Santa Claus pursed his lips, rubbed the big white beard on his chin, stared straight at Roger for a while, and then whispered, "It's not a matter of whether you agree or not, I'm just telling you what happened." ”

"Ahh We'll talk about that later—" The boy waved his hand indifferently, not caring about the threatening words.

"You're only halfway through your words, and it's very annoying to hang people's appetites. Instead, the creature asked with great interest: "You just said that the universe I am in now will be crowded by other universes because of me?"

Santa Claus took a deep breath, put down his last resort for the time being, and answered the boy's question seriously: "You probably misunderstood what I just said... The division of the multiverse is not based on my subjective consciousness according to cultural differences, but only after summarizing the strength of the cosmic barriers, I came to a rough conclusion. ”

"Most of the cosmic barriers of the film and television universe are stronger than other types of universes, and the cosmic collision parts are less prone to collapse and mutual annihilation, and on the other hand, the integration between the film and television universes is also more difficult than the rest of the universe. The movie plots you have come into contact with in this universe have been the result of the evolution of this world over decades..."

"Wait!" Hearing this, Roger couldn't help but interrupt the old man's words with an expression of 'you and the meowing is teasing me': "Although I don't read much, you can't fool me like a fool... If nothing else, even the original Harry Potter book hadn't been around for more than 20 years when I came, and now you're here and you're telling me 'decades'?

Santa Claus glanced at the boy with a strange look: "To put it in an inappropriate way, even different countries on the earth have time differences, why do you think that the time between universes and universes will coincide?"

Roger suddenly felt that his question just now exploded stupidly... When he traveled by himself, it was different from the original world era...

"What, you go on..."The boy coughed and lifted the embarrassing question: "I just said that the barriers of the film and television universe are stronger than the general universe...."

However, Santa Claus didn't answer the question, and turned to the boy and asked, "Speaking of which, have you ever wondered what is the most special thing about you?"

"The most special?" Roger asked with an abrupt question: "Is it too short to be worthy of my appearance?"

Santa Claus: "No!!"

"Oh, that's probably my identity as an outsider?" the creature said, scratching his chin. He is well aware of the biggest difference between himself and the people in this universe. As for the trait that isn't dead no matter what you do...

It's not easy to die and it's not immortal, Voldemort is still relying on the dream of becoming an immortal, trying to make his own body cremated for more than ten years, and then get up and prepare to fight for another five hundred years... Although the way is relatively lo, it is essentially similar to Roger, and there is no need to be afraid of going out and being run over by a truck.

"Yes, that's the biggest difference between you and us," Santa Claus nodded with a serious expression, "If you were from the rest of the multiverse, there wouldn't be any problem..."

"There are many kinds of life in different universes, but there is not much difference between them in one point... That's the soul. Only when you have a soul can you call it life. Although the strength of the souls bred by the source point is far greater than that of the souls in the multiverse, as long as you are still in the original universe, then your soul will not have any special features. Like all life, after death, the soul will be disposed of in different ways according to the rules of the world in which it lives. ”

"But when the soul of the source point appears in the multiverse, the peculiarity of this superior soul is revealed. You must know that the strength of the cosmic barrier is often the intuitive embodiment of the strength of the universe, and the life soul bred by the powerful universe is also more tenacious, and the source barrier is undoubtedly the most powerful of all the universes. ”

"So, even if I am smashed into a puddle, the old godmother can't die, and that's why?

"No, you're more special," Santa Claus shook his head slightly: "Because of the different strengths and weaknesses of the universe, there is a gap in the quality of the soul conceived, and there is also a gap in the body. If a superior soul like you occupies a subordinate body, it will have a great discomfort, and if you accidentally fall, your soul will be thrown out of your body, causing the body to die and the soul to wander in the world. ”

Roger was stunned again: "I said, when I first came, my whole body was numb, and I even struggled to stand up, and the root was originally here..."

Santa Claus gave the boy a deep look and said with a little annoyance, "When we first met, your soul was not fully integrated with your body, was it?"

"If the feeling of rejection is numbness, I still have my fingers not getting used to it. Roger graciously admitted.

"The soul is hidden in the body, but it can't fully occupy it, so I didn't find anything special in you..."The old man sighed, and then began to resume the topic that had been interrupted earlier:

"When the soul of the superior is completely adapted to the body of the subordinate, when the injury that should have been killed, the instinctive rejection of the body can no longer drive out the soul that is stronger than himself. So this creates a situation where as long as the soul does not dissipate, the body cannot repel the soul, which means that as long as the soul does not die, the body will not die. ”

"In other words, if you want to kill me, it's useless to crush bones and scatter ashes, you have to make your soul scum~" Roger leaned on the back of the three-legged chair, and said with a tooth flower: "It's ruthless enough, it doesn't leave anyone alive at all." But what does that have to do with killing me to save the world?"

"Don't you think there's a pattern to those weird fogs?" asked Santa Claus, instead of answering the boy's question.

"The pattern of appearance?" Roger frowned and thought for a moment, then said in surprise: "The interval is getting shorter and shorter... No, I guess I ran into them, right?"

If this fog appeared all over the world, based on the number of times he encountered it, the time interval deduced would not be accurate at all... Then the second guess came out.

