Chapter 3467 (2/2)
”What?” The man was stunned.
”You don't understand what I'm doing. You're just playing tricks. You have no 'experience' and 'story' of growth. We haven't had it. The universe is only a few months old. Because it was restarted last time, we are all poor people trapped in the grid and dialog box.”
”What did you say?” Men really don't understand.
”Grid, grid, spacer, square, line segment, whatever you call it.”
The talking heart pirate raised his hands as if he had caught something, and then pulled it down sharply.
The darkness around all faded, revealing the pale background of space. No, space has lost its meaning. At this time, the existing things have been suspended, like losing constraints.
”My God! My God! Where are we?”
The weightless middle-aged man lay on the table. He kept rotating in the seemingly boundless white world.
”Now you see the truth behind our universe. Every world is built on this white fiber paper. They will be destroyed and forgotten at will, but they will eventually be rebuilt, copied and used. I am the one who is excluded from every restart of the universe. This is what I want to discuss with someone.”
The soul pirate said a lot. He was not excited, or he was not in any mood. He just talked about his own views, and sighed with regret:
”In fact, I heard the news to let Batman or the death knell come to me, not you... Your IQ and the information you have can't help me at all. Unfortunately, it seems that I can't make them pay attention to me as a little man by imitating Luther and taking out my spiritual power as a prize, ha ha.”
But at this time, the middle-aged man could not answer him. He was buttoning the mask stuck to his face. I don't know when it began. It seemed that he grabbed all his organs and made him unable to breathe.
He grabbed the edge of the mask and wanted to take it off, but even with more force, he tore his chin, broke his nails and sprinkled blood into the empty space.
The mask did not move, but his blood quickly turned black, like a string of humble ink stains.
”It's no use. You're scared. Medusa mask will amplify this fear thousands of times, and then absorb these emotions. Therefore, you'll be scared to death by yourself.”
Just like confirming what he said, the middle-aged man soon kicked his legs and lay on the table. The mask automatically fell off his face and fell on the table with a crisp sound.
At this time, the corpse's face became as white as paper, or he faded his color, leaving only the line shape of black enough.
After that, the soul pirate picked up his mask in a sigh and was ready to continue his lonely journey.
Because he was stripped out of the universe, he remembered every restart, every crisis, every flash point, every time
He observed them from another level.
But just as he picked up the mask and raised his hand to put it on, he suddenly stopped and began to look around:
”Who's talking?”
”You haven't listened to your problems, mind pirate.”
A voice seemed to come from high above, like the voice of God.