Chapter 406: The Legendary Adventure of Destroying the World

Speaking of a person's existence, it is actually a very strange thing.

A person's perception of himself is actually mostly from an objective world that does not belong to him.

Just like if you want to see your appearance, you must have a mirror. You can never understand what you look like by relying on yourself alone.

Then... some people suspect that what they see, hear, smell... everything they perceive is a huge dream and a huge hallucination. The figure seen in the mirror is not me. The fingertips brushed across their faces, and the heat they perceived is just a prank by a god.

As a result, even one's own existence becomes unreal.

Then, the ancients had the view that I thought, so I was there. Of course, everything may be false, but my thoughts are always true. So, since there is my thoughts, there must be my existence.

Through such logic, the ancients tried to prove their existence...

But the problem is that if you think about me, you must have my existence. Such inferences are based on a large number of objective facts, precisely because people have never seen actions that separate from the subject, or the concept of actions itself is the product of people's separation of observed phenomena. Therefore, if the existence of objective things is denied, then this logical system will collapse.

Even if there is my thoughts, there may not be my existence.

It sounds ridiculous? Unfortunately, it is a pity that all absurdity has become possible after stripping away the objective world.

In fact, humans have no way to strictly prove their existence, and rely on it to survive and build a civilized world, and have never been the kind of philosophical theories that have reached the metaphysical level of searching for the roots.

So, if I follow the theory of the parent star, I don’t need to have any trouble at all. At least I think, so I understand this sentence in a literal sense. I can think for so long, at least I am still alive.

But... the last scene in memory was born in the New Territories.

The objective world of the New Territories is very different from the parent star. The logical system of conquering the world in the parent star is likely to collapse in the New Territories. Therefore... maybe I am dead now and no longer exists, and maybe...

After all, the survivors bombarded by the great magic technique of the God of Destruction have not been found so far. My current situation is probably unprecedented, and everything needs to be explored by myself.

All the five senses disappeared... This is easy to understand. The body that relies on to support the five senses collapsed completely, and naturally it cannot be seen or touched. The disappearance of the perception domain means that the injury this time is unprecedentedly heavy. At least I was stirred into blood mist by the winged angel, and it did not affect the existence of the perception domain.

Perhaps it is really as Xiberia said, the last great magic trick has hurt my roots. Xiberia's last trump card played with the spirit of a suicide bomber is of course a bit strange. In theory, the possibility of me gging about this is actually greater than surviving. Now I can still freely think that it is probably the result of the protagonist's halo everywhere?

So, why didn’t I die, or, I didn’t die thoroughly? And since I didn’t die thoroughly, what’s the situation now?

It feels like after pushing down the final wave Ss, facing the blue screen event before the final animation, which is really irritating... Lettier said that if I can win this battle, I can learn the truth of everything, and then, the truth of everything is just a blue screen!?

Why would these two people rather pay such a huge price than be with me? After careful calculations for decades, the last trump card was still dead. It can be seen that these two people have no confidence in this battle, and can basically be considered to be here to die.

It would rather die without a burial place, the eight major islands of the floating island that were implicated fell into the endless green sea, and thousands of practitioners were buried with them, and they would rather fight with the destruction god Tiya Polo to collapse and collapse the space... What exactly do they aim for?

What are the benefits, what are the benefits, and what reasons are there to support them as revolutionaries, resolutely?

Such a problem always lingers in my consciousness, leaving me in a dark void and almost unable to distract myself.

Why, why, why...

I don’t know how many times I asked myself repeatedly, and I don’t know how many assumptions I put forward...

Because I colluded with the God of Destruction, once I became the number one in the world, I would involuntarily destroy the whole world? But the primary and secondary relationship between me and Tiyaboro was clearly visible at a glance. How could I be influenced by her to destroy this land that I still care about? If I wanted to destroy the whole world, I could do it myself a long time ago.

Lettier said that after the seal of Supremium Island was lifted, she and Siberia made the decision. So what exactly is Supremium Island with such great magic?

