Time fractals, this is a set of words that burst out of my mind the moment I was hit by that bullet. I didn't know what these four words meant. But it didn't take long for me to realize that the reason why time cannot be called a vector is not simply a scalar quantity.

Fractals, which originally referred to ultra-simple constructions and self-similarity, are a concept in geometry. An extremely small part of a figure resembles the whole body. For example, snow crystals have a similar angle to the whole on one side, and the intricacies of the coastline are also among them.

The concept of geometry does not seem appropriate for me to use to describe a physical unit. But it was a word that naturally came to my mind, and I had to confirm and digest it with my barren reserves of knowledge and unique retrospective experience.

It's a unique experience – I'm in the past. That's right, I'm Jingxiang, crossed.

This is not a "violent crossing" that ignores the grandfather's paradox or causality, in fact, I came here as a "dead person". I'm dead, and it's impossible that the bullet from Kurumi hit me, because I've passed through the ninety-nine floors of the Tower of Babel, and almost none of the mortal attacks have worked on my body.

But under the ability to face time, under the absolute ability to face time and space, my body has to be tricked by the rules of Vientiane, and I have been prepared to go back to the past or the future.

Now I don't need to think about why Kurumi shoots at me, maybe it's because of betrayal, but betrayal is not a word that doesn't fit to describe the relationship between me and her - we are not masters and servants, and of course, we are not lovers now.

I died, and by accident I died in the "past". This is a time and space that is thousands of years old from the time when I was born, and I can't be sure whether "it" has a complete continuous cause and effect with the time and space in which I exist, and the only thing I can do at this moment is to observe.

Observe the "God-Man War" "thousands of years ago", an unknown creature with wings on its back and like a god descended from the sky with flames. The human powerhouses on the ground have also used magic and force to block and defeat them. In the midst of the chaos of war, I noticed the birth of a baby as an invisible spirit.

His parents were trapped in the center of the war between God and man.

I wanted to come to the rescue, but I found that my body had no real feeling, and I threw a punch without the slightest hint.

Can we only watch the relentless war engulf the family of three?

I'm reluctant, and I'm sure no human being with a conscience would be so ruthless. However, I was wrong, this battle was too fierce, and none of the human powerhouses who were preoccupied with fighting the "gods" had time to care.

Seeing that a fireball containing incomparable energy was about to fall and smash on the heads of a family of three, I was so anxious that I cried out in spite of it, begging them to be heard. The result is, of course, futile, after all, yin and yang are separated and opposite to each other.

But at the moment when I couldn't bear to look at it, I made eye contact with a certain strong man, as if both had noticed something, and I vaguely sensed that a certain "swastika demon eye" that I had just obtained from the Tower of Babel seemed to be working, conveying the command to save people on the other side of my sight.

He was indeed strong enough and as fast as the wind, and he saved them before the fireball completely fell to the ground. But the misfortune is not alone, the fireball is not without a target, there is a man in the "gods" who targets the family of three, flapping his black wings, and closely following the chivalrous man like the wind.

Involuntarily, I also followed—I can't imagine that a body without real sense can still feel the gravity of the earth, is gravity really as scientists say, an eternal existence beyond dimensions?!

My strength is not enough to play one ten-thousandth, and without the body carrier, I can't hurry up with no spiritual light. All in all, by the time I caught up with them, the war was over.

The Black-Winged Celestial God had his wings broken and fled thousands of miles away. What was left behind was just a child who was still crying in swaddling clothes.

The man who had only been able to save the child said to the orphan, "From now on, you will be called 'Yeyan'......"

Yeyan ...... As if drawn by fate, I have engraved this name in my soul forever. That's right, that's what I'm here for......

In the years that followed, I experimented with many things that spirits could do in this world, two of the most important of which were.

One is that I seem to understand the reason why I came to this time period in an out-of-body way. This is thanks to the word that came to mind at the beginning of the crossing: the fractal of time.

There is a model in geometry called the Möbius ring; If you go straight along any side of the ring, you will find that when you reach the same node as the original, you are already on the opposite side of the previous side. The advanced model of this Möbius ring is a five-dimensional geometric model — a moth-eaten apple, or a porous piece of cheese or a sponge. In the same way, this "sponge block" also enters from either side, and walks straight ahead, which will walk through every side of the entire space. If it's three-dimensional penetration, then a ribbon will eventually fill the entire space, as long as it's long enough.

I traveled back in time from a moment in the future, and I was in a state of linear regression, and thanks to the existence of the five-dimensional space, I came to another world parallel to the original world—the backside!

As a result, I became an unobservable spirit.

However, "unobservable" is also a false proposition, because I have another important discovery, which is that I can make a sound similar to the jingle of wind chimes by plucking some invisible "string" through guò.

This sound can only be heard by certain people. For example, Yeyan.

