If there's anything that can motivate an intellect individual, it's what we call "motivation."

In Magpie's understanding, all motives can be classified as "interests".

Interests, to put it bluntly, just want to do it.

Spiritual, material, or random, inevitable.

The sages do good, because to carry out good is to carry out their own way.

Wild beasts hunt their prey, in order to survive.

No matter how ridiculous something is, as long as you start from the interests behind it, then you can get a glimpse of its orderliness.

Magpie has gone through a long time, and what he has found in the tangled fog is the word "profit".

Not in the narrow sense of profit, but in a broad sense of some internal driving force.

It can make the world "must be like this" and allow the possibility of the future to be established.

Once the core essence of something is grasped, then the questions associated with it become clear.

So this thing in front of you. Why did it touch the tricolor plane?

Magpie's gaze penetrated the boundary wall of time and space, and his hands were in his trouser pockets, silently staring at the behemoth opposite.

You know, the tricolor world is dangerous, and there is no oil and water to fish.

Deserts and radiation areas account for a large part of the environmental landforms.

Since the beginning of the new era, faith civilization and human beings have been trying to repair the scars of the earth and erase the wounds caused by the previous generations of candles, but the results have not been good.

Most importantly.

The tricolor world is coming to an end.

The guy in front of him has arranged a lot of shadows here, and it is impossible not to know such important information.

The mother of all things, the black swan awakens,[SoRaFa] no longer exists,School Park and Paradise have their own policies,The former is seriously attritional,The latter is infighting,Mortals and gods are obsessed with fighting,Red sects rise。

It's over here, there's no way out.

There is only one way to destroy.

Sbeings born as distorted, unnatural "seeds", and black swans that are not the world in the first place.

It's long overdue, it's time to end.

At such times, there is no reason for outsiders to get involved.

The multiverse has not been born long ago, and it is not easy for any intellectual individual to be born, so why risk this troubled water?

Check it out!

The body shattered by the golden light, the mutilated mask.

It's ridiculous, and it's even more pathetic as an invading otherworldly evil god.

Of course, magpies don't think so.

The interests of the other side are not clear.

Under this premise, any assumptions and conjectures are meaningless.

Need.. Verify for yourself.

Magpie takes a step forward, and the network of cohomology attaches to the North Star, easily opening the hole that is about to disappear.

Since it has come, there must be benefits to be made.

For what?

There are also a lot of resources here.

For example, malice and murderous thoughts, tragedy and hatred.

A smile appeared at the corner of the magpie's mouth, and the development of events was somewhat unexpected to him.

That's great, isn't it?

"Suzu, I'll go and have a look on the other side. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Together. ”

Magpie looked back at Fei and asked with his eyes.

"I'll go too!"

The next moment, Polaris crossed the hole connecting the other world with three streamers of light.

Suddenly, all the surrounding lights and shadows slowed down or even stopped, and the cloudy colors spread all over every aspect of the field of vision.

The magpie does not leave a position in the tricolor plane.

He remembered the coordinates of the main material plane, and he also had the means to go back.

Phenanthrene.

The girl is already the king saint of the world.,You can go back at any time through the medium of the holy girl.,Her possibilities are too deeply involved with the three colors.,The fate of countless believers is linked to it-well,Theoretically, that's the case.。。

Magpie doesn't know what the next-generation multiverse will become, and maybe the space-time forms in other places are very different from the main material plane.

"Hmm... This is?"

Magpie appears in the dark.

Deep, supernatural black.

It's like the flickering light and shadow of an old black-and-white TV when the signal is unstable.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Suddenly, a ray of light cut through the endless darkness.

Knife.

The black-haired girl stood beside Magpie, motionless, and even made people wonder if it was her hand that had just moved.

The blue starlight streaked through the sky in a faint trajectory, turning into a circle and expanding into four dimensions, which lasted for a long time.

Ahead, a black creature squirmed in pain.

It's huge beyond human cognition.,It's almost the same as the school headquarters in Magpie's impression.。

That is, the monster of the level of "industrial civilization", the existence of competing with the omniscient and all-powerful in its heyday.

The spider squirmed, its body oozing viscous juice, and the mangled white mask stuck to its face, as if it had grown with it.

This huge creature does not look vicious, even a little pitiful.

The golden flames repeatedly ravaged the body, making terrible marks.

It had lost almost all of its limbs, and the ones that remained barely supported its huge, fat body were comical.

Magpie touched his chin.

Judging from the performance so far, it is probably barely enough to reach the side of the candle flame.

If you meet your own cheap apprentice, you can probably last for a minute.

However, it did not die under Antarctica, and even extinguished the flames.

That's pretty much the best thing to do.

"This place is a bit weird. ”

Magpie twisted his neck and glanced at the huge insect corpse in the distance.

It was a simple bug, but many times larger than a normal individual.

The magpie didn't pay attention to the frantic writhing creature, he walked straight to the corpse of the little worm thousands of kilometers away, and stepped out to get closer.

Well.

Big bugs.

"The pixels are really low. ”

Magpie said for no reason.

Yes.

This should be the source of the sense of disobedience.

The composition of bugs is very different from that of normal organisms in the physical world.

It's not just bugs.

The stones, the sand, the air here. It's all too crude.

The amount of information contained in a unit volume is so small that it seems to be made up of large building blocks.

If the basic unit of matter that makes up the tricolor world is particle A, it is particle B that makes up here.

Then B is hundreds of millions of times larger than A, and the two levels of complexity are not much different.

The cotonal network subconsciously stretched out its tentacles, spilled over the ground, and climbed up the rock wall.

Magpie observes this new and wonderful world from a unique perspective, smiling rather than smiling, with a wonderful expression.

After a long time, he suddenly reacted.

"Bell. ”

Magpie raised his hand and wiped the head of the girl next to him.

"Help me kill that spider. ”

"Hmm,"

The girl didn't say a word, and her figure disappeared directly in place.

The next moment, a pale blue starlight lit up in this dim corner of the world, and it seemed to be accompanied by silent screams and whimpering.

Fine invisible cracks appeared on the white mask, and the shredded starlight was hazy, enveloping the entire dark space, illuminating it as bright as day.

For a time, countless stars were born and died, just like the entire universe.