The silver door opened, and a strange thud echoed around Dr. Kurt as he embedded the piece of metal into the pedestal. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was as if a group of people were playing a whispered melody at a slow tempo with a large drum and flute, and the discordant scales were instantly spread across the wilderness covered with gray mist. At the same time, the strange creatures hidden in the wasteland let out a long cry, which merged with the melody.

The eerie ensemble could almost be called noise, and Flick subconsciously plugged his ears, only to find that they flowed into his head as unstoppably as the voice of the caretaker. William Coulter, on the other hand, had a look of ecstasy, as if he had heard the sounds of heaven.

He had put in a great deal of effort, perhaps even his own life, and now the door to the truth was open before him. Frick's suspicions were long gone, and now he could only see the doors that were opening and the world behind them.

Grayer than the fog that shrouded the wasteland, an ambiguous substance filled the world behind the door, a thick gray that made one suspect that it was not fog, but had a gel-like texture. They flickered together as if consciously, but they did not take a step beyond the door—and as with those illusions that were far from the door, there was a clear and insurmountable boundary between them.

This door bridges the shallow and deep worlds, but it is clear that the transition between the two sides is not slow, but rather forcibly divided into non-contact spaces. Things that exist in the shallow depths will actively stay away from the door of the deep communication, and the things that accumulate in the abyss will not easily cross the line even if they are blocked behind the door.

"The deepest spirit is a world where everything is far away. ”

William Kurt said silently: "Deep and primitive, not only human beings, but the soul and mind of all living beings on this planet come from this...... It may be difficult to discern what they are on our senses, but there is undoubtedly a thick primordial magic in the air of that world. ”

Just glancing at what lurked behind the door, Dr. Coulter's body trembled in awe of those existences. Not only human beings, but the billions of lives living on this planet originate from this abyss, which is the origin of the soul.

Mankind has tried to use various terms to describe its appearance, but these terms are not accurate - it should not have a name of its own, after all, who would name the "world"? it is the fertile soil that provides the primordial essence to reproduce, the root of all souls.

This door is only a point of entry, a point of connection between the past and the future and the possibilities of many worlds, both here and there. Perhaps the reason why it appears to them as a "door" is simply because they have a preconceived idea that it is a door.

And now, the moment he caught a glimpse of the world behind the door, he felt an incredible power flood into his soul, giving him a broader vision. It was as if he had become someone else, looking at everything he had experienced in the past from the perspective of a spectator.

The boundaries of self blurred, and William Kurt was surprised to find that he was no longer an individual, but a whole of many individuals. In this moment, he was in a different time and place in the past, witnessing with his own eyes the changing possibilities.

Decades ago, a teenager named William Coulter entered the school, where he was introduced to the theory of magic and began to study the knowledge of dreams and spirits under the influence of his teacher, and on a summer night ten years ago, he collapsed in the silence of the forest with a knife stuck in his chest.

Most of these images are his memories, and they are all moments when he faced a major choice in his life, and if one of them had not made a choice according to his thoughts at the time, he would not be standing here now. These images are all continuations of the possibility that happened in the past, and in the chaos of countless pictures, only "he" is the only reality - only he has come to this right position.

The remaining endless possibilities were so big, so big that he lost his mind and stood on the edge of a precipice of madness. He had never imagined how these possibilities would spread out, but today, they all crossed paths with him at this point.

Each picture is a world of possibilities, and now there are countless of him scattered among countless worlds, and they are all staring at him. If there were any recognizable elements in the closer paintings, the farthest ones were simply bizarre - there he even had an inhuman appearance, living silently in a deformed world that was completely beyond his cognitive abilities.

Gradually, the illusion of chaos became clear, and different individuals from different worlds appeared before Dr. Coulter's eyes. He saw all the "selves" of different ages, races, and appearances, and everything they had experienced or were about to experience.

They are fighting their enemies, slaying them with rudimentary spears and machines that emit wonderful beams, they are creating their own creations, smearing canvases of steel monsters in dark caves and cramped rooms, and they are venturing out to sea, crossing the ocean in canoes equipped with steam engines.

He can intuitively see everything that comes to mind at the same time, and after remembering them, he can recognize and understand them in various aspects. He seemed to exist in everyone, and they all seemed to be concentrated in him, and in the blink of an eye, he understood the whole of all the "selves" that appeared here, from birth to death, the past and the present.

"I know!

He let out a shrill laugh like a madman in a hospital: "I see! They exist here, in this world cut off by false time! Life and life are connected, they start from one root and go in different directions, and eventually they will return to the same root! Every soul is only an extremely tiny fragment, we are a small part of the great design!"

That frenzied look was unforgettable for the rest of his life, and Frick felt that he would never be able to look like Dr. Coulter. The joy of a crazy researcher who has spent his whole life exploring a topic and finally getting the result may be difficult to describe in words.

The madmen's whispers were always obscure, and perhaps they had glimpsed the truth somewhere, but the words they shouted were still incomprehensible. As a result, even though they claim to have seen through the illusion of the world and see all the beginnings and ends, few people want to believe them.

Dr. Coulter...... What are you talking about? Have you seen a vision, too? Unfortunately, Frick was one of those laity, and he remembered Kurt's misfortune when he didn't return from the spirit world in time, and he was anxious to wake him up.

He reached out to wake William Kurt up and bring him back from his state of distraction and calm sanity once again. However, when he reached out his hand, he found that he could not touch the sorcerer at all, and his hand passed directly through his body unhindered.

He was like the silver door, and although he appeared to exist in front of Frick's eyes, he was actually in a completely different time and space. Perhaps after he embedded that "ticket" on the pedestal, his body underwent permanent and irreversible changes.

As Frick's hand passed through William Coulter's body, he felt the sentience in his mind, which had not yet been fully operational, come alive again. He could vaguely see a vague shadow, floating between different worlds, leaving no trace.

Completely different from the overly realistic visions of the past, this time he saw the scenery was very unclear, like a quick glimpse in a dream, remaining on the edge of memory. There is an indescribable sense of horror that haunts those scenes, and although the images are blurry, this is the only one that is particularly vivid.

He seemed to be able to see many figures of William Coulter, but his intuition showed him the answer, and none of these shadows were the Dr. Coulter he knew. If there is one of those individuals woven by countless possibilities that can be called "he", then he may be a vague shadow that has lost its way in the vast labyrinth of self-projections.

However, he inexplicably came up with an assumption that these wonderful figures all have the identity of "William Coulter". There is no point in considering the concept of a single individual now, because in the subjective impression of that sorcerer, he has become aware of the existence of an infinite number of "selves".

As he himself declared, his soul - and all living beings - were only an extremely tiny fragment that left the source of the soul at the same time and would eventually return at the same time. Humanity's architecture of the time scale is not universal here, and has no value in other worlds, they are all part of that soul, interconnected with all the coexisting planes.

"Time and space are one, and this is part of the great psalm. The caretaker, who had been silent for a long time, said to Frick, "William Coulter, who exists in all planes, will meet here, and they will step through this door and reach the deeper worlds. ”

Frick was surrounded by shudders, and it became clear to him that the "Dr. Kurt" he knew had become something of almost infinite individuals. He didn't know how to put it into words, but he could feel an awe that was born of more than common sense and reason.