Zhang Zicheng is not stupid, the system only explained this sentence, and he understood.

Maybe this low-dimensional world may have been quite harmonious, but when they played the game, they uncontrollably received relevant information from the higher dimensions, and it happened to be compatible with their original worldview, which eventually led to this weird appearance.

He looked at these people in the picture: "So now they are trying to call the gods who have changed their universe to save their world?" ”

[Yes, it is because they are using a special ritual in their own world to make a communication request that the system locates this place when the scene is randomly displayed.] 】

Zhang Zicheng felt more and more interesting, and asked, "Then what should I do?" How can we help them get rid of this worldview? ”

The system was silent for a while, and then said blankly: [The database is damaged, and the corresponding solution has not been found. 】

It's okay.

If there is no system, he is just an ordinary social animal, how can he know how to change the low-dimensional world?

I can't go down to fight the evil god violently, if I really want to go down, I'm afraid that another hair will blow up the universe, and the human race and the evil god will end up together.

Thinking like this, Zhang Zicheng suddenly had an idea.

An object the size of a hair is not a good idea...... And what about the smaller ones?

Like what...... Cell?

Zhang Zicheng asked tentatively, "System, can you reduce the dimension of my cells?" ”

Although a single strand of hair can destroy the low-dimensional world, at least according to the picture at the time, the low-dimensional world was also supported for a while before being collapsed by the huge mass of the hair.

So with smaller cells, it should be fine, right?

As long as the location is placed away from the planet, it is good.

[In the cell definition, the definition is complete......]

After the system was silent for a moment, it gave Zhang Zicheng, who was expecting it, a disappointed answer: [I'm very sorry, respected host, in the high-dimensional world, the system can't interfere with microscopic things that the host itself can't see. 】

"That's right." Zhang Zicheng frowned slightly.

But it's right to think about it, the system can live now, but it also occupies a part of its own consciousness, and it belongs to the hardware pulling, which is okay.

However, Zhang Zicheng did not give up, looking at the screen, the people inside were still chanting incantations that they didn't understand.

He thought for a moment, and finally said, "Then can I communicate with them?" ”

In any case, let's talk to the low-dimensional people first and see if we can discuss a plan together.

The system immediately said: [Answer the host, yes.] 】

Zhang Zicheng didn't feel happy, but said vigilantly: "Shouldn't you want to destroy the universe again?" ”

He has been scared of the two universes that he destroyed casually before, and it is not certain whether there is life in those two universes, but this universe is sure to have life, so he naturally has to be cautious.

System Channel: [Based on the current volume of the host, it will not have too drastic effects on low-dimensional space-time.] 】

So it's still going to have an impact, right?

But at least it won't directly destroy the world, Zhang Zicheng feels that it is still necessary to try......

"Okay, then my voice is quieter, you can reduce the dimension of my voice......"

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As mayor of the coastal city of Cora, Simmons was in the center of the square, holding torches aloft and unconsciously muttering prayers.

His soul has long been in the long night, in the countless nightmare cycles, from the initial despair, to madness, and finally back to numbness.

A lot has happened in the city of Kora, and in the beginning, countless twisted limbs have grown out of every inch of the city's buildings.

Happy people who die in their sleep are crushed into blood by the tentacles that grow out of the walls.

But every survivor who looked directly at those monsters had an irrepressible twist in their bodies, and some of them also died on the spot. Some of them use their legs that grow out of their mouths to drag all the internal organs that turn out, and they stumble and crawl in pain.

Simmons' first death, fortunately died in the stampede of a fugitive.

After his death, he woke up from a nightmare in an instant, only to find that the time had just fallen into the night.

Just as Simmons wiped away the cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything had been nothing more than a nightmare, he saw a huge webbed hand like a fish climbing on top of the city's tallest bell tower outside the glass window......

The moment he saw the other party, Simmons felt an unbearable headache, as if the instinct of the brain resisted to fall on the other person.

Warnings kept flashing in his mind, and in a trance, he saw a distorted, abominable filth that was far removed from its human form, despite its hands and feet.

And on the huge blue-black head, the face was twisted into a chaotic mess.

Simmons' eyeballs were so sour that they almost exploded, and at a glance, his entire body began to twist from the inside, and all the musculoskeletal and internal organs of his chest cavity rotated towards the center.

Finally, in the midst of intense tinnitus and severe pain, Simmons felt a "pop" in his chest...... It was as if something had been squeezed, and then he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

Then he woke up from his nightmare again.

Not just himself, but everyone in the city, everyone will return to the moment when the night began after death.

This kind of reincarnation has passed countless times, countless times.

The night is long, boundless.

Every time you wake up, you will face different monsters and disasters. Simmons would initially count how many nightmares he had died. But when he counted thousands of times, his memory began to be chaotic, and it was no longer possible to tell when the picture of each death appeared.

Countless people have also completely lost their humanity in the process.

And what is even more terrifying than reincarnation is ...... Each time he woke up, all the fatal injuries were gone, but the contamination and mutation were permanently preserved.

Until now, Simmons' entire upper body is still twisted together in a spiral...... But all the internal organs are still running like this.

He could even feel his heartbeat pumping in the lower right corner of the whirlpool.

