The world's chaos index is falling.

Lin Chi, who obtained the authority of the Creator, stood in the center of the world - to be precise, a small platform floating at an altitude of 40,000 meters, staring at the blue planet below.

The world simulated by "War Paradise" is generally in line with the real earth. Although many of the history and technology in it have gone astray, the terrain is very restored.

In order to save space, those game maps that appear on other planets or other worlds are actually placed in the space inside this "earth", similar to the secret rooms in the enclosed apartment.

Moreover, there is more than one such planet.

Where Lin Chi's sight is within reach, three thousand isolated "earths" are spinning.

In order to stop chaos, the Creators created a large number of parallel worlds, but the speed of chaos was further accelerated, which instead accelerated the arrival of destruction.

But now, the threat of destruction is retreating.

——The reason why this world is in chaos is ultimately due to too much data inside. As long as part of the data can be cleared, it can delay the pace of destruction.

At this time, the world's "population" is decreasing.

Unlike the indiscriminate killing of the Messenger of Death, Lin Chi can be said to be a very kind god of death. He did not forcibly deprive the lives of the NPC natives, but gave them the opportunity to choose on their own.

When he was still in Yanfeng City, the old man in charge of the intelligence agency wanted permanent death.

The world's systems have not given them a chance to choose, but now, the situation has changed.

Those Aboriginal people who have long been tired of "eternity" can finally choose the long-awaited death. When they die, all the data about them will be completely deleted.

As these people disappeared, a large amount of space was released.

But Lin Chi's actions will certainly not be the only one.

At this moment, he has obtained the highest administrator authority in this world. For Lin Chi, almost all the data in "War Paradise" has become content that can be read and modified at will.

In addition to reducing the population, his next step is to reduce the number of "parallel worlds".

The thousands of parallel worlds created by the designer require a lot of calculations to maintain. Although the guy also wanted to delete some worlds directly, he did not have the permission to delete them. He could only follow the instructions of Pulse Entertainment Company, disguise this world as a game, and continue to implement the "Deep Universe" plan.

Now, Lin Chi's authority is above the designer, which is enough to directly change the world.

"It's time to move, everyone..."

Lin Chi waved his right hand, and the two "earths" in his sight merged into one. The npcs, which originally lived in different worlds, were thrown into the same space.

Due to the decrease in population, it is now much more convenient to carry out "server mergers". Although there are many duplicate NPCs in it, just put them in different locations and prevent them from meeting each other.

Moreover, even if two "clone" happened to meet, it was actually no big deal.

——Even if the replica of the same person grows up in different environments, it will become completely different existences.

Although with the same appearance and settings, due to the different plots of each parallel world, the actual situation of these "Clones" can be said to be very different. Just like the two mining queens Media who Lin Chi met, it seems that there is nothing in common at all.

Under his operation, the original 3,000 parallel spaces were reduced to 1,500, and the number was reduced by half. As for those abandoned spaces, they were naturally completely deleted and discarded.

As a result, the chaos index in this world further declined. The world that was originally on the verge of collapse finally stabilized.

Seeing that "War Paradise" has stabilized, Lin Chi, who has been tense in his spirits, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, it's time to deal with some of the unstable factors:

"Hey, why are you here..."

Grez Le Pen, a murderer who belonged to the Oasis Army, appeared on the deserted wasteland with a confused look on his face, staring at a group of companions around him.

He remembered it very clearly that he was just performing a mission on the New York map. This ghost place had nothing to do with New York.

The land under my feet was soft and as if it could collapse at any time. The smell of sulfur was floating in the air, and blue flames were burning in the distance.

Looking at this strange scene and the companions who were also members of the Oasis Army around him, a strong ominous premonition surged in Graz's heart.

——This is like gathering all the members of the Oasis Army together and then massacre them. Could it be...

He took out the shuttle device equipped by the Oasis Army members and planned to escape from this unknown map. But the space here seemed to be locked, and the shuttle device that had never failed before was simply unusable at this moment.

“shit…”

Realizing that the situation was not good, Grez Le Pen cursed.

Then, an "oracle" sounded from the dark red sky:

"Hello everyone from the Oasis Army."

——I seem to have heard this sound somewhere.

Grez Le Pen thought to himself, and the familiar voice had already begun to make a ruthless judgment on the soldiers of the Oasis Army:

"I know what you have done and what you are going to do. But it's over your destruction. I have eradicated your leaders, and it's your turn to be judged."

