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"It seems I'll have to be careful the next time a new doppelganger appears."
After getting a clear understanding of the whole situation, George had already formulated a plan.
It didn't matter that he was unaware before. Perhaps in the worlds of his other doppelgangers, he was lucky and the Creators were no longer around.
Maybe the Creators hadn't discovered him, or perhaps they had, but refrained from acting against him because they were wary.
But now, when a new doppelganger appeared, he could no longer be so reckless.
If he happened to enter a world at the level of, say, Honghuang (the Great Desolate World), and the Creator simply ignored the powerful entity behind him and instantly obliterated him, it would be a terrible waste.
Or, if he encountered a blockheaded Creator who, regardless of who was backing him, was determined to kill him for daring to invade their world, then he would lose another doppelganger.
He had been very cautious in the past with new, completely unfamiliar worlds.
He would always gather intelligence first, get a rough understanding of the world, and only after confirming there were no existential threats would he reveal his strength to collect knowledge and resources.
It was just that now, he needed to be even more cautious.
This was because he was no longer facing just the strongest entities within a new world, but the Creator of that new world.
Therefore, just as Ilúvatar had said, until he could confirm whether a Creator existed, what state they were in, and what their strength was, he should, as much as possible, avoid using magic and abilities outside of his own world.
In fact, even if he only used his physical strength, given his current physical body, he absolutely didn't need to worry too much.
Even in a world like Honghuang, while his physical body might not be comparable to the monkey or the three-eyed kid after they achieved sainthood, it could still sweep through the majority of the gods in the heavenly court.
What's more, once he advanced to the Single Universe level, his life essence would undergo a transition, and his physical body would be enhanced significantly.
If he truly encountered a danger that his physical strength couldn't resolve, then he would just risk discovery and pull the threat into his own world to deal with it.
If it came down to a last resort, even if it meant complete exposure, he would definitely have to resolve the danger.
A living person can't let themselves be "held back by their own urine." Even if a Creator discovered him, it wasn't a guarantee he wouldn't survive. If he met someone like Ilúvatar, wouldn't he be fine?
The worst-case scenario was complete exposure, followed by a fight.
As a Single Universe-level being who also possessed his own world, he wasn't a pushover. If he couldn't win, couldn't he at least flee? Unless the difference in strength was truly too vast, at most, he would just lose one doppelganger.
In the future, when his main body became powerful through fusion, he could just come back and fight again.
Besides, given his current tier, when he entered a new world, he would learn that world's power system very quickly.
His physical body plus the local power system would be sufficient.
"After I advance, I'll test the waters a bit."
There was no need to test the main Marvel world. As for the other doppelganger worlds, he felt that after he advanced to the Single Universe level, he could try to make contact with their Creators.
In his previous doppelganger worlds, he hadn't hidden his abilities.
If the Creators were present, he was almost certainly exposed.
Since he was exposed and they didn't attack him directly, it meant there was a possibility of establishing relations.
Instead of pretending not to know, it was better to take the initiative to make contact. Perhaps he could become friends, exchange knowledge, and improve mutually, just as he had with Ilúvatar.
If the Creator wasn't around, or was dead, then he could just devour that world and claim it as his own, which would also greatly enhance his own strength.
Of course, this was all contingent on him advancing to the Single Universe level and stabilizing his power first.
"Here it comes again. Speak of the devil."
Just as George and Ilúvatar were discussing magic, his mind suddenly jolted, and he murmured to himself inwardly.
That's right—he had a new doppelganger.
"This is... the world of The Elder Scrolls?"
His primary consciousness shifted to the new doppelganger. After quickly reviewing this body's memories, George immediately made a judgment.
The new doppelganger was named Lokir. He was a Breton who originally lived in Rorikstead, a town in Whiterun Hold in the province of Skyrim. Due to gambling debts, he tried to steal a horse to flee to Hammerfell.
However, he was captured by the Imperial Army, mistaken for a Stormcloak spy, and was being sent to be executed along with some Stormcloak soldiers.
Being faint-hearted, he had died of a heart attack in the prisoner cart, allowing George to occupy his body.
"Hey, you're finally awake!"
Just as George adapted to the new body and opened his eyes, he heard a rough voice by his ear.
However, this greeting wasn't for him, but for the young Nord man diagonally opposite him, who had been arrested for illegally crossing the border.
The one who spoke was an extremely burly Stormcloak soldier sitting next to him.
"The Dragonborn, the Stormcloak soldier Ralof, and the Stormcloak leader Ulfric."
Sweeping his gaze over the three other people in the cart, George had already guessed their identities.
The reason he could confirm their identities so quickly was that he had played the game The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. While he couldn't say he understood everything about it, he knew the gist.
It was back in his university days when he saw his roommate playing a certain role-playing game and was immediately astounded.
It wasn't because he found the game itself that amazing; before then, he hadn't really played similar games and wasn't very interested in them.
The main reason he was astounded was that he had never seen such a revealing, such a special game. It was practically on par with certain "gentlemen's games" that were explicitly banned in his home country.
As a young man, his "qi and blood" (vitality) was quite vigorous, and it was easy to be unable to resist temptation. Unsurprisingly, he was dragged into the pit.
It wasn't just him; everyone in his dorm was dragged into the pit.
However, only after entering the pit did he realize that what he was playing was completely different from his roommate's. His roommate's graphics were so beautiful because he had installed a series of mods.
But after playing for a while, he discovered that even without those mods, the game itself was very interesting.
So, in the end, he still played it through to completion.
It was just that he wasn't a "gamer." He couldn't afford a computer in university, and after starting work, he had even less energy to play.
Therefore, he hadn't played it through in-depth multiple times. He only had a general understanding of the vast worldview, complex history, and other aspects of the entire world.
It was possible that his understanding in certain areas was not accurate.
If he wanted to truly understand it, he would still need to find more history books to read and dig up more unknown information in the future.
This was because, based on his impression, the strength of this world's Creator should be no less than Ilúvatar's. After all, many of the Daedric Princes had their own independent planes of existence.
If the strength of those Daedric Princes had already reached the Single Universe level, then the Creator of this world had to be at least at the Multiverse level.
He hadn't even broken through to the Single Universe level yet. Naturally, he needed to get a clearer understanding of this world's situation, then hide his identity as an outsider, and slowly acquire a new "identity" in this world.
Especially since the Dragonborn sitting diagonally opposite him was likely being observed by the Dragon God of Time, Akatosh, at any given moment.
He absolutely could not reveal any flaws right now.
(End of Chapter)