【The sixth simulation of the Blessing Simulator ends】汮

[You have brought 0 blessings to the simulated world]

[Ending evaluation: This can't be called an ending...]

[No rewards were awarded for this simulation...]

Luden looked at the words that appeared one after another in front of him, his face did not show any disappointment, and even the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He stood up and moved his limbs, feeling his youth and vitality return once more.

Pushing open the door, the living room was empty.

Ludon shouted casually, Woo

"Arnold."

"I'm here."

Arnold walked in from outside the house, looked at Ludon with a somewhat complicated look, and asked respectfully,

"Any orders, Mr. Luden?"

Since there was no meal at the moment, and there were no relevant arrangements, Ludon suddenly called him, which made Arnold a little surprised.

"Sit."

Lundon looked in a good mood. Mean

He had wanted Arnold to sit on the sofa, but he noticed that the sofa in the living room was a little small, and Ludon had not received many guests at home, so he simply pointed to the dining table.

So, the two sat down at the table.

The look of confusion in Arnold's eyes was even heavier.

Although the time spent together is not long, Arnold still knows Luden's habits very well.

Generally speaking, Mr. Ludon should still be in a state of aftertaste at this time.

He may need a glass of wine and a cup of coffee, but he never needs the company of others, let alone a conversation or confiding.

So, Arnold didn't understand what Mr. Ludon was going to do. Mean

Things got interesting.

"Do you know the theory of time?"

The two sat at the table, and Ludon opened his mouth coldly, chatting about an unrelated topic,

"In science fiction, time-related themes are perennial, there are cycles, there is the past, there is the future... To make a fuss about time is not only to let oneself fly and do what you want, but also to perfectly combine imagination and reality..."

Arnold frowned slightly, puzzled,

"Are we going to have a literary discussion, Mr. Lutden?"

"No, of course not, there's no need to waste our precious time doing such things." Mean

Luden smiled and nodded,

"What I'm trying to say is, in reality, whether there really is anyone who can manipulate time."

"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with these theories."

Arnold smiled apologetically and said modestly,

"I'm just a housekeeper, and I don't understand a lot of things."

"Then talk about what you know."

Ludon didn't mind at all, and continued to pull Arnold to chat, Huh

"Suppose the present time is a point, connect the past time and the future time, and finally combine these points into a line..."

As he spoke, Ludon actually conjured a thread from his hand.

No, the thing in his hand was thicker than ordinary yarn, even thicker than ordinary rope.

Ludon took the rope and pointed to the middle point,

"Suppose this is the present, with the past on the left and the future on the right."

Arnold nodded slightly, "And then?"

"You say, is it possible that things in the past will change and then the future will slowly change?" Mean

Arnold smiled, "If the past can change, then the future will change."

"That's what I thought, too."

Luden continued,

"Is it possible, then, that the future can influence the past and thus change the future? That is, the legendary... Time travel, time travel."

Arnold's expression was a little more serious, and he said,

"There should always be scientific research in this area, but the level of secrecy is too high, and the threshold is too high

Less, I don't know what is happening at the forefront... In layman's terms, strictly speaking, there is a theoretical possibility."

Theories probably, these four are like a joke that amused Luden. Mean

Suddenly, Ludon said,

"I have a friend who has a bad memory, he always forgets things, to be precise, he forgets most of his life's experiences, the last second he was still drinking coffee, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the battlefield again..."

Arnold was confused.

Aren't they talking about time?

Why did Luton suddenly get up to the topic of "I have a friend" again?

According to Arnold's knowledge, Ludon has a good memory, and this friend is by no means his own.

"For this guy, he doesn't really have the concept of 'past' and 'future', his time is chaotic and singular." Mean

Ludon recalls the face of the Forsaken, who is said to have left with Awu.

"His time is always only the "now" scale, he will always live in the present, he does not have to carry the burden of the past, and he does not have to look forward to the future..."

Arnold said aptly,

"Each of us lives in the moment, Mr. Luden."

"Of course."

Ludon pulled the subject back again, looking at the long rope on the table.

"Here, take the handle, hold here." Mean

At Ludon's request, Arnold reached out and pressed the point that represented "reality."

Later, Lutten lifted the half of the rope representing the "past" and the rope representing the "future".

The ends of the rope are tied together in a knot.

So the rope became a loop.

The rope that turns into a ring has many uses, it can be used to lasso horses, it can lead oxen, it can pull carts, it can sail ...

Ludon took the looped rope and put it on his head like a crowned crown.

The rope is larger than his head, so naturally it will not fall on his head. Mean

The rope slid down and landed on Luden's shoulders.

Ludon arranged the knot in front of his chest with both hands, and his hands were skillful, like tying a tie, and quickly gathered the otherwise wide rope loops.

The rope loop is certainly not a tie, but something else.

Look... It's like a noose.

Arnold's expression froze.

He didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment, and he didn't know what to say.

So, he made a decision that followed his instinct – to do nothing. Mean

He looked at Ludon silently.

Ludon tightened the noose a little more and twisted his neck to make himself more comfortable.

"If the past and the future are entangled, and the past affects the future, and the future affects the past, it sounds like a great idea, and as we discussed earlier, even in the theoretical world, it is believed that such things are theoretically possible..."

At this, Ludon suddenly smiled.

"In today's scientific research community, there are theoretical possibilities for everything, and if they go too far and know too much, they will not be so determined."

There is a theory for everything, and that is almost the same as no theory.

Ludon pressed the knot to the Adam's apple, his eyes were extremely indifferent, at this moment, he was not like a death row prisoner on a noose, but more like a down-and-out knight who launched a duel against a windmill. Mean

Luden's voice was cold, as cold as a hammer on the concrete floor,

"Such a thing is impossible."