Chapter 3: The Forgotten World

Lin Mo suppressed his excitement and gently placed his hand on the Boundless Boundary Stone.

A faint glow enveloped him as he felt his consciousness being pulled into the depths of his mind.

Then—

The world around him shifted.

He opened his eyes to an endless starry sea.

The Boundless Boundary Sea.

A vast, limitless cosmos stretched before him, so immense that it was impossible to grasp its true scope.

Countless glowing orbs floated in the void—some bright, some dim, some large, some barely flickering. Each of these radiant clusters represented a world, filled with its own life, history, and civilizations.

Lin Mo's breath caught in his throat.

Even though he had prepared himself for this moment, standing here now, he couldn't help but feel insignificant.

This… is the Boundless Boundary Sea?"

His voice trembled slightly, awed by the sheer immensity of it all.

He exhaled slowly, trying to steady his thoughts.

"And yet, even this vast starry sky is merely a remote corner of the true Boundless Sea…"

"Just how unfathomable is the real thing? Even the mightiest of creators probably can't comprehend its full scope."

Shaking off his awe, Lin Mo focused on the coordinates in his mind.

Guided by the Boundless Boundary Stone, he moved swiftly through the sea of worlds. Normally, searching for a world could take hours, even days, but the stone amplified his speed exponentially.

Within minutes—he arrived.

And the moment he saw it… his heart sank.

Before him floated a dim, gray sphere.

It was utterly lifeless.

Unlike other worlds, which radiated energy—be it the fiery aura of a martial arts civilization or the ethereal glow of a magic-based realm—this world was silent.

Dead.

Lin Mo instinctively reached out to sense its presence… but he felt nothing.

No elements. No vitality. No warmth.

Just an eerie, suffocating void.

He stared at the ashen light in front of him, his thoughts racing.

"What kind of world is this…?"

His heart wavered. For over ten years, he had anticipated this moment. He had imagined countless possibilities—a legendary cultivation world, a mythical realm filled with gods, even a technological utopia.

But this?

This was a graveyard.

He hesitated.

Logically, he should abandon this world and search for another.

But…

The system won't activate unless I bind this exact world."

Lin Mo clenched his fists.

He had no choice.

Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind.

"Fine. Let's go in and take a look!"

With a thought, his consciousness drifted forward, merging into the gray sphere

The world revealed itself.

It was tiny—less than ten kilometers in diameter.

Desolate. Lifeless. Ruined.

Cracked, barren ground stretched endlessly beneath his feet, covered in nothing but coarse gravel and dusty brown soil. No plants. No water. No wind.

Above, thick, dark clouds churned across the sky, casting a dull rust-colored light over the land. The moon, looming in the distance, looked old and corroded, its pale glow only intensifying the eerie stillness.

Everything about this place screamed death.

Lin Mo stared at the world, his face turning pale.

This was it?

This was the precious world he had been waiting for all these years?

Not even a single blade of grass?

Not even a primitive civilization?!

His heart ached.

"Even that fool Chen Yuan got a world with primitive life! And I… I got a wasteland?!"

Lin Mo wanted to curse out loud.

But… there was nothing he could do.

He had to bind this world.

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind, confirming his fate:

[You have selected the current world!]

[World Level: Normal]

[World Type: Unknown]

[World Potential: Unknown]

[Binding Difficulty: Easy]

[Do you wish to begin binding?]

Lin Mo closed his eyes, exhaled sharply, and muttered:

Bind it."

[Binding world—]

[Congratulations! Binding successful!]

A strange connection surged through Lin Mo's soul.

It was as if something unseen had woven an invisible thread between him and the dead world before him, linking them forever.

At that moment—

A new voice resounded in his mind.

[Ding!]

Lin Mo froze.

His heart pounded.

A system notification?

[Host has successfully bound the selected world. Activating the Indescribable Creator System…]

[System activation—]

[Congratulations, the Indescribable Creator System has been fully activated!]

Lin Mo's eyes widened.

It's here!

The golden finger he had dreamed of!

Before he could react, his vision suddenly blurred—

His mind was pulled into a strange, chaotic illusion.

He saw a throne.

It loomed within the infinite darkness of the cosmos, ancient and indescribable.

All around it, unspeakable entities writhed and danced—mad things with twisting limbs, countless eyes, and shrieking mouths.

They pounded on black drums, played haunting flutes, and let out warped, insane howls.

Their melodies were empty yet overwhelming, chaotic yet hypnotic, a sound so unnatural that Lin Mo's very soul trembled.

His mind blurred.

Seconds stretched into eternity.

Was it a moment? A thousand years?

He didn't know.

Then—it was gone.

Lin Mo gasped, snapping back to reality.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

His memory of what he had just witnessed… was completely gone.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall even a single image.

Yet, one truth was crystal clear in his heart.

He had changed.

His mind buzzed with new knowledge—

The Indescribable Creator System.

The ability to create and shape existence itself.

The power to manifest beings beyond human understanding.

And most importantly—

[Every entity you create will receive a massive power boost!]

Lin Mo's breath hitched.

The implications of this were terrifying.

Even though he had bound nothing more than a lifeless, ordinary world…

With the Indescribable Creator System, he could still crush even the most powerful extraordinary civilizations!

His hands trembled slightly as he whispered:

"Indescribable Creator System… how truly indescribable."

A grin slowly crept onto his face.

But before he could revel in his newfound power, he reminded himself—

"It's too early to celebrate."

"I'm still just a beginner Creator."

Lin Mo exhaled, calming himself.

"I've been in the Boundless Sea for too long—I need to leave before something goes wrong."

With a single thought, his consciousness detached from the world.

Back in reality, Lin Mo's eyes snapped open.

Professor Li Ping let out a relieved sigh.

"You took your time," he muttered. "Nine minutes and counting… Any longer, and I would've had to pull you out myself."

Lin Mo didn't respond.

He was still processing everything.

Because from this moment forward—

He wasn't just an ordinary Creator.

He was something else entirely.

And soon… the universe would come to understand what that meant.