Suddenly, in the midst of the chanting that seemed to be humming in unison, a terrible scream was suddenly inserted.

Simmons turned his head, under the dirty hood, the skin was entangled, and it was impossible to distinguish each other's facial features, only the scarlet one-eyed that had been cut through the skin with sharp energy, looking in the direction where the voice came from.

Sure enough, Simmons saw a familiar figure, wearing a three-cornered hat with feathers and a boning knife full of sharp thorns, constantly strangling the people gathered here from the perimeter.

However, after only one glance, Simmons turned his head back and re-numbly recited the prayer with the people around him.

It's just another crazy hunter.

It doesn't matter if you get killed...... Eventually, you will wake up from your nightmare.

The so-called hunters are those who were organized by Simmons in the early days of the Nightmare Cycle to investigate the truth of the Eternal Night, as well as to fight against the evil and calamity that are constantly emerging.

Not only that, but Simmons also continued to study every book in every library in the city in the process, trying to find a way to solve it.

Unfortunately, in the repeated deaths, the hunters found nothing from beginning to end, and all they got was an uncontrollable mutation and beasthood, and finally fell into the madness of killing living creatures when they saw them.

And Simmons ...... However, in countless mysterious texts, he spied a trace of knowledge that he had not been exposed to in the past.

It may be that in this endless night of terror, only the precious time of the past is the least valuable.

Because of knowledge, he did not completely degenerate into a beast that kills people at sight. It is also because of his knowledge that he has sheltered many survivors who have remained sane during the long cycle of reincarnation.

But time is undoubtedly cruel.

When they first face evil spirits, they will rise up against them and fight against their enemies.

After the situation does not improve, they fall into the chaos of attacking each other, blaming others, and trying to betray and find a way to survive.

Eventually, those who act differently give up hope in their numbness when they realize that what they do can never change anything.

Those who gave up hope and gave up fighting naturally got down on their knees and began to pray to the sky.

Now the circle under Simmons' feet, and the prayer in his mouth, is the last attempt in this years-long nightmare.

All the books in the city have been turned to shreds, and countless countermeasures and programs have been thought of.

But when humans face the twisted monsters that appear in every nightmare...... All that can be done is prayer.

The screams grew closer, and the mad hunter laughed and drank blood.

But all the people who prayed didn't even look up.

All in all...... After death, you will also wake up in a new nightmare.

Simmons looked up blankly and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

He paused for a moment to pray and muttered in a low voice, "God, why on earth are you tormenting your people......"

"All we hope for is sleep and rest."

"For this reason...... You can take what we've lost, what we'll ever have, and everything we have......"

With a soft sigh, the bright moonlight suddenly fluctuated.

"Huh?"

Simmons wasn't sure if he was dazzled.

Immediately, with the moon as the center, the entire sky began to tremble. The light of the stars behind the moonlight was distorted, and the light was uncertain.

Such distortions and tremors, with increasing magnitude, are becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

An indescribable atmosphere that pervades the city.

In the city, the beast that had been running freely stopped, and the hunter, who had been sipping blood, raised his head.

Little by little, they saw the stars disappearing from the sky.

Until the whole night, only a round of abrupt bright moon remains, as if the incandescent lamp is dipped in the dark ink.

Immediately afterward, the moon suddenly began to emit a starlight that was different from the stars, like debris falling from it.

At the same time, the moon grew brighter and brighter, until it was like the sun, illuminating the whole earth coldly.

For the first time, Simmons felt that moonlight could be so dazzling.

But after this incomparable brightness......

The moon is gone.

In the original position, only a dense mass of star chips remained.

"Moon...... Gone? ”

Simmons only had time to mutter.

Then the earth began to tremble, and everything began to disintegrate.

The sea exploded and huge waves rushed into the sky.

Mountains shattered in tremors, and the earth cracked in shaking.

The city almost turned into powder in an instant, and every body around it exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

Simmons didn't even feel any pain in his last consciousness.

Because at this moment, my whole body and mind are occupied by one voice, one thought.

“NNNNN————！！！！”

The information contained in this brilliant voice is incomparably complex and mysterious, and it is completely impossible to hear with the ears of mortals.

Such a sound would not be enough to allow all the cells in his body to accept the frequency of His trembling. Even the whole world, the whole planet, I'm afraid, is not enough.

So sacred, so high, so wonderful.

For a moment, Simmons only felt as if he was in a universe where only his soul existed, extremely quiet.

This kind of tranquility almost moved him.

Because in the whole universe, there is now only one sound, and there is not the slightest noise......

No bickering, no chaos, no intermingling, no ups and downs.

Therefore, there is no need to think, no need to debate, no need to speak out, no need to communicate.

This is called the sound of the Great Voice.

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In reality, Zhang Zicheng looked at the picture on the screen, almost crazy.

"Ahhh Didn't you say it wouldn't have much of an impact on the lower dimensions? I just wanted to say 'hello'! Even outside the galaxy, I even said it at the lowest volume! Now half of the galaxy's planets have crumbled to pieces, and the moon has broken into foam! The whole earth has almost been turned upside down, and you tell me it's all right?!! ”