It was the day when I traveled all over the land of Shenzhou as a spirit and returned to Fengxiang, and I was bored fiddling with the "strings" that seemed to be the only one I could see, planning all things. Finally, I met Yeyan, a boy who was reciting poems at the entrance of the town.

He seemed to perceive me before I noticed him. Because he wasn't supposed to see me, but he moved his gaze as my body moved.

Seeing this situation, the "weather-beaten" I couldn't help asking: "Little ghost, can you see me?" ”

I couldn't actually hear what my voice was like now, I just observed that the sound I was making spread out in an invisible way, and was picked up by him.

"I'm not blind, why can't I see you?!" He pouted as if in anger.

——Ye Yan——

Jingle Bell Bell ......

Suddenly, there was a wind chime in the air. Yeyan didn't recognize it and continued to memorize it.

A man dressed in black "floated" from a distance. His whole body was wrapped in darkness, leaving only a pair of gray eyes, which were staring at Ye Yan incessantly.

Ye Yan saw him swaying left and right in front of him, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, and when he saw that the man in black was not moving, he continued his "great cause of correction".

The man in black continued to shake.

Ye Yan was impatient, and her eyes also moved, "Are you annoyed?" ”

"You...... You, you, you can actually see me!? The man in black was taken aback.

"You don't ...... It's not a ghost, it's broad daylight, how can you watch it...... Can't see it? Yeyan didn't care.

"Hahahahaha The man in black slowly stepped forward, "Are you looking for the number of 'surplus and void' in your heart?" ”

Yeyan ignored him and continued to read the book silently.

The man in black nodded, his gray eyes seemed to suddenly have a glow, Huo Di, he tapped Ye Yan's left eyelid with his finger, and then flew back and left around the town boundary.

"Little ghost, the most difficult thing to grasp is the human heart! The heart has changed, one qiē, all have changed! Wowhaha...... Heart knots, heart calamities! ”

Ye Yan felt that something was wrong with his left eye, but he couldn't say what was the difference, so he had to give up and continue his "path of sages".

——Jingxiang——

Yes, I'm not wandering aimlessly.

Actually, Enkidu came to this time period earlier than me, and the terrible thing is that he traveled here as an entity, but according to rumors, even though he is a martial artist, he still has no will, and has been dead for more than a hundred years......

I don't believe it.

His fluctuations are still faintly there, in this finite earth, in infinite time and space.

However, I don't have time to destroy him, and the only thing I can do is pass on the rewards and tips of the Tower of Babel to Xiao Yeyan.

It is said to be imparted, but in the eyes of me, a person in the future, it is nothing more than the return of things to their original owners and ...... Just help wake up.

My connection with my own ontology is getting stronger and stronger, and this time the crossing, like quantum transmission, through a certain fixed point of connection, transmits my consciousness and other lightweight information that can be "quantified" to the past, after all, quantum immortality.

The Tower of Babel not only requires great strength, but also knowledge can make up for it when it is insufficient.

Because of this, the knowledge I gained along the way should be enough to meet the challenges ahead......

That's right, Ye Yan and I will both face the same challenges, just like our five-dimensional sponge space, the ladybugs on the two parallel lines have climbed to the same node, and history will repeat itself. He was the first movement, and I, who followed, repeated, the transposition of the first movement.

They are coming!

- Erin -

"My grandmother's name is Linlin......"

"Aha! My milk name is Momo~"

At one end of the world, the two who met were also an ensemble of ancient and modern. Jing Mo and Erin, the deep friendship between the two women is engraved in this eternal time and space, however, this is only the beginning of a beautiful beginning.

"By the way, Linlin, I came to this world to find two people, one is called Jingxiang and the other is called Yeyan, do you know me?"

"I ......"

Erin wanted to talk about it, but she seemed to avoid mentioning something, but she couldn't get around the knot in her heart.

Jingxiang ...... I don't know, but, Yeyan I know...... That's it...... Hey! Erin glanced towards the place where she had been rescued, only to find that Jing Xiang I held up Yeyan's body in the way of a princess, turned around and glanced at herself, and then flew away.

was taken away along with the dazzling red "prayer" that fell from Enkidu's body at some point.

At this time, it was too late to catch up, Erin just planned to inform the strange woman Jing Mo, but found that Jing Mo actually knew everything......

She also had a past that she wanted to avoid talking about - her eyes kept on the man.

[It turned out that Jing Xiang I's turn back before leaving was not to look at me, but ...... Sister Mo. Erin couldn't help but think of her relationship with Jing Xiang (II), and she realized it even more, so she hugged Jing Mo tightly.

In the following two months, the Holy Maiden of the Star Palace, Irene, banned the position of Pope, and Erin informed the magical community to look for Jing Xiang and Kurumi, however, there was no news.

Until that evening, half of the sky was obscured by a huge metallic spaceship.

As the sun sets, it dyes the bottom of the spaceship, half the sky, a layer of blood red......

This day is known in history as "Descending from Heaven".

It is the beginning of the end times.