The recorder looked at the skull in his hand, staring at the empty eyes.As if he were following his words, just as his words fell, the skeleton erupted with a blue glow.It threw out a skull, which began to spin in the air, and then a flash of light flashed and was replaced by a man in a black leotard who appeared there.The man fell to the ground, his face still showing the pain of death, and he fell to his knees and gasped violently."
I ......
Don't understand. ”After seeing his palm again and feeling the touch of the moon, the man muttered.He remembered that he was supposed to be dead, so why was he resurrected again?
The recorder took his large book and turned his gaze back to Earth: "Mitron, some time ago, you were destroyed, and I recast you. ”Mitteron realized that there was someone behind him, but he knew that whoever could resurrect him would certainly not be easy.So he spun in place, kneeling down and turning to the gray shriveled legs in front of him: "Who are you?"
”The recorder seemed to have a good impression of polite people, and he calmly replied in a vacuum: "I am a clerk from the Great Almighty Universe, tasked with recording the state of each multiverse, and people call me the recorder.And your multiverse, which has just undergone a catastrophe that should have led to its demise, has strangely survived, which is puzzling to me. ”The earth glowed with a faint blue light, and the two of them stood in this light, and Mitron's tights could also glow, which was a natural dissipation of energy, but he felt that compared to the person in front of him......
It's like the difference between a glowing light and a star."
The multiverse almost perished?
I......
How long have I been dead?
And who caused this disaster?
”The corpse-like recorder picked up his large book and spread it out for Mittron to look at."
See for yourself.""
Ah!!
hAs the god who forged the Möbius chair, Mitron had long been accustomed to the huge flow of information sent by the chair every moment, and even the flight path of a fly in different worlds would be known to him, and everything was transmitted instantly.But just by looking at the mysterious book, he felt that his brain was almost burned, and a huge amount of information that he couldn't think of in the past rushed into his mind like a tsunami, making him scream.The recorder simply withdrew the book and watched the smoking Mittron roll on the ground until it was a few minutes later when the other party was able to kneel again, and then it spoke: "It seems that you know what happened after you died, but you must understand, Mitron, that the years of my mission are no longer worth counting compared to your work. ”But the god couldn't answer, he just gasped."
Whew, Whew......""
I've visited many incredible worlds, witnessed countless wonderful worlds, but I've never seen a world destined to be restarted that can be pulled back from the edge of a cliff by mortals, this cosmic spectacle that only I can see, nothing compares to it."
The recorder was very calm, and he watched as the distant sun peeked out of the earth with a golden thread, and the place called the United States should be dawn by now.But it sees more than that, and the universe is more than that.In its eyes, there is a landscape that others can't see, a monolithic universe from a higher level, everything is different."
I ......
Incomprehensible. ”Mitron is clearly unable to resonate with the other person, just as in the old days, ordinary humans often couldn't understand his thoughts.Depending on the height and angle, the things you see tend to be different.This is the root of the difference between intelligent beings."
Maybe I can explain a little bit more patiently."
The recorder was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pinched his burning chin, rubbing his fingers back and forth: "You know everything about the 'stories', but they should have gone to a natural ending, and they will be torn apart by the 'nightmares' connected to the 'crisis', but now, the stories are half-dreaming and half-awake, why is this happening?"
You'll have to help me figure it out. ”Mitron was a little dumbfounded, and he looked at the flames of his observer's face, hoping to see something akin to a joke.But the other party's face was like Batman's, and the corners of his mouth, which were obviously brighter than the surroundings, were curved downward, very serious.Mitron, who knew how many pounds and taels he had, was silent, and after a long time he shook his head, unable to give an explanation: "All this is new information to me, Pepetua, the laughing bat, the dark and diverse secrets, all of which tear the universe apart. ”"That's what I'm hoping to figure out, why is this happening?"
The problem is back to square one, the recorder has strayed from his own path, and he should have been responsible for documenting what happened, not why.Mitron turned around and got up from the ground trembling, his legs were still shaking, and he had already spread his hands: "I used to be an indifferent bystander, looking at things from a 'macroscopic' perspective through the chair of Möbius, and the result was that the story I witnessed came back to me, it was so heavy, so terrible, but now, that story did not happen, everything changed, which made me doubt myself, and naturally I can't give you any answers." ”The recorder touched his chin, his black and red flame head swayed, and his eyes narrowed: "I don't understand, why can people bypass the arrangement of the story, ignore the rules of the court, and forcibly change the fate of diversity?"
”"You just showed me that book, and it contains your rules."
Mitron rubbed his face in the same way and looked at the empty universe: "But you've broken the law now, show me, communicate with me, this should be beyond your story, isn't it?"
”The recorder of the "......" chin tilted his head to think and did not give a positive answer."
I belong to a cosmic race that has been torn apart and at war for millennia, and I have been part of it, betraying my duty again and again, participating in the struggle between gods and mortals, and deceiving myself that it was the price to pay for the pursuit of knowledge."
Mitron turned around again, looked at the bright planet, and said in a calm tone: "But with the separation of me from the chair, my vision has also changed, and I have found that this multiverse is also wonderful, and even now, the stress response of this multiverse to your arrival is also amazing." ”The recorder thought for a moment: "Yes. ”Mitron smiled slightly, he raised his head and looked into the distance, perhaps at the place where the Origin Wall had cracked: "That means that this multiverse is still doing its job, and it shouldn't die." ”"I agree with your explanation for the time being, Mittron, but when the Origin Judge arrives, will it still be able to gain his approval?
I'm only in charge of the records, and the chief is not. ”Shinkin nodded calmly, and he affirmed, "It's a bit ridiculous to say, but I believe in humans in some ways. ”