This is how things are. If you insist on putting it into words, it's nothing more than me starting to decipher the origin of this world, or perhaps the true essence of a Level One civilization. If I succeed, the future will be glorious—fine food and drinks, a small castle, and perhaps a fair lady for each of us.
If I fail, it's not a big deal. Based on current conditions, the universe constantly cycles and evolves, splitting into countless parallel yet distinct worlds. Humanity naturally follows this pattern of iteration. At worst, if I fail, my head rolls, leaving behind a brief scar. Eighteen years later, I'll be a brave soul again. We'll meet in the next Cosmic Era. By then, Xiaofeng might be the naive daughter of a wealthy family—beautiful but brainless, destined to be a queen consort but deceived into tragedy by a servant from the Minister's household.