noffsinger Chapter 177 Don't wander around aimlessly in the middle of the night (1)
Chapter 177 Don't wander around aimlessly in the middle of the night (1)
(The True Ancestor's Evil Doppelganger refers to the doppelganger of the True Ancestor's Evil Doppelganger, not the Evil Doppelganger of the True Ancestor, because the Evil Doppelganger of the True Ancestor is the True Ancestor's Evil Doppelganger.)
Xing Liang (Despair), whose true form had transformed into human form, hovered in a black void, looking at the magic card in his hand with a complicated expression.
It was very light and thin, and from the back it looked almost identical to other magic cards. But He dared not touch it directly with his hands, for fear that he would damage it if he applied too much force, and only dared to lift it gently with his telekinesis.
The name of this magic card is a string of numbers, written in extremely small numbers, so small that even with His eyesight it was quite difficult to read.
After all, this string of numbers has a total of digits (the largest prefix added in the International System of Units in 2022 is "quetta", which represents 10^30, that is, 1 followed by 30 zeros, which can represent 31 digits).
According to Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Incarnation), this string of numbers is a numbering system assigned by them. They arranged it in order, and by the time this universe was born, the numbering system had reached a certain number of digits, without any special meaning.
Just now, He watched as His own universe was completely "packaged" and compressed into this magic card in His hand by Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Avatar).
Countless galaxies, civilizations, and creatures... are all contained within this magic card. Everything in the universe has been paused, frozen at the moment it was created as a magic card. In the original location of the universe, only a black void remains.
If He hadn't known that this was only a temporary storage method, and that it could be restored at any time without affecting the original universe, He would have already disregarded everything and exploded with Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Clone).
"Do you want to keep it with you, or should I keep it safe?"
Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Avatar) patted non-existent dust off his hands, as if he had just done a small job of fixing a leaky pipe, rather than a massive project of compressing the entire universe into a magic card without damage.
Did it take a minute? That should be considered a big project.
"I come."
Xing Liang (Despair) secured the magic card in a certain position, and after confirming that everything was in order, he wrapped it again with layers of heavy mechanical armor to prevent it from being lost or damaged in the slightest.
Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Avatar) watched the process quietly, and nothing dared to disturb him: some of the messy things that had tried to invade this universe just happened to meet Him and were eaten by Him as free snacks, turning into energy to maintain this memory projection avatar; others, after sensing His aura from afar, risked their lives to escape, and He was too lazy to chase after them.
No one can escape.
Can't those stupid scum use their rotten, stinking brains to think about whether the blackness of emptiness could be the color of something else?
He paid particular attention to the fool who reversed time to find Xing Liang: after being made into sashimi, he used his mental power to keep it "fresh," just waiting for him to finish his work here so he could enjoy it.
How "fresh" is it? Let's put it this way: that idiot will be "alive" until Xing Liang (True Ancestor's Evil Clone) takes the last bite.
Xing Liang (Despair) glanced at the depths of the black void before returning his gaze to Xing Liang (True Ancestor - Evil Clone).
"But I still want to ask, how will you keep it safe if you come here?"
Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Avatar) did not speak. A "door" suddenly opened behind him. It was unknown where the "door" led. Xing Liang (Despair) looked through the "door" and saw only towering mountains made of magic cards.
“When a universe can no longer continue and all the executioners in the universe are dead, I will seal it away, then find the original key time point, change some variables and open up another parallel universe. This is ‘rebooting’.”
Each magic card is a remnant of the original universe after it was "rebooted". The "gate" behind Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Clone) connects to a universe composed of these remnants.
A universe more desperate than despair.
They were already used to compressing a near-destruction universe into magic cards.
"I'll double-check one last time."
The "door" behind Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil Incarnation) closed, forcing Xing Liang (Despair) to return his gaze to Him.
"Do you have the resolve to keep moving forward?"
As he spoke, another "door" opened in the black void behind him, behind which flowed a turquoise river.
Xing Liang (in despair) gently stroked the spot where the magic card was located through his armor.
"It has to be me, and it can only be me."
Even if there's nothing at all?
Even if there's nothing at all.
……
The entity that controlled Naich's consciousness has departed.
"She won't remember anything about me; her only memory of tonight will be the part about performing the surgery on you."
The other party then pulled out two people from somewhere and placed them on the chairs in the infirmary.
“The two of them were guarding the operating room door. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I sent them to another place temporarily. Of course, they will not have any memory of leaving here.”
Instead of directly erasing or modifying the memory, it "controls" their consciousness, leaving a suggestion so that they subconsciously do not recall the memory, achieving an effect similar to "amnesia".
After the other party left, Xing Liang judged that Nai Che and the others would not wake up for a while, so he and the defenders settled the three sleeping peacefully on beds in the infirmary.
