"Pre-Temporary"

It refers to the period between the death of time and the birth of time, in which no matter can exist, only endless space and countless consciousnesses.

There is no written record of this period, and no living beings even knew of its existence, because all the creatures that knew of it were dead.

Without any news notification, time died so suddenly, without a trace of defense, what else could be done?

I don't have time.

The birth of time is the birth of the world, the death of time is the death of the world, and what will be left when the world is gone?

Yes!

There is one, special, that is left behind, that is chosen, that should not have existed, that remains.

...

"Who am I?"

In the midst of this endless space, an abrupt voice appeared, whose voice was this?

The space that had been silent for too long suddenly heard a voice, unexpectedly surprised, and even a little cute.

"Where am I?"

Here it is again, here it is again, and it sounds like it again.

No, the propagation of sound requires a medium, and there was no substance in the previous era, and of course there was no medium, so why is there a sound coming?

Oh, so time was born.

...

It will have its own consciousness after the birth of time, and it will still be weak at this time, but it will still obey its nature, and it will have to create the world.

The time when it was just born was the same as that of a toddler, ignorant and stumbling through the space, and I don't know how long it took for it to find what it wanted - the law.

In order to create the world, there must be laws to make all kinds of rules, and this cannot be done in time.

The law is very special, it is different from time, it does not die, but it cannot exist in space alone, so after time died, it hid, it hid in the middle of the gap between the world and the other world, so it survived, and now time is born and it returns.

In fact, time would not have died, but now its core has been poisoned, causing it to have a cycle of life and death like living beings, and it itself does not know it.

The law knew about this, and the law knew that the other world did it at this time, and they forcibly passed through the barrier of the two worlds, found the core of the world's time, and poisoned it.

But knowing is knowing but it can't tell time, and it can't tell time, saying that your core is broken, and even more so when it hears that voice, it already knows that it can be saved without its own reminder time.

...

The world has not yet been created, but time is tired, and when it is tired, it has to rest, so it strikes, but someone has to create the world, so it finds a mass of consciousness, and turns this consciousness into a living being, so that he can inherit his will and continue to create, and it feels that its plan is perfect, and then it disappears.

This chosen consciousness is the master of the voice, and as the first creature chosen and created by time, he inherited the will of time to create the world, and naturally sat in the position of the administrator of the world, or the creator god.

For the creator god, it is natural that he was chosen by time, he is the most energetic of all consciousnesses, not to mention that he is so special, so special that time has not even discovered his secret - he is the "legacy" of the previous world.

The last thing that should appear in this world is the thing in the previous world, but he just appeared.

But it doesn't matter if he's the legacy of the last world or anything else, he's the creator god now, and there's only one thing he has to do, which is to create the world.

The creator god, who no longer had doubts about who he was and where he was, came to a continent suspended in space, this continent was created by time, but it was not complete, there was still nothing on this continent, and even the ground was absolutely flat.

The creator god stood in the center of the continent, and his appearance at this time could be called a human being, and he was just like a human, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin in his right hand, thinking about a question.

"How was the world created?"

Creation is like painting, time gives the creator god paper, and draws the lines of the pattern on the paper, and what the creator god wants to do is to fill in the color in the lines.

If you want to fill in the color, you need to have a colored pen, so where is the pen?

The creator god stood up and stretched out his hands.

On his right hand appeared a hovering Rubik's Cube-like thing, emitting a strange light, with a keyhole in the middle of one side of the Rubik's Cube.

A key naturally appeared on his left hand, and it didn't look anything special compared to the Rubik's Cube.

These two things are the center of the world and the keys needed to use it.

The keyhole, the key, and the center of the world are so obvious, the key is here to open the lock, and you can start the creation of the world by opening the center of the world with the key.

That's what the creator God thinks in his heart, and he does so in his hands.

The creator god had inserted the key into the lockhole, but the lock did not open.

Insert the key and then turn to a certain side, and the lock will be opened, but the creator god only stopped halfway through such a simple action.

The creator god's eyes closed at some point, and then his body stiffened and fell, and the Rubik's Cube rolled to the side, and the key was still inserted in it, and the creator god passed out.

Who did it, it was the creation god chosen by time, who could harm him, not to mention that there were no other beings in this space, and those consciousnesses were just a mass of energy, and there was nothing that could threaten him.

"It seems to have worked. ”

A new voice appeared, not the voice of the creator god, but it came from the creator god.

This is an old voice, and you don't have to look at the owner of the voice to imagine how old he is, and the owner of this voice is really old, looking at least a hundred years old or more, a million years old?

This old man came out of the body of the creator god, yes, yes, he came out of the body, and it is impossible to imagine how a person came out of the body of another person, but this is how he appeared.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the problem is that the creator god was created by time, except for the creator god, time did not create other living beings, so where did this old man come from?

Although the old man is old, his figure is actually tall, just looking at the back gives people an unfathomable feeling, coupled with the white beard that is nearly half a meter long, and his very decent dress, he looks like a wise man.

The old man stroked his beard, looked at the creator god lying on the ground, and said:

"You are the creator god chosen at that time. ”

The creator god had already passed out, and of course it was impossible to answer him.

"Well, it's right to follow the law to enter the two realms, and then I have to give this time to heal, but I can't do it, I have to look at this kid. ”

After the time disappeared, the old man locked on to the location of the creator god, and appeared directly here from between the two worlds through the body of the creator god.

After that, the old man leaned down, stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and nodded lightly at the center of the eyebrows of the creator god, this very simple action did not bring any changes to the surroundings, but the creation god seemed to sleep more deeply.

Without standing up, the old man reached out and picked up the Rubik's Cube on the side, and he sat on the ground like the God of Creation, playing with the Rubik's Cube with both hands, just like a child getting a new toy, his eyes revealed excitement and excitement, but there was a little regret.

"This is the heart of the world this time, it's no different from the last world. ”

With a mysterious smile, the old man looked at the creator god again and said:

"You don't have to do the little things like creation, you have to do the real big things. ”

What? In the old man's opinion, creation was just a small thing, so what could be the big thing he was talking about?

The old man turned his gaze to the Rubik's Cube again, the key was still inserted in the Rubik's Cube, he pinched the key with his left hand, and turned to the left, and the Rubik's Cube opened.

A strong white light emanated from the Rubik's Cube and enveloped the old man, forming a white ball on the smooth continent, and the old man began to create a world in this white ball.

"Everything is ready, just wait for the east wind. The old man said.