Duncan thought that his plan might indeed be a little crazy - the Black Sun had a san check when he heard what he had just said......

But he was serious, and after the black sun's "ah", his expression was even more serious than before, and he repeated very calmly: "I'm going to detonate the creation of the world—of course, this 'detonation' is a figurative statement, strictly speaking, I'm going to borrow its power, or rather, borrow the part of it that it hasn't completely released during the Great Annihilation." ”

The surface of the blazing false sun rose and fell, and the glorious corona rose and rose like a stormy wave, while countless pale and strange tentacles curled up and wriggled in the sea of fire, and after a while, the black sun calmed down, and there was a little noise in its low, cascading tremor voice: "...... When was this plan decided? ”

"Before I came here to see you," Duncan said calmly, "though there was only a vague direction at the time, and the idea was not so firm. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and then continued: "I have always had a ...... 'intuition', which may have originated from the 'knowledge' left by the civilization that created me, many things I do not understand the inner workings of it, but instinct allows me to know how to do it or know where to go, and it is driven by this intuition that I think the creation of the world may help me solve a big problem I am currently facing - the problem of the first driving force.

"But it wasn't until I met you here, and saw this 'letter' you brought me, that I was sure of the correctness of this direction, or rather...... Most likely, the letter itself is a reminder of where the right direction lies. ”

The turbulent wriggling of the Black Sun's surface calmed down a little, and after realizing that this was not a crazy thought that had lost its mind, but was really a calm and rational plan, it finally became serious: "What do you mean by the 'problem of the first impulse' you just mentioned?" ”

"To put it simply, it was a 'big bang' that gave birth to the world," Duncan explained, "and it's a more figurative way of saying it's a simultaneous explosion of information, matter, and energy, and if we think of the whole world as a huge and complex mathematical machine, then the first roar of this mathematical machine is the 'explosion' of the origin of all things."

"In the sea of ashes at the edge of the order, I conducted a preliminary test, which verified the conjecture that information is immortal, and also confirmed that everything can indeed be reshaped in the chaotic sea of information through the method of 'assignment', but at the same time, I also found a problem, that is, the world, a 'mathematical machine', has a 'whole', and all its information parameters must be meshed with each other, and I can't rebuild the world brick by brick and brick like building a house - before this work begins, I may have an endless amount of time to prepare, but once the process starts, everything has to be done simultaneously.

"Therefore, I need such an explosion, in an infinitely short and infinitely long 'instant', to complete the simultaneous assignment and 'activation' of all information, and if this condition is not met, the new world will be torn apart and gradually reset to zero - like the infinite sea now.

"And that requires a huge amount of energy, very, very large energy...... Even the energy of the Great Annihilation. ”

Duncan looked up and looked seriously at the large, pale eyes surrounded by flesh and blood: "You see, I have a fairly reasonable and well-thought-out plan......"

“…… I'm starting to get a little scared of you mentioning the word 'reasonable,'" the tentacles around Black Sun twitched, "but well, I at least understand the need for this plan, indeed...... With such a huge amount of energy, only the Creation of the World can provide, but how do you ensure this process...... Will it really happen the way you think? Or to put it bluntly, how should the creation of the world be detonated? How to boot? How do you make sure the process doesn't get out of hand? ”

The old god threw out a barrage of questions, apparently still having great concerns about Duncan's plans—and such worries were normal.

Because it is so close to the creation of the world, there is no "man" in this world who knows the nature and horror of the rift better than it, and it has watched the end of the sky for 10,000 years - which makes it difficult to connect the end to the "new world" in any way.

And Duncan obviously thought about this series of questions, in the face of the black sun's question, he did not waver, just simply organized the language and said calmly: "Everything is information. ”

The Black Sun was silent, waiting for Duncan to continue explaining.

"It's the same with the creation of the world." Duncan then said.

The flames around the black sun swelled and contracted, and it seemed to think of something.