In the end, Xing Liang still didn't know who was controlling Nai Che's consciousness. No matter how he tried to probe and ask, whenever the question involved identity, the other party would only chuckle.
However, the other party was quite generous in lending Xing Liang their deck, telling Xing Liang to return it the next time they met.
They said they'd meet again next time, but who knows when they'll see each other again? It's practically the same as giving away a gift. Xing Liang plans to study the effects first, and then consider whether to build a dedicated ritual deck or remove those "Sword of the Snake" magic cards and add them to a smaller deck.
Having slept well during the surgery, Xing Liang was full of energy, but there was nothing urgent to do, and the things he had planned to do before had already been arranged for another time. After idly scrolling through his phone for a while and pondering the "Si Jian" magic card for a bit, Xing Liang began to stare blankly at the white ceiling of the infirmary.
This person tends to overthink when he has free time. He starts to ponder all sorts of things, such as the strange "stagnation" of Earth, how he came to this world from Earth, what King Inmotor is planning, and... what exactly is telekinesis.
Xing Liang opened his hand, and a small ball of green psychic energy appeared, gently floating above his palm.
After resolving the issue of the repulsion between his internal mental powers, Xing Liang finally had the leisure to think about what exactly the mental power he had been using was.
He can manipulate things with his mind alone, ignoring the laws of physics to convert mass and energy, travel freely in any medium, tear through space to open "doors" connecting to any place he has ever been or whose location he knows, and even...
"Declaration: 'Time'."
The electronic clock in the infirmary stopped ticking at 12:59. The breathing of the three people on the hospital bed ceased. Apart from Xing Liang, who was surrounded by psychic power, and a small space around him, the surrounding area, where the light particles no longer moved, fell into absolute darkness.
He took a pen from the pen holder on his desk and tossed it upwards. The pen stopped moving immediately after leaving the space he had created with his telekinesis and remained suspended in mid-air.
Xing Liang spread his mental power outwards, and in his perception of streets, cities, and countries, the only thing he could still move was himself.
He wasn't sure if time had been erased from the entire universe, or just from the area he could perceive. He silently counted in his mind: 10, 30, 60, 180… During the time he maintained his state of time stop, no moving external object entered his perception range.
All his declarations so far have been made by temporarily "stripping" the contents of the declaration within the range of his mental power. The only difference is the timing of the declaration. Although it also consumes his mental power, he can complete the declaration immediately without having to spread his mental power in advance.
He ended his declaration before his mental energy was exhausted, and time returned to normal.
The pen fell to the ground with a "thud," the electronic clock in the infirmary jumped to 1 o'clock, and the sounds of breathing rose and fell from the beds in the infirmary. Soft light shone down from the ceiling, casting a shadow under Xing Liang.
His ability to make declarations ultimately relies on telekinesis. He can even strip away conceptual concepts like "time" and abstract concepts like "being affected by other effects." Isn't telekinesis a bit too omnipotent?
Is there anything that telekinesis can't do? Resurrect the dead? He couldn't think of anything, and he felt that even if there were problems he couldn't solve with telekinesis, it was because his control and understanding of telekinesis was insufficient, not because telekinesis was not omnipotent.
If you can't think of anything, then stop thinking about it.
Withdrawing his telekinetic power, Xing Liang used it to pick up the pen and put it back in the pen holder. He then continued to stare blankly at the ceiling.
Being alone is so boring... Ugh, all alone... Is Mo Yu asleep?
The moment this thought popped into his head, Xing Liang immediately used his telekinetic powers to scan the entire building and quickly located Mo Yu, who was resting in the staff dormitory.
"Mo Yu, Mo Yu! Wake up! You're awake? You weren't asleep, were you? Come on, let's go for a walk."
Mo Yu was also not asleep.
This honest, simple rural young man, who was used to going to bed early and getting up early, thus began his first experience of being forced to stay up all night.
Although Xing Liang himself had no appetite for a late-night snack, he couldn't let Mo Yubai, who had been woken up for no reason, accompany him. He wasn't that heartless, so he planned to take Mo Yubai to the 24-hour fried chicken restaurant at the dock and treat him to some fries.
It was still late at night. Unlike the hustle and bustle of the daytime, the streets were now like a silent theater after a performance. The streetlights cast long shadows of the trees on both sides, like neatly arranged dark ribbons stretching across the road. Occasionally, the sound of a passing vehicle's engine would break the silence, only to be quickly absorbed by the empty street.
Since they weren't in a hurry and the place wasn't far, they chose to walk. Most of the shops were already closed, with only a few convenience stores on the street corners lit up with cold white lights, quiet yet indifferent.
