Chapter 32 The Collapsed World Line

Time and space, this is a word that has been mentioned in many novels and legends, and it often represents the ultimate power in the world, because the ability to travel through time and space at will is also the most beautiful dream that can be expected in the barren fantasy of human beings. However, it is only such an old word, and we will refer to it again here.

Do you remember why Zhao Mian stayed in such a peaceful world for so long? Yes, he was recuperating from his injuries. He was badly wounded, and though he couldn't tell it from the outside, he had been corrupted by the most primitive forces in the void - and that erosion did not begin in your flesh.

A collection of rules will be born in nothingness, that is, the most primitive world sample, but all collapsed worlds, the rules they have will also return to their original origin in nothingness - the erosion of nothingness is like the collapsed world, starting from rules.

But even if it is a pure power without any intelligent existence, the first one exposed to it will still be your own weakest shortcoming—and time is Zhao Mian's weakest one.

From the moment he stepped into nothingness, Zhao Mian had been eaten away for part of his time, his appearance would no longer continue to change with time, and all the time-delay spells imposed on him would no longer have an effect, no one knew what kind of changes had happened to the rules on his body, just as no one knew how long Zhao Mian had spent when their time temporarily stopped their steps.

Of course, just as every patient knows that they should be treated, Zhao Mian naturally kept conditioning his body, and as time went on, he pulled his body back from nothingness little by little, but a little accident happened......

Today's café closes much earlier than usual, and if the reason for this is probably due to the recent existence of some folk festivals, everyone rushes to the lively streets, and then spends a wonderful night with their favorite people in the night under the light of fireworks.

Yingwen left home early with a group of noisy children, and on such a holiday, Zhao Mian did not deliberately limit the threshold of some troubled scenery, in such a natural, it may be enough to call it a harmony between family members. However, compared to the lively Yingwen, Zhidai is extra stubborn - after following Zhao Mian to finish the final tidying up of the café, she did not accept the invitation from her classmates at school, but stubbornly stayed at home, even if she only chose to preview the next day's homework in the following time.

However, although there are some headaches, Zhao Mian does not hate Zhidai's stubborn character, on the contrary, he admires this kind of lady - because any successful person has his own unique stubbornness. Most of the good-for-nothing people are general, and only those who unswervingly move forward on the path they have decided can reach the pinnacle of life.

So, after putting his mind out of Tomoyo's door with a new, pale pink kimono and an extra pocket money about three times the usual amount, Zhao Mian returned to his room and began what he had to do every night - heal his body, organize his rules, and mediate his abilities.

And for such an abstract thing as rules, it will produce more abstract things, so troublesome and abstract things I will not spend time here to describe little by little, because there are so many theoretical knowledge and related paradoxes involved in it, I stopped working in this area after sorting out about 4,000 words of information - if you are very interested, you can Baidu yourself.

I don't know if you've ever been poked through your finger by a barb from a tree? At least that's what I did. The barbs growing on those trees aren't just small protrusions like they see, and smaller barbs grow in places you can't see in detail. So, once a barb is pierced into your body, if you force it out, it will inevitably bring out a lot of flesh - and even after processing, it will only bring out a little less flesh. Zhao Mian is probably facing this situation now.

He used the Light as an extension of his consciousness, pulling out some of the eroded rules from time to time in his body, and then slowly repairing and adjusting them (most of them were done by the rules themselves after removing the void power that had eroded them), and then stuffed them back into their rightful place. It's like you've been hit by a feather arrow, and when you force it out, the barbs attached to it hook out a large chunk of your flesh - and then you've cleaned up the residue attached to it, and then smeared some biogel and stuffed it back into your body. I think everyone should already understand the pain caused by this act.

Today, on the other hand, is the most important thing for some time - time. Zhao Mian also knew that he had a problem with his time, although he had solved some things in the past with the help of these problems, but just like the sarcoma in your chest blocked a bullet for you, you still still had to clean it up - although the actual situation here is that what has been lost, it is basically impossible to make up for it again, not to mention that it is not even clear what you have lost.

Therefore, Zhao Mian carefully cut off the bridge between himself and the rules of the world, and after gradually feeling the uneasiness and weightlessness after being separated from the protection of the rules of the world, he began to sink his consciousness into the deepest source of his body - where his power is eroding, and he is still gnawing at the last protective layer formed by the Holy Light with his teeth and claws.

Little by little, he dialed his own timeline, and the incomplete rules represented the trauma he had suffered - he picked that rule out of his own body, and then sublimated himself to a high-latitude space, and began to proofread and adjust the timelines of others.

But that's when the accident happened—someone knocked on his room, not from his own body's knowledge, but from a message intercepted from the sea of inquiry. A visitor is rapidly approaching him or her - he or she may not have malicious intent, but in such a situation, it is extremely dangerous for anyone.

Zhao Mian began to sink his consciousness, he felt the gravity return to him little by little, the rules of the world were once again in his body, but when he opened his eyes, the countless lines made of rules still did not completely fade, but in the midst of all the abstract and concrete information, a warm, slender hand touched his forehead - and then, it was too late.

The owner of the hand began to decompose in the air, and after fading the regular line covering the human body, Zhidai appeared in front of Zhao Mian with a dazed and panicked look, but she didn't even make a sound for help, and completely disappeared in front of Zhao Mian.

"This time, it's a big problem. Bending down, he picked up the envelope with pocket money from the ground, Zhao Mian patted the dust attached to it, and then sighed heavily.

(hmm...... Then came the delightful unfolding of God...... Also, don't worry so much about the theoretical stuff mentioned in this chapter...... I don't want to talk about that special general relativity or anything like that, it's too much trouble. ）