Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 826 Pointer
The elevator needle moves in circles. Alexander rode the elevator, going up circles and circles, and he broke through layers of puzzles. Ascending from "Thebes" at the bottom, he arrived at the metropolis of dreams, the metropolis, the new Antioch of the automaton, and was about to go to the real new Antioch at the top. The pointer rotates 4 times.

The three middle floors are not his design, but the crux and talent of New Antioch. In fact, from the beginning, only two layers, New Antioch and Metropolis, existed. This is also the reason why New Antioch was located here, as it is closely connected to the metropolis. But the two gradually produced their own shadows - New Antioch had automata, and Metropolis had dreams. Both themselves also benefit from the existence of the metropolis. In the longitudinal direction, you can stack as many layers as you want.

But this has nothing to do with Alexander. He is not here to solve problems, he is here to develop this endless treasure house. It's just that now the plan has been disrupted by Shangluo, and he doesn't intend to stay here and take other plans - because Shangluo may wake up at any time, and he will chase after him. Before Shangluo catches up to settle the score, he must immediately leave the shadows and return to the sunshine. Compared with the cold sunlight below, he still liked the sunlight from the real sun.

When the elevator stopped at the crowded [Metropolitan Metro Station] in New Antioch City, his trip to Green City was about to end.

However.
Alexander noticed something strange. If the elevator wants to stop, it must slow down first. But the elevator's needle turned to the fourth circle, but it had no intention of stopping.

Immediately, he pressed all the floors in the elevator and pressed the door door button repeatedly. The upward momentum of the elevator did not stop.

"Stop the elevator! I'm going down!" He shouted back at the elevator lady, but the latter remained indifferent.

The elevator passed the first floor in an instant and continued to rush upward.

"King, the elevator is about to reach the top." Ptolemy reminded, "Follow the instructions written on the side, we should press our backs against the wall of the elevator now, and then bend our knees."

"That's not for you." Alexander replied impatiently, "Don't say anything, you haven't really been reborn from history. Although you think you are my right-hand man, you can't help me now. "

He said this to himself. In fact, whether it was Ptolemy or Seleucus, or the other wise men in the Palace of Muses, they had no way to gain new "experiences". They were like people who had lost their minds. They had a deep memory of the distant past, but no memory of what was happening at the moment. They might be able to use their powers of observation to solve some problems, but this would not make them aware of the existence of this modern society. None of them could pass the mirror test. They could not bear to think that the person in the mirror was themselves.

The only exception was Alexander. The inner wall of the elevator was as smooth as the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror. In the mirror, he is very different from his image in history. He wasn't wearing a toga or his iconic bronze armor, he was just wearing casual clothes. He had changed his clothes in the car so that he would be less conspicuous after entering New Antioch.

But despite this, he still retains some key features, such as still wearing a golden laurel tiara on his head. This is to facilitate Ptolemy's identification - to a certain extent, they are not perceiving the light, smell and sound of the outside world, but are perceiving memes. Keeping the symbols that originally belonged to Alexander would allow them to recognize Alexander's identity.

Sometimes he would feel strange to himself in the mirror. Alexander was sometimes afraid of his own strangeness. He was afraid that he might not recognize himself in the mirror, because that meant that he was about to return to history.

But maybe he is complete enough, or his observation ability is strong enough, or simply because of the magic itself, the mirror has never let him down. Just like countless times in the past, my silhouette in the mirror is still clear and my identity is clear.

As a "sage" who has emerged from the Philosopher's Stone, physical damage will not bring irreparable consequences. He was not worried that the elevator he was riding would affect his safety as he climbed to the top.

I guess the elevator is almost reaching the top. He straightened his shirt and tie, and spread his corners slightly to prepare for the impact - however, the impact did not come as expected.

The elevator's needle once again crossed a physical boundary as it moved upward.

"???" With clear self-understanding, Alexander almost immediately realized that a change was occurring. Only this time it wasn't down, but up, up, and up.

The elevator dial was spinning crazily like a fan, already exceeding the height of the Metropolis subway station and even the height of the Empire State Building. If this altitude was actually physically reflected, they would have taken off by now.

However, the completely enclosed elevator blocked the exchange of information between inside and outside, making him unable to see the outside. But even without looking, he knew that there was really a big problem with this elevator - at this moment, his knowledge was further ahead than Shangluo.

Below the ground are several levels of chess. Here, Alexander and Shangluo have the same understanding. But as the elevator gradually rose, Alexander realized that beyond all this, beyond the overall situation he thought he had control of, there was something waiting for him on the first, second, third, and even the atmosphere.

He turned back and asked the automaton girl operating the elevator: "Tell me, what is going on?"

No response. The automaton was the same as before, its white face made of ceramic looked at him like a doll, not intending to make any effective answer.

Alexander just faced her, trying to read more information from her eyes. But he couldn't read any trace of life from the eyes made of crystal beads. They were really just puppets.

However, his doubts did not stay long.

Soon, the elevator began to slow down.

Alexander straightened his tie. He also went behind him and asked for his own toga from Ptolemy. The toga was carried on Ptolemy's back in the form of a box. Fine silk fabrics produce a natural drape, and there are no creases even after folding.

He put his toga back on. No matter who was outside, he would face it directly.

Finally, after an unknown number of turns, the upward elevator finally stopped. The elevator stopped steadily, as if the change just now had not happened at all.

(End of this chapter)