But after turning the next corner, Xing Liang saw in the distance that warm orange light poured out through the glass window of the fried chicken shop at the dock, becoming the only vibrant color on the street.
Pushing open the door, the store was almost empty. Apart from the female shop assistant yawning and waiting for her shift to change, there was only a pair of twin siblings who looked like elementary school students sitting near the counter.
How did Xing Liang know they were twins and even confirm they were siblings?
The moment he entered, he subconsciously scanned the three people in the store with his telekinesis. The conclusion that they were twins was drawn after he used his telekinesis to read the two children's physical information and compared their DNA. As for the sibling relationship, he guessed it based on his intuition.
Yes, he can now read DNA with his telekinesis. Just like how sonar emits sound waves that echo back to an object, the telekinesis surrounding him spreads out like water ripples to perceive everything around him, and then returns to feed back the perceived information to him.
The massive amount of information transmitted through telekinesis flashed through Xing Liang's mind in an instant. Within this extremely short time, Xing Liang's brain, empowered by telekinesis, would rapidly read and process all the content, finally filtering out some irrelevant parts and categorizing and summarizing the more important information.
His information gathering and processing capabilities were terrifying, but the corresponding price was an equally terrifying drain on his energy and mental energy. His energy consumption was not enough to keep up with the brain's energy consumption, so he mainly relied on his mental energy to maintain his energy supply. As for his mental energy, he could only rely on Xing Liang himself. So even though he only scanned the three people with his mental energy for a short while, he was exhausted after a good night's sleep and immediately felt tired. Xing Liang estimated that he would fall asleep (in short, fall into a coma) after using his mental energy twice more.
After marveling once again at the omnipotence of telekinesis, Xing Liang walked to the counter and helped Mo Yu, who didn't know how to choose, order a late-night snack set specially designed for night owls like them. Then, after thinking for a moment, he ordered himself a large iced cola.
Since he was already there, he couldn't just leave empty-handed. Although he didn't have much of an appetite, he could still have a drink.
When ordering, he saw a children's meal on the menu, which included a random dragon-themed toy. From the small print next to it, Xing Liang learned that the toy would be given away in a "blind box" format: the toy would be packaged in an opaque plastic bag, placed inside a cardboard box, and then sealed with plastic to ensure randomness as much as possible.
There are three types: common, rare, and hidden. The hidden versions are further divided into minor and major hidden versions, with probabilities of 90%, 9%, 0.9%, and 0.1% respectively. A glass cabinet next to it displays several common dragon-themed toys: [Guardian Wyvern], [Sapphire Dragon], [Emerald Dragon], and [Infernal Guardian Dragon]. The designs are based on the original Kakashi illustrations but have been modified into a chibi-style, cartoonish aesthetic, which looks quite interesting.
He checked on his phone and found that because it was a newly launched event, no one had drawn the hidden item yet, and even the rare item was rare. Although Xing Liang really wanted to order one to see if he could draw the so-called hidden item, he considered that he really had no appetite right now, and felt that if he ordered it for Mo Yu, he would feel embarrassed to eat the children's meal, so he had no choice but to give up.
I'll order a kids' meal for each of the kids when we get back during the day, and then we'll see how things go. Hmm, I should order one for Xiaoya too, otherwise she'll definitely throw a tantrum when she finds out.
After glancing at the twin siblings who were talking quietly while they waited for their food and occasionally glancing at them, Xing Liang and Mo Yu chose to sit by the window near the door after getting their food.
Although he was concerned about why the two elementary school students hadn't gone home yet and were still wandering around outside in the middle of the night, based on the DNA overlap he had detected through his telekinetic scan, he determined that the twins and the shop assistant were closely related by blood; they were relatives.
Since there is a guardian, there is no need for Xing Liang, a stranger, to worry about it.
The unprecedented excitement of eating in the middle of the night dispelled Mo Yu's drowsiness. He savored the fried chicken, fries, and burger, which tasted somewhat novel to him, and his resentment towards Xing Liang forcibly waking him up also dissipated.
Xing Liang picked up a Coke, leaned back, and drank it through a straw while quietly admiring the city night view outside the shop window.
Everything looked so pleasant.
Just when Xing Liang thought they would finish their late-night snack in a mundane way, and then wander around other places on their way back to end this all-nighter, a slightly jarring screech of brakes broke the tranquility at the door.
In Xing Liang's view, a strangely shaped white motorcycle stopped at the door. A tall young man got off the motorcycle and shouted loudly to the female shop assistant after entering the door.
"Auntie, one kids' meal, please!"
The shop assistant's smooth forehead showed prominent veins.
(I've finished writing the reports I needed to write and taking all the exams I needed to take. I'm back from the dead to update this time.)