After the world achieved its first surplus, the true god on the other side of karma slowly opened his eyes.
He had always been certain that Pangu's world would eventually be his—that foolish administrator, how could he withstand the daily erosion of the "karma debt"? Back then, he had "lent" his power to Pangu at a paltry price, precisely because he saw through the seemingly beautiful yet fatally imbalanced nature of it all.
Now, his composure finally cracked.
"They... actually turned things around?"
The whisper carried no anger, only a flicker of cold astonishment. Yet he showed no panic, gently stroking the crystalline contract entwined with dark threads before him.
"No matter. I planted my seeds long ago."
With a thought, he issued a command to the shadow lurking deep within Pangu's world:
"Activate now. Let's see how long this so-called 'surplus' can last."
He was convinced everything was under control.
What he didn't know was—
They had long fallen into a trap of their own.