The roar that echoed in the depths of consciousness gradually dissipated, and the scene in front of him stabilized again, as if the vague sound through the curtain became clear again, and Ge Mona's soft voice was like a breeze blowing across the water: "...... Usurper, what does the world look like in your eyes? ”

"The world ...... my eyes," Duncan repeated softly, thinking subconsciously, recalling his gaze over the phantom girl who stood quietly in front of him, over the massive remains of Queen Leviathan, over the waterhole—in a trance, fish leaping out of the water, leaping into his mind, lingering in his consciousness.

He blinked, his gaze refocused on the "Girl of the Silent Sea", and after a moment of silence, he said, "The world in my eyes...... Often different from ordinary people in this world, there are some things that change in my perception, and then in the eyes of others, Navigator One thinks that this is the power of the observer, but I can vaguely feel it...... It's not that simple. ”

"So, Navigator 2 is right," the girl's vision seemed to smile, "you, or the civilization behind you...... They have been exposed to that 'answer'. ”

“…… So, if we start from the most basic level of 'information', we have the opportunity to keep everything that exists in the sanctuary on the premise of 'accomplishing' the end of the world? ”

"If 'information' is really the essence of all things, and we have the means to reshape the world from this level, then theoretically we can do everything," Grimona whispered, "the real 'everything', all the possibilities, all the impossibilities, the things that have been born, the things that have not been born, the things that have been annihilated, the ones that have survived annihilation...... As long as 'information' can express them, they can be implemented in any way...... Even if it is to make all things 'born' after 'destruction'......"

The girl's vision suddenly stopped, and seemed to suddenly fall into thought, and after a long while, she shook her head slightly: "That is already a realm that I can't understand. ”

“…… Frankly, it seems like something I can't understand," Duncan thought for a moment and said calmly, "at least not yet." ”

Ge Mona seemed to frown, her phantasmaginal face was blurred, but her emotions were as rich as that of a human: "I remember you said that you have a 'complete order' there, what is it?" ”

The temple was silent for a while, Duncan thought very seriously, sorting out the language and sorting out the information he knew so far, sorting out his current understanding of himself and his "state" at the moment, and after a while, he broke the silence: "It was a 0.002 second slice of the universe - a civilization that had come to the apex of the order and 'cut' its own world when it sensed the inevitability of the Great Annihilation, and took a piece of the entire timeline that was not affected by the Great Annihilation." Sample' and encapsulated the sample......

"This sample is me—the 'essence' of my current shell.

"According to my understanding, this 0.002-second slice of the universe should be necessary for the creation of a new world...... It's like a seed, a 'start-up parameter', a ......"

He said that this was a little stuck, but Ge Mona's voice immediately sounded: "A 'blueprint' that has not been polluted at all, and at the same time has 'self-consistency' and 'completeness'!" ”

Duncan's eyes lit up slightly: "Yes, that's what it means." ”

"Yes, it's this...... That's it! Ge Mona's illusion suddenly trembled slightly, as if she was unsteady due to excitement, and this was the first time she had been excited in her tone since just now, "This is what Pilot 2 has been looking for...... A pure and complete blueprint! Neither we nor the civilization behind us have made it this far, so we can't build a complete 'model' of an entire world, so we can only build a boundless sea with a limited lifespan, but if we have a complete blueprint......"

The fine sand in the hourglass suddenly began to pass rapidly, and the light rustling sound made Ge Mona instantly calm down, and she immediately controlled herself, restraining her overactive emotions in order to save her precious "vitality".

"If we have a complete blueprint, we may really have a chance to reshape a real world," she said in an effortless and calm manner, "We have had several failed 'creations', and the fundamental reason is that we don't know what a complete cosmic order should look like - if we think of 'information' as the cornerstone of all things, then the cosmic order is the 'formula' that allows all information to operate consistently, and it is beyond our power to summarize this formula, but you have this formula in your hands......"

"But I only have formulas," Duncan had to interrupt, "remember what I said earlier?" I need raw materials, lots of raw materials – a seed can't grow a tree, a blueprint can't make a house, I need soil and bricks. ”

"Yes." Gemona's voice came straight into his head, calm and determined.

