"Then if I get the latest handheld and exchange it for the compass I gave you, will you change it?" asked Santa Claus with a smile.

"If you can come up with a handheld that satisfies me, and then solve the battery life problem, the button wear problem, the game update and replacement problem... Why don't I change?" said Roger, of course.

"By your standards, I'll be able to get that compass back in a few decades with a random Sony? Santa Claus said with a smile.

"Fortunately, my desire has not been great. The boy stared aggressively at Santa Claus, but said in a casual tone, "But what is the matter with you coming to me today? Could it be that you happened to see me in your animal cruelty sleigh when you were flying in the sky, so you came to say hello to me?"

"Of course not," Santa Claus smiled and shook his head, "I'm here specifically for you... To be honest, you can really run these days, I'm almost all over England. ”

"I'm busy, do you think everyone is as idle as you? I only work one day a year," Roger complained with his arms crossed.

"One night, to be exact," said Santa Claus, wrinkling and complaining, "but in this one night there will be a year's worth of work." ”

"Sounds like a lot of work... But a night's hard work in exchange for a whole year's long vacation, no matter how you think about it, it's a good deal. Roger pursed his lips and asked, "Then what are you chasing me over for, to discuss the recycling of the gifts you sent out?"

"Don't think that others are of the same low quality as you, how can I want to come back what I sent out?" Santa Claus glanced at the boy, shook his head slightly, and said, "I came to you because I have a very, very important thing to explain to you. ”

"Wow~" Roger exclaimed with an exaggerated but silent expression: "Very, very important?"

"Yes, the world needs you to save it. Santa Claus ignored the boy's mischievous expression and said seriously.

For a moment, an astonishing silence spread through the abandoned hut, and after a few seconds...

"Destroy the world?" said the boy with an expressionless face rubbing his chin, "I really didn't expect that just one day's work in a year could force a person (God?) into an anti-social maniac..."

Santa Claus said with a black line: "I'm talking about 'save', 'save'..."

"You can quit your job because of the pressure of work, right? There's no need to take such an extreme route... For example, if you kill all the bear children in the world, adults don't believe that there is a Santa Claus, and you can go through the retirement procedures in a bright way. However, Roger didn't listen to what the old man was saying at all, and pestled his bad ideas on the sidelines.

"I'm talking about 'save'!

"By the way, have you prepared a cooler plan to destroy the world? In that case, it's a pity to give up..."However, Roger, who came with interest, jumped up from his seat and walked around the living room with his eyes shining: "Are you controlling the nuclear bombs of various countries and preparing to grow mushrooms around the world? Or are you spreading gene collapse potions under the guise of human evolution and the like? Is it simply and rudely to get a group of armies and push them over directly? I tell you, it's right to find you Uncle Luo for this matter..."

"Smack!" a popper knocked Roger, who was already a little uncontrollable and couldn't control 'I remember a few', to the floor.

"Listen well, bastard!" shouted Santa Claus, grimacing the boy's ear, "I'm talking about saving the world!!!"

Roger was stunned, looked blankly at the old man's blue cheeks and blinked...

"Poof... Hahahahaha...", the unbridled laughter of the thing was recalled in this humble living room.

The boy ignored his own ears and was still clutching at others, rubbing his stomach and pointing a finger at Santa Claus with a wild laugh that he could barely speak: "Hahahaha... Save, save the world? hahahaha... You're looking for me to save the world?hahahahaha... Belch. ”

Santa Claus threw the laughing boy down and sat back down in a broken chair with only three legs.

"Do you think I'm trying to come to you?" said the old man angrily, "You don't cherish this world at all..."

Roger got up from the ground with a hammer on his chest, and couldn't stop smiling at the corners of his mouth and pretended to be stupid: "Outsiders? What's the matter, Santa Claus still discriminates against immigrants?

"You know what I'm talking about, you little bastard smuggled from Universe One!" Santa glared at the boy dissatisfied, as if Roger's maniacal laughter had made the well-mannered old man put aside his amiable side.

Roger shrugged his shoulders with a 'I don't understand what you're saying' expression: "Can you speak English? You know, I just dropped out of elementary school..."

"Don't play any more useless tricks, Roger," Santa Claus said softly, after composing himself, "Don't you want to know why you can survive in a puddle of meat?" "Don't you want to know why there are always some people in this world that you know so well?

The boy's brows furrowed, and he glanced at the old man suspiciously: "What, these are all your ghosts?"

"If I really had such a great ability, I would have thrown you back into your world early in the morning..."Santa Claus smiled bitterly and shook his head, "All of this is caused by your presence." ”

"No way," Roger denied, "I've never done any of these things." ”

"You don't have to do anything, as long as you exist in this world, things will go on forever. Santa Claus didn't give the creature a chance to speak, but explained to himself: "When you travel from your world here, you should have already discovered that the multiverse exists. The world you're in is what I call the Origin Point, the birthplace of all the multiverse. The film and television works, anime, and even urban weirdos there can develop into multiple branches of the source point as their world view gradually improves..."

"Wait!" Roger couldn't help but interrupt the old man's words, "You talk to me about science fiction in this wizard-infested world, isn't it a bit out of tune...?"

