Obviously, only the old Wotaum, who has lost most of his bodily functions and whose only thing to do is think, has time to consider what the nature of the universe is.

Judging from his physical condition and the degree of respect he is respected by those scientific research directors, he naturally will not play more trendy games, so the "game" in his mouth is actually the most primitive meaning of this word, such as making pictures, hide and seek, jumping rubber bands, turning flower ropes and so on.

That is, "the universe is the whim of some high-dimensional beings who just want to see a big bang, but have no interest in the balls that have been re-condensed by the embers of the explosion and the microbes that have been born on them." ”

His "game theory" should not have been published yet, and it should have a wonderful chemical reaction with the research results of the Phoenix Kid in the future, so that the younger Wottaum understood that "this world is a virtual world of video games", which is embarrassing.

Although the "culprit" was found, his question still had to be answered.

The previous was all fought by Laplace demons, but this time he couldn't explain it, so I had to go out myself, and given that this is the "altar of truth" in exchange for the truth, I can't just make it up and fool around.

[I think you fooled Ute and Bao quite smoothly, isn't it? 】

That's because they don't care about the truth of the universe at all, and I'm explaining the reason for Maraffia's appearance, and here, looking at the old ...... who is ready to trade his life for the truth Uh, old man, can you bear to fool around? ’

[uh...... I think I'll be beaten if I say 'forbearance'......]

"You can give up this question and go back the way you came, old man," Marefia stared seriously at the old Wartaum in front of her, "It's not that I'm going to add it temporarily, but the price of this answer is not only your life, but also your 'existence' itself, in short, if I tell you the answer, then on this planet, and even in the entire universe, you will 'never exist'." ”

"[Hehehe, it seems that you are more than just a 'ghost' of the Galactic Alliance, ma'am," the old man Wotaum typed with difficulty, but his pleasure could be seen in the characters alone: "[Don't worry, please tell me.] 】”

How could I be concerned about you, it's obviously the Laplace demon who is also listening, if he blows it up because he can't accept it, it's going to be troublesome.

Although the Altar of Truth seems to Wattaum to be a strange alien structure, in fact, there is a large blue butterfly floating in the sky all the time.

"This universe is only the size of the Milky Way," Marefia said, "Every once in a while, a powerful 'Extraterrestrial Demon' will invade and destroy all civilizations that go into space, and it is the goal of the Galactic Alliance to try to survive as many civilizations as possible before it invades." ”

"Please continue." The old man Wotaum typed slowly.

"And this event is only the 'game background', and the battlefield against the 'Outer Demons' is the stage for the protagonists," Marefia continued, "You seem to have discovered this and tried to stop the game by self-destructing, but unfortunately, your race is not important enough to achieve that goal, so 'this time' I am responsible for locking down the technology to prevent the 'last time' situation in Vatorum." ”

"[Oh, vacuum decay.] Old Waraum shook his head slowly: "I don't have any other questions. 】”

He seems to have a lot of misunderstandings, but it's okay to tell him about the background of Mass Effect, and there's no need to even talk about the doomsday element, in addition, although the Laplace demon is shocked, there is no sign of collapse for the time being, and the ability to accept it is okay.

"Well, I'm sorry." Maryfia raised her hand and pierced the shell of the old man Wotaum with a blade of light, and the next moment, she and the old man and his transportation device instantly turned into golden points of light and scattered in all directions.

At the same time, the Waudaum who were watching the altar were collectively stunned for a moment, and then they each withdrew their gazes, and scattered as they communicated, as if the old Waudaum had never been up at all:

"It's a pity that those physicists can be studied in a few more years. 】”

"[I can't understand what they're thinking at all, but I respect their choice. 】”

"[No information came back from the altar, it was a failure. 】”

[No, there are certain questions that she can answer, and that's the best information.] 】”

"[What should I do with this altar, and keep it as an attraction?] 】”

"I'll leave it to the big guys to think about it. 】”

……

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"[Old Director! 】”

"[Old Director! 】”

"How can you come?! 】”

After Marefia returned to the orbit of the satellite with the elderly Wotaum, Wotaum, who had been born before, exclaimed.

It's a large, translucent space platform - sponsored by the Laplace Demon, and it's so large that it seems that the Vortaum wandering around it are a bit scattered.

"It seems that you are not so ruthless. The old supervisor Wotaum said with a smile before examining his body with some surprise.

After all, the heroic spirit form, directly back to the peak moment, how could he still be sick.

"No, you don't have to send me a good person card, these Vortaum who have been exchanged for the truth are indeed dead, and you will be forgotten by the people except them," Maraffia shook her head, "It's a game, but it's not a joke. ”

So how are you going to place them? The old man seemed to have reacquainted himself with the use of his vocal organs, and his speech gradually became fluent.

"Their souls, I mean the 'thinking electromagnetic waves', will stay in this 'subspace', allowing observation and small interference with the real world until no one remembers them anymore and will assimilate with the 'group consciousness'," Marefia glanced at the elderly Wotaum, "and you, on the other hand, will stay with the 'group consciousness' until they die." ”

"[Hehe, that sounds pretty good, so I still have a long time to think about,]" he turned his head slightly, "So, where is my 'roommate'?" 】”

"[Hello, Dr. Stephen Hawking, I am the group consciousness 'Laplace Demon' of Wattaum,] the giant blue light butterfly slowly appeared: "[Given your unparalleled prestige in the Vortaum population, I hope to have your guidance in my future work. 】”

"Hehe, of course no problem, they always say that I have guided the development of science, and this time I am going to come to the real thing. 】”

…… Hinting at my sister's translation of alien names is really getting more and more faithful.