Duncan's expression changed slightly, and for a moment, he seemed to think of something.

“…… Detonate us, is it enough? Ge Mona's tone was suddenly a little less firm, and she asked cautiously, with a hint of hope and a little uneasiness in her voice—as if she was afraid that it was not enough.

“…… Are you serious? Duncan's expression changed slightly, and his tone was a little complicated.

“…… As the 'inertia' of the world, we carry a large amount of 'intelligence' from the old world, and Pilot II said that those 'intelligence' are 'information' - although it has not yet been able to complete the research of its creators, it has more or less touched that threshold," Ge Mona's tone was very serious, "According to its judgment, the 'information' we carry should actually be far more than we understand and control—the total amount is many, many times greater than the entire infinite sea, but we lack the ability to control information. So this huge amount of 'basic information' can only be wasted, and a small part of it becomes the raw material for building shelters, and most of it slowly decays with us......

"But you're different, usurper, your civilization has reached this height, and you have the ability to detonate us properly and efficiently, even if we are just the dregs of the old world, but if all the 'dregs' of the entire 'outer barrier' melt together, it may be enough to complete a ......"

She stopped, as the quicksand in the hourglass sped up again.

After two or three seconds of silence, she continued softly: "The thing that Salmir failed to do at that time......"

Salmir, that's the name of the Pale Giant, who tried to reshape the stars, but the stars collapsed in the night and became part of the subspace.

Duncan didn't speak, but from his expression, it was clear that he was not very willing to accept Queen Leviathan's "plan".

Emotionally, he instinctively resisted this suggestion, and intellectually, he also vaguely felt that this plan was not appropriate—"detonating" the "wreckage" of the four gods and all the other ancient gods, in exchange for which the explosion of information was really enough to fill a "blueprint for creation"?

Although it was a bit sharp to say this, he instinctively felt that these "gods", including Gemona, were ...... The amount of "information" they carry is comparable to that of a whole universe...... It's really a bit insufficient.

They are just tiny "gods"—the host of a ship, the historian of a planet, the queen of sea beasts who can only shelter one ocean, or the primordial gods who preside over death and sacrifice, and they carry not enough knowledge and memories of the old world to depict the stars.

But he couldn't speak, and Queen Leviathan looked at him expectantly from the waterhole, this "little god...... I really think that if I detonate myself, I can add a few stars to the new world.

So after a long silence, he just nodded slightly.

"I'm not sure right now, it doesn't seem like a safe option – maybe we should think of something else, at least ...... There should still be some time. ”

“…… We don't have much time," said Grimina, thinking for a moment, "It would be nice if there was a better way, but if it was too late...... We are always here waiting for your answer. ”

The quicksand in the hourglass has passed a little more, and now there is not much left.

"It seems like it's almost time to say goodbye," said Bartók, the pale beast limbs slowly sinking towards the edge of the waterhole behind the girl's vision, "said Bartók, there was enough life in the hourglass for me to finish the necessary conversation with you—it seems that we should talk about it here." ”

Duncan glanced down at the little quicksand left in the hourglass, and he knew he should keep some "life" - he would have to return here to tell Gemmona that final "answer" when the final moment came.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me before you leave?" Duncan asked.

Grimona didn't speak, and the woman who had been standing by the same day, dressed in a clergyman-style white robe, stepped forward and handed him something.

Duncan's eyes froze for a moment—it was a brass key.

A brass key used to wind a doll!

"What is this?" In astonishment, he couldn't help but ask.

"The route, the 'route' to the various nodes of the entire outer barrier," said Grimana gently, "Pilot II says that it can only be handed over to you when you come here, and it will take on the way it should be—and then you will know how it should be used. ”

It will take on the posture it deserves......

Duncan repeated the words in his mind, and then took the brass key with some incredulous emotion.

It is cold to the touch and has a heavy weight, and its handle is different from the "infinity" symbol of another key, which is structured as a ring with an intricate pattern, and an arrow that runs through the entire ring.

"Hopefully it will come in handy." Ge Mona said with a smile.

Duncan let out a long sigh of relief and put the key close to his body: "...... Of course, this is useful. ”

Ge Mona's vision nodded slightly, "Well, that's all. ”

(End of chapter)