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What is Information?

Information is the image that the eye sees, the sound that the ear hears, the smell that the tip of the nose smells, the heat and cold that the skin feels, the vague blocks of words in the ancient texts, the long howl of the demon wolf to summon the people, the prayer of the believers to the gods, and the cluster of stars that guide the lost traveler...... The concept of information is vague and broad, it can be an individual's perception of the outside world, it can be a tacit understanding that exists universally among the same kind, it can be the echo of organisms and the environment, or it can be the link between the past and the future.

But for Him, the question was much simpler.

The message is His core, His skeleton, His flesh and blood. The message is made up of Him, and He is the message itself.

The core message is a name, a name that no one calls, no one remembers, covered by layers of historical dust, and decayed by the ruthless time, leaving only two vague syllables. The skeleton is built around the core layers, mainly about a certain civilization that raised him, some people who raised him and accompanied him, some deep-rooted thoughts and beliefs, and words engraved into the bone marrow...... They were upside down like a castle built by a child out of blocks, trembling and about to collapse every now and then. He always took the trouble to rebuild the skeleton around the core, and because his mind was not very clear, the order of reconfiguration was different each time - it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was reversed, but something was better than nothing.

It's like a building that has to draw construction drawings and scaffold before laying bricks and putting glass windows together, and only after having the core and skeleton can He take care of flesh and blood. As an extraordinary creature of the mysterious world, the "transcendent" is also "extraordinary", and he wanders like a ghost through the barren hills, the wasteland illuminated by the red moon, the palace surrounded by lightning and waves, and the miracle city surrounded by dragons, recording all kinds of sound and colorful information, while allowing the law of aggregation to bring itself to the side of "food".

The first piece of "food" was found in a crevice in the rock, like a jewel containing a brilliant star, exuding a demagogic luster, and he went straight to his stomach, wrapped it in his empty body, and waited for the food to be digested into particles and expand to the limbs, and then the body could become more realistic.

Food is a gift and a price. Although it would quench his hunger when he ate it, the process of "digestion" was not pleasant, and the whispering poured in with the power, violently shaking his skeleton and tearing at his core, and several times he almost forgot his name, the familiar language and the civilization that nurtured him, so that every time he ate a piece of food, he spent months or even years adjusting and repairing the skeleton before he went to find the next one.

It was a long, long time, long enough for the Demon Wolf and the Xeno-King who had once ravaged the ground to fall, for the long-dormant sun to shine on the earth, for the Elven King to fall from the throne of Storm and Lightning, so long that he didn't quite remember the first portion of food, but swallowed it mechanically and silently.

In the process, he picked up a lot of flesh and blood, human, wolf, elf, dragon, demon, and the corpses of extraordinary creatures were not a rarity in the Age of Chaos. He waited for the extraordinary properties of the corpses to come to fruition, and then he covered, infiltrated, fused with his own void body—like a silk tangled in a tree, and the dead body staggered to its feet, and He felt life through the corpse.

The sun is warm.

When the rain falls, the air becomes humid.

The blood is hot.

The sea water is salty.

Where the fire has burned, it hurts.

Daffodils are really fragrant.

It's all so familiar, and yet so strange.

He carefully picked up what he felt, filled it into the weather-beaten skeleton with a precious weight, and the long-faded name at the core seemed to have regained some of its brilliance.

"Enough, enough...... No need to eat any more. ”

A faint voice came from the core, and for the first time he tried to suppress the instinct that he had been accustomed to converging, but how could it be so easy to suppress the instinct that originated in the first place? Suffering from a protracted madness and a reviving tear of reason, He began to use sleep to combat the struggles in his body. In the process, He learned to dream, the sounds he heard, the light and darkness he saw, the warmth and coldness he touched, all of which became the building blocks for building dreams, decorating dreams with familiar appearances. Becoming obsessed with dreaming, he curled up in a very secret place and began a dark slumber, his eyes occasionally opening a gap in the sunlight shining in from the rock face, but it was only a nap before falling into the next dream.

Until one day, the long-dormant spiritual intuition frantically rang the alarm bells.

"Run, run, a powerful being, approaching!"

But even the most reliable spiritual intuition could not overcome his own inertia, and in the midst of the eyelid fight, the powerful being who could not be looked directly appeared in front of him, and his eyes sparkled with gold, irresistibly pulling him into a dream.

The omniscient and all-powerful Creator was slightly surprised, wondering how this monster made of twisted pieces of flesh didn't resist?