"After coming into contact with that chaotic 'sea of information', I have a real understanding of the theory of 'everything is information'," Duncan did not sell anything, and after confirming that the black solar energy was keeping up with his own train of thought, he continued to explain, "The creation of the world is the solidified 'doomsday' itself, but the end is also an expression of information, and from the bottom of the logic, the creation of the world is actually no different from everything in this world."

"And for me, as long as it's still supported by 'information', there is no 'out of control' problem, it exists, it is controllable, if it is not controllable...... Then its 'loss of control' must also be controllable, unless the theory that 'everything is information' does not hold up in it. ”

"Sounds like you're confident," Black Sun's tentacles stretched, exclaiming with a low, gentle tremor, "and very firm. ”

Duncan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Indeed, he was so convinced that nothing could stop the Creation of the World from becoming the dawn of a new world—and neither could the Creation of the World itself.

"And there's another thing that's strengthening my faith." He said suddenly.

Black Sun reacted quickly: "You mean...... The appearance of that cube? ”

"It has passed through the rift of the Creation of the World to reach 'this side'," Duncan nodded slightly, "A letter, no matter how sophisticated its manufacturing technology is, how perfect the protective measures are, its ability to cross the barrier between the new world and the old world to be sent to 'this side' is an almost impossible thing in itself, so its 'delivery window' must have been carefully selected, and this delivery window must be located in the place where the two worlds are most 'connected'......"

Duncan paused slowly, his gaze looking into the distance, as if through the brilliant and false corona of the black sun, staring at some more distant time and space—

Everything in the old world collapses, and all information ends up at a "terminal";

A new world was born in a big explosion, and all the information poured out from a "starting point".

Convergence and eruption are born in opposite directions, like the two ends of an hourglass, and where they connect, it is both the end point and the starting point - the place left for the "inverse singularity".

It is also a place left to the creation of the world.

People in the distant future sent a letter to the other end of the hourglass through the only "aperture", which was a letter to the family to report safety, and at the same time a lamp to guide the way in the night voyage.

"I'll go find you," Duncan said slowly, retracting his gaze from the distance and refocusing his gaze on the Black Sun, "I'll burn you all as promised, reserve a place for you in the New World, and then—that's it." ”

The corona of the black sun rose and fell slowly, and in the layers of flesh and blood, there was a gentle and low tremor: "I will light a lighthouse for you, and in the night sky, you will sail in the brightest direction." ”

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"See you then."

……

The night was eternal, the mist shrouded the city-state, the frozen clouds hung low as if within reach, the cold filled the world, the gas lamps neatly arranged on the side of the road still glowed brightly, but the flames in the lampshades froze as if they were frozen, no longer emitting the slightest heat.

Heidi wrapped her coat around her body - although she didn't quite know why she was wearing such a thick dress, her instinct made her make the decision to "protect herself from the cold", even if she didn't quite remember what "cold" was.

She hurried through the streetlight-lit streets, showed her pass as she passed the sheriff's sentry, and continued in the direction of her home.

There were a few pedestrians on the road, some going to the factory, some going out to shop, and there were significantly more people going out to move than they had been at the beginning of the long night—it seemed that as time went on, the people of the city-state had gradually adapted to the night.

But even so, compared to the days when "everything was normal", the city is still much more deserted now.

Heidi ignored the passers-by who were slowly walking in the mist, just keeping her head down, occasionally hearing chaotic movements in the street or in the neighboring block, sounding like someone was fighting or screaming in fear, and sometimes she even saw heavily armed church guards clash with some panicked-looking passers-by in the fog, but she quickly looked away from them.

As she passed a street lamp, Heidi glanced up, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flyer posted on the street lamp pole, and on the flyer was a few simple words—

"The waves, the death, the temperature of the fire - if you see and understand these words, immediately go to the XX block or the shelter point in the XX block to receive help. Don't panic, stay calm, there are still people protecting you. ”

Heidi frowned, looking at the crooked, unrecognizable symbols.

She vaguely felt that she seemed to have seen such graffiti content in her neighborhood a lot recently.

But there's nothing to be concerned about either.

She turned her head and continued her way through the cold fog towards home.

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