At this time, Loren's heart moved, and he couldn't help but start to look at the surrounding environment, the mountains were undulating and scattered, seemingly natural, but they happened to surround this tribal camp.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing water on one side, it gives this tribe the most stable living environment.

And the weirdest thing is that in the nearby ecological environment, there is not even a single beast......

Take a closer look at this primitive human race, from the construction of the camp, to the tool template, to the use of tools......

This made Loren couldn't help but say softly: "Seagull, you are sheltering this group." ”

The seagull smiled coquettishly and replied casually: "Nonsense, I just gave them the spark on a whim." ”

"Not only that, but their technology tree is obviously ahead, and on the other side of my afforestation area, there is also a primitive tribe ......" Loren said with a natural meaning: I will compare, don't want to lie.

The seagull finally turned its head to meet Loren's gaze and winked playfully.

Loren said, "How long have you been here?"

The seagull thought for a moment before saying, "It should have been more than a month." ”

Loren said, "I guess, that's real-world time, right?"

The seagull said, "Yes." ”

“......”

More than a month of real time, converted into the time of the mission plane, that is more than a hundred years!

Seagulls have been in this world for more than a hundred years......

The lifespan of primitive people is very short, and she has been in charge of the soil structure of this large area, so it means that she has seen the inheritance of this tribe for many generations, and she is likely to have a deep affection for them.

It is dangerous for the Creator to have feelings for the creatures.

Loren reminded: "Seagull, aren't you worried about mental exhaustion? The people above should let you go back to rest!"

Seagull smiled and shook his head: "I feel that everything is fine, so I have stayed." Falcon, I know you're wondering if I'm mentally exhausted and in an abnormal state. I'll tell you now, don't worry, I'm fine. ”

Before Loren could be persuaded, Seagull had already changed his tune: "It is often said that the end of science is philosophy, the end of philosophy is theology, and the end of theology is our ...... We are the Creator, so what is our end?"

There is a bond between the created and the created, and when the world is created, it is impossible not to help but doubt the world.

In the world of the main plane, there has never been a shortage of such voices, the so-called world of the main plane, people claim to be the creator, supreme, can create all things, maybe they are only the creations of the higher planes, and they who created us are only the creations of the higher level...... There is no end to the endless chain of creation, just as looking down is endless.

For such a negative energy mentality, the Federation has long had a set of ideological dialectical rhetoric, and when Loren was often called a genius, he was also puzzled and thought deeply about it, but later, just living had to spend all his strength, and how could he have time to think nonsense.

But he was all too familiar with this set of mainstream dialectical arguments, so he said: "In the process of creating the world, our favorite setting is to make the source of science dialectical theology, and the source of philosophy to be religion, and the advantage of this is that when there are loopholes in the world and cannot justify itself, it can be classified into the realm of theology." After using this kind of setting repeatedly, we can't help but have some self-doubt...... We are at the top of the infinite plane, like standing on the top of a mountain, some people will be proud, others will question whether we have reached the top of the mountain......"

Seagull interrupted Loren with a smile: "It seems that you have also thought about this aspect, and even moved out of the Federation...... But can you do a little experiment with me?"

Facing the girl's eager expectant eyes, Loren could only nod slowly.

The seagull's smile curled more kindly: "Then, next, you close your eyes and remember your childhood!"

Loren sighed, closed his eyes as he said, and tried to return to his golden childhood, where his father was holding his little hand and striding forward, his mother smiled softly and touched his little head......

Thinking about it, the corners of Loren's mouth couldn't help but overflow with a trace of tenderness, but soon, he opened his eyes again and asked, "Okay, then what?"

The seagull was very dissatisfied with Loren's deliberate distance, she took the initiative to get closer, from her demeanor to her voice, with a sense of mystery: "Have you noticed that when you were a child, everything was often from a third-person perspective! But these are obviously our own experiences! Shouldn't it be a first-person perspective? So, may I ask, who is watching these things from a third-person perspective, and who am I in the first-person perspective at that time?"

Loren was inexplicably creepy, and the pious worship sound that came from afar under the mountain suddenly seemed to increase a hundredfold, and in a frenzied rhythm, it suddenly highlighted every word that the seagull had said before.

The seagull's eyes were burning and shining, as if the sun had pierced Loren's soul, and Loren involuntarily retreated a little, but the seagull continued to get closer, and said, "I want to share another conjecture of life, do you want to hear it?"

Loren shook his head decisively.

The seagull apparently did not care about Loren's opinion, and continued: "It is often said that the return of light before death will be renewed, right? But no one knows how fast the light will return! It is only for a moment? It is all told by people who are not dead! So, how can you be sure that what you are experiencing now is real or that you are returning to the light? If it is a return to the light, does it make sense, why do we always feel that the development of some places, some people, and some things is always familiar?"

The sound of worship under the mountain, accompanied by the conjecture of the seagulls, had become extremely deafening, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the warm wind blew on Loren's face, but he only felt the bitter cold and numbness, which was still spreading, slowly swimming to every corner of his body.

Loren stood up without hesitation, and the seagull could not hide his disappointment on his face, and said softly: "Falcon, I have observed your creation, which is completely different from ordinary architects, I originally thought that we would have a common language......"

Loren sighed, then slowly bent down, put his hands on his knees, and stared down at the seagull: "If it's a flashback, how do you determine if it's a one-time thing, or if it's a cycle? If it's a cycle, wouldn't it become the most terrible punishment? So, some people have coined the word fate, and some people keep trying to break through fate!"

The seagull's eyes lit up, and his gaze sparkled to meet Loren's gaze.

Loren's voice remained soft: "Let's go back to the memory system. If we think more pessimistically, we can't prove whether this world has just been born, and your memories have only been implanted a moment ago! You and I may have just come to this world. ”

The seagull's eyes brightened, but Loren didn't mean to communicate, and continued: "Think about it from a different perspective! You can't even be sure that you are you? Maybe the real you are dead, and another person is reading your memories and trying to spend your life in the first person...... If this is the case, can we explain why sometimes I don't want to do something, but I end up doing it! So, can we reinterpret the so-called self-help?"

The seagull's eyes were already incomparably shining, it was the brilliance of finding her kind, she only felt that the wind around her had become incomparably warm and delicate at this moment, and the grand sound of worship under her feet had also turned into the gentlest whisper, just to listen to Loren's words in front of her.

She wanted to stand up and get closer to Loren, she even wanted to throw herself into Loren's arms, it had nothing to do with love, just the joy of finally meeting her confidant.

However, Loren reached out a finger and pressed it against her shoulder, keeping her in her position.

The seagull wanted to respond with something, but Loren's finger had moved to the front of the seagull's lips, making a silent gesture, he straightened up again, looked down at the seagull deeply, and sighed: "We are confused, we should look ahead instead of looking down at our feet." But seagull, you have accepted the power of faith from these people under your feet, what do you want to do?"