Chapter 2598 (1/2)

The recorder looked at the skull in his hand, at the empty eyes.

As if his words were just what he said to himself, the skeleton burst out a strong blue light.

It throws out a skull, which begins to spin in the air, then flashes, and is replaced by a man in a black tights.

The man fell to the ground, his face as if still with the pain before death, kneeling on the ground, breathing violently.

”I don't understand.”

Seeing his palm again and feeling the touch of the moon, the man murmured.

He remembered that he should have died. Why did he come back to life?

With his big book, the recorder turned his eyes to the earth again: ”mitteron, some time ago, you were destroyed, and I recast you.”

Only then did mitteron realize that there was someone behind him, but he knew that whoever could revive himself would not be simple.

So he rotated in place, kept kneeling and turned to his gray, shriveled legs: ”who are you, please?”

The recorder seems to have a good feeling for polite people. He calmly replied in a vacuum environment:

”I'm a clerk from the great omnipotent universe. My task is to record the state of each multiverse. People call me recorder. Your multiverse has just experienced a disaster that should have led to its demise, but it has survived strangely, which puzzles me. ”

There is a faint blue light on the earth. Standing in this light, mitteron's tights can also shine, which is the natural dissipation of energy, but he feels that compared with the people in front of him...

it's like the difference between the light of fireflies and stars.

”The multiverse almost died? How long have I been dead? Who caused this disaster? ”

The mummified recorder picked up his big book and showed it to mitteron.

”See for yourself.”

”Ah

As the God who cast Mobius chair, mitteron had been used to the huge information flow that the chair sent every moment. Even the flight path of a fly in different worlds would be known by him, and everything was transmitted in real time.

But just a glance at the mysterious book, he felt that his brain was almost burned, and the huge amount of information that he couldn't think of in the past rushed into his mind like a roar, which made him scream.

The recorder just took back the book and watched the smoking mitteron rolling on the ground. It didn't speak until the other party could kneel up again several minutes later:

”it seems that you know what happened after your death, but you have to understand that mitteron, compared with your work, I can't count the years when I performed my mission.”

But the God couldn't answer. He just gasped.

”Hoo, Hoo...”

”I've visited many incredible worlds and witnessed countless wonderful worlds, but I've never seen a world destined to be rebooted that can be pulled back from the cliff by mortals. There's nothing like this cosmic scene that only I can see.”