"Do you think this world has anything to do with Harry Potter in the first place?" Santa glared at the boy, but did not continue on the topic, but went on to explain: "I just said that the multiverse developed from the source point, but in the case of the multiverse self-development, it will gradually become a level lower than the 'source point', so that under the development of culture, there will be more multiverses derived, I call this a secondary multiverse." ”

"In other words, the source point derives the multiverse, and the multiverse derives the secondary multiverse?" Roger condensed the old man's rambling words and asked, "Is that the secondary multiplicity will regenerate more gray and gray universes?

"It's not right in some places, but it's roughly. And that's where the problem lies..."Santa Claus nodded and suddenly asked, "The source point is the world you are in, and it is also the birthplace of all the multiverses, if you compare it to the number 1, what do you think the multiverse is, and what are the secondary multiverses?"

Roger rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, but immediately gave up answering the question.

If, as Santa Claus said, a movie, a book, or even a story can evolve into a world, the number of universes summed up by the word multiverse cannot be counted according to the flourishing cultural development of the earth in the previous life. Not to mention the sub-multiverses that spawn from the multiverse that cannot be counted.

"So, that's the fundamental problem, the multiverse is almost infinite and endless..."Santa Claus continued in a flat tone: "The universe has an end and a shape, and each universe is like a transparent sphere, one by one, squeezed together, but the multiverse continues to reproduce endlessly, is there a time when the universe is in that environment is crowded?"

"Wait... Do you mean that the universe is like a balloon filled with air, and the planet is the dust floating in the air inside, and the universe is packed into a larger cardboard box between the universes?" asked Roger with a look of surprise.

"Well... The same can be said. However, the use of 'balloons' and 'shoeboxes' is a bit inappropriate, and replacing them with 'bubbles' and 'glass boxes' should be pretty much the same. The old man thought for a moment what the boy had said and corrected.

"In this way, after the universe of all levels continues to grow unlimitedly, the consequence is not to squeeze the 'glass box' apart, but to squeeze the 'bubbles' into each other?" the boy asked again, grasping the point.

Santa Claus nodded and shook his head, and said, "The cosmic barriers between the universes are still quite strong, so most of the similar worlds will not explode after colliding, but will merge together to a certain extent. But the cosmic barrier of a level lower than the sub-multiverse is not so strong..."

"Oh... Then this is really the destruction of the 'world'..."Roger sighed, and then asked, "Then what did you say in the first place that I should save the world?

"No matter how the little gray universe is also a universe, do you think a small body like you can stop it?" asked Santa Claus bluntly.

Roger Mo rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Effort." ”

"You're really not modest..."Santa Claus was amused by the shamelessness of this goods, and said with a smile: "And this is the inevitable stage of the development of the universe, and I can't stop it, if those small bubbles that are not strong continue to exist, after the glass box is crowded, it will threaten the existence of those bulky bubbles, and then it will be the real end of the world." ”

Roger spread his stall noncommittally and asked, "Listen to what you say, now the world is peaceful... Everything is on track, so you still want me to save the world of yarn?"

Santa Claus sighed, "This touches on the multiverse fusion I just mentioned..."

"Your original world is the source point, and the multiverse is derived outward, and the problem is the multiverse. As I said to you, the multiverse is different from the source point, it is a second echelon composed of countless universes, and there is also a cosmic hierarchy between this echelon. ”

"The film and television with a complete worldview, the most intuitive, and the closest source point are at the first level, followed by anime and games with a complete worldview at the second level, comics at the third level, and oral stories at the fourth level..."

"Between these four levels, universes with similar worldviews will easily merge with each other under squeezing. Take the Harry Potter book you're most familiar with... The plot of the film and the game is not very different, and there is almost no obstacle to the collision and squeeze of each other to be able to merge and modify into a new multiverse. The plot or world view between the original book and various fandoms is huge, and it is almost impossible to blend together after the collision. ”

"So, the world I'm in now is the world after a lot of movies have been squeezed together?" Roger said nonchalantly, digging his nostrils, "Sounds quite emotional... It's like saying to me, I did Shadows of Darkness, The Chronicles of Narnia, and Carrie the Witch in Port Collins, and then I came to London and started making Harry Potter again, and then I went to other places where I hadn't been, and there were other people making other films..."

"I was prepared for that," the boy complained sharply, "I don't think I'll be too surprised when it comes to TV reports that a Kryptonian spaceship will fall from the sky to the North Pole, and then a couple in Gotham City will be shot, and then a group of Chiritas will blow up New York in a spaceship." ”

"Don't worry, even if this kind of thing has a chance to happen, you won't see it. Santa Claus said calmly.

"Listening to what you mean, it always feels like you're going to kill me," Roger said with a smile of disapproval.

"The current situation is that if you don't make a choice, this universe will be like being squeezed and exploded by other universes, and there will be basically no other way to live. Santa Claus said with great seriousness.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that I would have such an important day? Tell me, maybe I won't agree to you if I'm happy?" Roger was immediately excited when he heard this. The safety of the whole world depends on him alone. This feels... It's like kidnapping the whole world.