"The supreme ruler of the night and stars? What a great ambition!" Lu Zhiyu laughed.
As he snapped his fingers, a black chess piece that was emitting a fluorescent glow rotated and then fell down, landing on the Sumerian Kingdom on the map of Maria's World. On the chess piece, there was an image of someone dressed in a black robe, like a wizard's. He was holding a candle, and the faint candlelight seemed to illuminate the whole night.
"It seems that he wants to be the god of night, and its corresponding authority is controlling the length of the night, temperature changes, human sleep time, and even human dreams. This god can make a series of corresponding rules, and there is great potential for authority expansion," Lu Zhiyu observed.
As he put hands together under his chin, his two forefingers moved constantly. He was clearly in deep thought. At last, he raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Well, I'll let him see if he can handle it!"
