I Have a Sailing Game

"The sun and the moon..."

"Daylight and starry sky?" Rogel frowned slightly: "I knew there had to be a world of daylight somewhere in this world... But why is there no perception of it? Is it because it’s hidden deeper? Or has it perished in the disaster?"

Within the information given by the hint.

The Rambler used "they," which confirms that the sun and moon in the sky are two different entities.

And that star-filled world over there should be the starry sky mentioned later, so the sun on the other side must likely possess its own unique world of "daylight."

Of course, this is just Rogel’s conjecture.

[However, as beings like you, their relationship seems to be not so harmonious.]

[Because you see that at the border of their powers, countless rays of light and starlight fall like meteors, impacting the Earth.]

[This results in numerous craters and everlasting flames on the ground, with various splendid minerals burning at their edges.]

[Faced with this scene, you extinguished the thought of wanting to communicate with them.]

"Conflict? Naturally opposed sides? Interesting..."

Rogel touched his chin and smiled.

In comparison to the Rambler, the sun and moon seemed to have been birthed earlier, but they didn’t follow the rules of day-night rotation; instead, they tried to seize complete control through war.

He doesn’t know if the world where the Rambler exists is the original world at its inception.

But now, it seems that its rules might be lacking.

[After retracting your gaze, you’ve been silent for a long time, choosing to envelop yourself with the power of dreams and continue forward on this continent.]

[During your journey, you couldn’t help but start pondering some questions.]

[You don’t know what your goal is, nor do you know what your mission is.]

[Although it’s absurd, you feel that your existence seems to just be for the sake of existing.]

[You’re not very fond of this.]

[So, is there a way for you to stop existing?]

[You couldn’t think of any means, nor did you plan to find out, as you were merely thinking randomly, just to pass the time.]

Following the Rambler’s perspective, this meaningful yet seemingly aimless dialogue made Rogel fall into contemplation.

If such a question were given to him to answer, it would naturally be very simple.

If one wishes to stop existing, the answer to the problem would be — death.

Why hasn’t the Rambler thought of this?

It shows that it doesn’t have the concept of "death" in its mind at all.

"Perhaps there exists a True God who holds the power over death..."

Rogel shook his head.

Demigods merely ignite the flame and connect with the power, like a branch, not the power itself.

Whereas True Gods probably are indistinguishable from the power itself.

Rogel took a breath and continued to watch.

He didn’t want to keep watching a section and then reflecting on it.

But it was because the world from the Rambler’s perspective was still desolate.

The majority of the scenes the Rambler saw were just vast dull yellow lands, occasionally sighting peaks, very boring.

But soon, this situation improved.

[In such aimless wandering, you felt a bit bored.]

[You stopped, directing your attention to the power you hold.]

[Dream... you have a deep yet shallow understanding of it.]

[To you, it’s a world uniquely yours, capable of fabricating anything you wish to create.]

[After taking a glance at the outside world, you shook your head and returned to your dream.]

[The outside world was too dull, so you decided to play in your dream.]

[You fell asleep, returning to your unique dream, fabricating numerous desired things.]

[Moving dull yellow earth, floating dull yellow earth, spinning dull yellow earth...]

[Sun on the east side, sun on the west side...]

[Moon on the east side...]

"..." Rogel couldn’t help but smile as he watched: "Sure enough, it’s beyond imagination of anything outside understanding..."

Even if within the dream one can fabricate a myriad of fantastic creations.

But the Rambler itself has only seen dull yellow earth, the sun, and the moon, perhaps a few rays of light and starlight, nothing else.

Thus, even if everything in the dream is at its command, it can only fabricate such simple things, maybe adding some of its own characteristics...

Yet in spite of that, the Rambler still plays enthusiastically.

At least it’s far more entertaining than the outside world.

It holds immense power yet remains as pure as a child.

[Without a concept of time, in the dream you spent an indeterminate amount of time.]

[At last, you felt utterly bored, unable to muster any interest to stay here.]

[You felt the world was just like this, everything very dull.]

[You had the impulse to die... yet you didn’t know what death was or how to die...]

[After contemplating for an unknown length of time, you recalled the two beings in the sky.]

[In the dream, they remained mere playthings; perhaps stepping into reality to communicate with them may offer you some unexpected experiences.]

[As for war... hmm, you’re not too fond of such things, but if they enjoy it, then accompany them for a play; it’s still better than eternal boredom in the dream.]

[With this thought, you stepped out of the dream and woke up.]

[However, the moment you left the dream, you sensed the world seemed drastically different.]

[It’s enveloped in lush green everywhere, tall green entities you’ve never seen before.]

[From them you perceive a force, a power you’ve never encountered before, seemingly stemming from a being of the same level as you.]

"Hmm... waking up, the world changed."

"Seems while the Rambler slept, a new deity mastered the power of life..."

"Plants... life?"

Rogel pondered.

[Facing this world so different from before you slept, you’re very excited and thrilled.]

[Now the world is full of unseen things, countless.]

[Forests, lakes, lush peaks, rivers in valleys...]

[Although the sun and moon in the sky still clash, you’ve discovered much joy from the previously boring land.]

[In the forest, you even encountered numerous animals you’ve never seen before; they are as naive as you are, yet full of ignorance, only possessing some odd instincts that intrigue you.]

[You are very interested in these lives, observing them for a long time throughout time.]

[You discover the differences between them and yourself.]

[They weren’t born with tremendous power, only peculiar instincts, unlike your appearance, which remains unchanged.]

[Additionally, their appearance seems influenced by the passage of time, growing from small to large, weak to strong, and eventually becoming weak again, until... motionless.]

[You don’t know why these lives inevitably head towards a motionless ending, thus feel curious.]

[Perhaps, you should seek out the source of this power and inquire why.]

"The arrival of life and death..."

After a slight thought, Rogel understands what transpired while the Rambler was asleep.

[With curiosity for this question, you once again embark on a journey across the world.]

[You see many things you’ve never seen before; the emergence of life adds a different atmosphere to the continent, making you quite happy.]

[During the journey, you also record these changes and the lives one by one, perhaps recreating those motionless lives in your own dream.]

[Throughout the long journey, you didn’t find the life power source you sought.]

[But you came across another being of your kind in a massive lake...]