Could it be that as an impermanent time, I once trained those two women and placed the photos and videotapes on the Supreme Island to seal them? But let's not talk about Lettier, if Shiberia is compatible with me, it can only be considered a self-mass? Training of ghosts is nothing more than a broken skin. What's the big deal? As for letting them sacrifice their lives?

Can't figure it out...

In nothingness, even time lost its meaning. I always remained awake and thoughtful, and even my qualification to sleep was deprived... I don't know how long it took, but I only remember that I counted the sheep last time, and it seemed that the data was overflowing. Before counting the sheep, I counted all of them.

That confusion lingers like a ghost.

Why Why Why...

In a trance, pictures seemed to appear in my consciousness. In the darkness, it was really exciting to have such a brilliant color, but seeing those pictures clearly was shocking.

Those pictures are clearly memories of my past, and they are replayed bit by bit from birth.

I am just having a good time, and memories flashed one after another. Isn’t this a dying rebirth? Could it be that I have spent too long in this dark space, and the lifespan of consciousness has come to an end?

The last time I was facing a crisis was in Liaobei. In the jade dream, I used a yy to kill a xiao wave ss. What does that wave ss look like? It seems that I can't remember it anymore...

However, if I can think so much, it is obvious that my heart is still very young and should not die so easily.

Then, the scenes that appeared in the picture began to attract my attention.

The earliest one was my birth, and from the perspective of a third party, in a snow-white ward, a nurse held a baby and chuckled gently, and a haggard woman lay on the sick, with infinite relief flowing in her half-open eyes... Just like the birth of countless other lives, a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

However, this is the first time I have seen my biological mother... I have been growing up in an orphanage since I can remember. Regarding my parents, I only know that they both passed away before I remember, and even left no video information. My parents' memories are only blank. Now, I don't know how my father still has, but my mother is an ordinary woman, nothing special.

Then, the next picture, also from the perspective of a third party, the mother sat side by side with another man on the plane, chatting and laughing softly, and then the plane slammed...

After that, it was completely consistent with my memory. After losing my relatives, I was arranged by the government to send me to an orphanage and received careful and comprehensive care, which made me mentally sound and steady. After I awakened my abilities, I realized the greater my ability and the greater my responsibility, and I was committed to maintaining world peace...

Well, these are too nonsense. Life in the orphanage is not pleasant. It is difficult for the local welfare organizations and its staff to have a commendable professional spirit. My kinship is severed and my relationship is extremely thorough. After the death of that ordinary husband, he didn't even leave anything for me. Therefore, I am very miserable in the orphanage...

These pictures are not of special value to me. Even if I know who my biological parents are, I am not in the mood to mourn anything now. What really makes me care about is...

Why do my memory images appear from a third-party perspective?

When my parents died in a plane accident, I was clearly left in China by them. Why did I see the scene before they died? Could it be that I knew how to communicate with others since I was so old?

This reason obviously doesn't make sense, because even now I don't understand... Moreover, is the sudden memory screen trying to tell me something? What is this third-party perspective hinting at?

Then, the picture changed again: I left the orphanage and was about to enter a boarding middle school. During the process of file transfer, I have always regarded as anonymous, with only nicknames but no daimyo, and was named Zhang San. This is the last spoof of the orphanage on me?

But since I gave it to me, then, after I awakened my ability, I had absolute control over my life, and I was self-reliant, but the name Zhang San was always kept until I entered university. I changed it to Li Si. When I was about to graduate, I worked hard to do it. Now I think about it, this name that is indistinguishable from the Anonymous is due to my personal unique aesthetic, and... it can also be said that there is God's will in the dark?

Recalling the third-person perspective that kept appearing in the previous picture, I suddenly realized it.

What is Zhang San, what is Li Si, Wang Wu... and what is it? This kind of name that refers to anyone, is actually... it refers to everyone, right?

As the origin of life, it is actually like the earth used by Nuwa to create humans. The so-called Wang Wu is just one of the forms. With a random pinch, he becomes another person.

Thinking of this, the picture in front of me flew forward, and one jaw-dropping scene after another appeared. Then, all the images disappeared, and replaced by a sentence that seemed to be flashing golden light.

I am the world, the world is me.

Then……

Everyone in the world is King Wu.
Chapter completed!