survive hadn't left Su Mo with much time to think or verify anything.
Even earlier, while Jiang Chu was conversing with the talisman paper, a wild thought had sprouted in his mind—that the game was created by humans.