The old man nodded: "It's not just that you touched it, but this disaster happened because of you." ”

"Your tone makes me feel like I'm about to take the blame," Roger muttered quietly.

"This pot is yours," Santa Claus glanced at him, "Every time you are damned but not dead, the soul breath revealed by the rejection of the flesh will be like the smell of a delicious food in a steamer, wafting down the cracks, attracting the rest of the multiverse to approach." The number and frequency of the multiverse that squeezed over not only greatly exceeded the past, but also caused the cosmic barrier of this universe to be constantly consumed by the rest of the universe. In this process, it is inevitable that there will be some small fusions between the universes. ”

"Huh~ Hearing you say this, I'm still a hot commodity?It's just the universe itself that came to rob people?" Roger asked happily: "Didn't you just say that I couldn't get rid of it like a stone?"

"Delicious food is just a metaphor, and if you want to be compared to, there's no problem. Santa Claus looked at the boy and said rudely.

"It doesn't matter what I am, I can tell from your words that I'm not a trouble at all, but a great benefit. I'm in this universe, and this universe should be stealing fun. This thing grasped the point of the conversation, and grinned and disagreed.

"Do you think the universe is just like you and me? No, the universe itself has no consciousness. The rules may vary from world to world or planet to planet within the universe, but the basic laws of the multiverse all originate from the source. To make a more intuitive analogy... The source universe is a plastic ball, the cosmic barrier is impregnable, and the bubbles of the multiverse are densely packed on this glass ball. Fusion or fragmentation between the multiverses does not affect the source point at all. But when a multiverse has a unique aura at the source, what happens to the multiverse that is crowded on the source?"

"Think of it as the source point, no, didn't you just say that the universe has no consciousness?" Roger reacted immediately, grasping the loophole in the old man's words.

"Who knows if the universe is conscious or not?" Santa Claus took a deep breath and exhaled again: "I just deduced that the universe is not conscious... But I'm just an insignificant person in the universe..."

"Hey, you're trying to kill me with your brains, aren't you?" Roger immediately gassed.

"Anyway, I'm sure you're attracting the rest of the multiverse over. Santa Claus said: "Every time an injury that can cause you to die appears, it will cause the surrounding universe to squeeze and friction against the barriers, and when the number of squeezes increases, it is inevitable that there will be a fusion phenomenon, and then those weird fogs will appear around you." ”

"Is the fusion of the universe a haze?" Roger sneered, "Then I breathe fresh haze every day in the original world, and I haven't seen any monsters appear..."

"You're just a scoundrel," Santa Claus said helplessly, "That's the source, have you ever seen a bubble that can break a plastic ball?"

"Who knows?" Roger's fluttering words came out, and then he stood up and walked to the old man's side and said, "It's not too early, you old fellow, just let me go quickly, I have to go to school tomorrow..."

Santa Claus was unexpectedly easily lifted by the boy's collar, and while breaking Roger's fingers one by one, he said, "No, the matter has reached the point of urgency, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you..."

"Don't bluff you, you said before that it took decades for this universe to merge into this way, and now I've only been here for a few years, even if the frequency is accelerated and the time is halved... Kindness... Isn't there still a few years left?" Roger looked at the old man who broke free of his arm, and said irresponsibly: "Besides, cosmic fusion is just fusion, and there is no harm, what are you dancing here..."

"There won't be any problem with fusion, even if the frequency of squeezing is greatly increased, the multiverse-level barrier is not so easy to completely collapse, if it is just because of this, I will come back to you at all. Santa Claus said sincerely: "After all, by the time the cosmic barrier may really have problems, you will definitely kill yourself a long time ago." ”

"Although what you said is true, it sounds really awkward to me..."Roger smacked his lips and didn't chase Santa Claus away, "What's the reason for that?"

Santa Claus said calmly, "World of Warcraft." ”

"Poof...", the two names made Roger's eyes widen: "Are you sure!?"

"Yes," the old man nodded, and said in a deep voice, "According to my observations, within three months, that universe will be pasted, and in the fourth month, it will be able to break through the barriers of this universe and merge... I think you, the person in the source universe, should know better than me how big the gap between the worldview of the multiverse formed by World of Warcraft and the reality of the Harry Potter universe is. ”

"And even if it starts to merge, World of Warcraft is also a first-level universe in the multiverse, and the power system of various creatures in that universe will not be weakened in any way, and it is more likely that the World of Warcraft will be the main universe for fusion..."

"In other words, Eurasia could become an Eastern Kingdom?" Roger muttered.

Santa added, "It could be Kalimdor or Northrend, or even Draenor, the orc's hometown..."

Roger couldn't help it all of a sudden, picked it up and pointed at his nose and complained: "I said you do something all day long, why do you even know this!?

"This... It has a little bit to do with my abilities. Santa Claus smiled and explained very dryly: "You also know that my identity is also very special, there are many universes where I exist, and I have different abilities. ”

"The fusion between this universe and other universes has led to the fusion of 'Santa Claus', which is now me, which has given me a lot of more abilities. For example, I can ride my reindeer sleigh through the multiverse... Like you said, I only work one day a year, but so many universes can't be busy in a year. ”

"Isn't there Santa Claus in other universes?

"Do you think those Santa Claus will still exist after I shuttle over?" Santa Claus said flatly, glancing at the boy.