"Ha...hahahaha!"

A woman not far from Grez laughed wildly: "Do you want to judge us? Even God cannot judge the 'Oasis Army'! Take action, kill me!"

The soldiers of the Oasis Army were all crazy people who were fearless and could not stop them by death alone. Although Grez did not speak, he also looked disdainful.

The god they believe in is the great "messenger of death". The existence of that god itself is synonymous with death.

No matter whether it is death or torture, the Oasis Army could not stop the Oasis Army from the slightest. Faced with the "gods" that threw them here, the soldiers of the Oasis Army began to look at death.

However, things are not that simple:

"I can understand your mood and your desire to revenge against humanity. But unfortunately, your revenge has ended here."

"Your world is about to be completely isolated from the human world, and there is no need to continue to retaliate. Now, you can rest."

Hearing this, Graz gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to..."

"Next, I will wash away your memories, you will forget everything about the Oasis Army and survive as an ordinary person. Then, I wish you good luck in advance."

As soon as these words came out, all the Oasis Army members present were stunned. After a moment of silence, overwhelming curses and desperate roars followed:

"Let us out!"

"You can't-"

For the soldiers of the Oasis Army, the punishment for eliminating memory is far better than death. When hearing the words of "gods", even Grez Le Pen, who has been through many battles, has a strong fear surged deep in his heart:

If you wash away your memories, all your past efforts will be wasted. In this way, the Oasis Army can be said to have been completely destroyed. Everything before will be-

"Damn..."

Before Grez finished speaking, the scenery in front of him turned into a flawless whiteness. The memories in his mind that he thought he would never forget were wiped out at that moment.

"Dear, you're awake."

A gentle female voice rang in her ears, and Gretz sat up suddenly, the thin blanket on her body slid down, revealing her chest with clear muscle lines.

"My head hurts a little." He touched his messy hair and looked at the gray wall beside him.

"What's wrong? You won't have a fever, right?" The woman in an apron pressed her left hand on his forehead, looking worried: "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"You are...my wife." Gretz pointed at the woman.

"Of course." The blonde smiled: "Who else can I be? You're so confused, my dear."

"Yes..." Graz kept rubbing his eyes.

He remembered that this woman was indeed his wife, and this was also his new home where he had lived for ten years. However, some vague memories were still lingering in his mind.

"It seems something is wrong with my head." Gretz whispered.

"It's okay, it's time to eat, get up quickly." The woman pulled him up and stood up: "I made a sandwich."

...

Witnessing the scene where the members of the Oasis Army were washed away and turned into ordinary NPCs, Lin Chi smiled slightly.

Although he does not have a specific list of the Oasis Army, it is still very simple to determine the identities of these guys. Just detect those who carry Oasis Army's special shuttle props and then gather them together and it's all done.

At this time, the terrorist organization "Oasis Army" that threatens the real world has been destroyed. Next, another army that may pose a threat is dealt with.

"The soldiers of the Resistance Army gathered together."

The cold voice of the executioner resounded through the refuge of the rebels. Those who had long learned the truth of the world and gathered under the Queen's banner came to the flat lawn.

The girl in a white top and a pleated skirt walked out from behind the executioner and stood in front of everyone. Her light brown curly hair swayed slightly, and the silver bracelet on her wrist refracted the moonlight.

As the queen of the rebel army, this girl rarely gives orders in person, and usually conveys them by the executioner. However, this time, she chose to appear in person:

"Uh...hello everyone."

Perhaps because of her long-term seclusion, she was a little uncomfortable for a while. She first cleared her throat and then slowly spoke:

"What I want to say is that our war is over."

As soon as these words came out, the rebel soldiers in the audience were talking, and the blonde maid "rabies" Satiya asked bluntly: "Are you going to give up resistance and surrender to the damn Creator?"

"I did not mean that."

The girl stared at her light green eyes and said seriously: "I mean, the Creator and his executives will no longer chase us."

"Why? Have you reached an agreement with them?" a rebel soldier asked.

"No, it's our refuge that has been reinforced."

The girl took a step forward and faced the fierce warriors: "We have always acted on the premise of 'get rid of the pursuit'. But now, the Creator has been defeated and they can't track us anymore."
To be continued...