Quadruple split

Ruvi Fizzlebank, the chief engineer of Tianzhu Mountain and the greatest craftsman in the current world view in Mo Tan's cognition, once clearly stated that there is no so-called "Theory of Relativity" in this world.

Lu Wei also said that given the considerable differences in the core laws and physical systems of the two worlds, even if the amazing genius named Albert Einstein was a native of the Realm of Innocence, he would never be able to come up with such a thing.

Of course, not being able to come up with the "Theory of Relativity" is one thing. Master Lu has also said that if he had the same resources and lifespan, Albert Einstein, a native of the Realm of Innocence, would also become a monument and achieve achievements no less than his own.

But then again, even though relativity does not exist in this world, it does not mean that some concepts in relativity are not applicable to this world.

Take Mo Tan for example. When he was alone with Yu Chen outside the game, he felt that time was flowing faster. The most exaggerated time was when he felt that they had only exchanged a few words, and the romantic sunset outside the window was quietly replaced by an even more romantic and beautiful starry sky.

Similarly, when Priest Black Brahma and Saint Forgotten were together in the Realm of Innocence, whether in the City of Light, Misha County or Academy City, everything around them seemed to be accelerated to an absurd speed.

On the other hand, in the ancient ruins not long ago, the Paw Patrol, who was trying their best to race against time, felt that time was stretched to an extremely long time, as if the interval between each heartbeat was almost measured in hours, especially after the experimental subject was blasted back into the ruins by Cordova at the risk of his life, within less than a second, until the long-abandoned research base and its research subjects were successfully exiled, time almost inflated to a maddening level.

At least at that moment, neither Mo Tan, Ji Xiaoge nor other people around them felt that the phrase "days seem like years" had any exaggeration in it.

In other words——

"Happy times are always short, but painful times tend to be extra long."

Mo Tan opened his arms as if he was giving a speech, but his tone was unexpectedly calm and indifferent: "To be honest, in my opinion, hundreds of centuries are indeed long, but they are just the time it takes for a few generations of pure-blooded elves to grow old and die. But for you, these hundreds of centuries of torture are far from being quantified by simple numbers."

Hogel shook his head: "It's meaningless to say this now. Soon, it will all be over."

“Perhaps the first ten years will be the real ten years for you.”

Mo Tan ignored him and continued to talk to himself: "After all, you are all determined lunatics, irrational lunatics, but it is rare among intelligent beings to be able to easily give up your life for your beliefs. Let alone ten years, even fighting in this endless nightmare for twenty, fifty, or a hundred years is not a problem."

“…”

"But one day, you will find that this nightmare becomes increasingly distorted and prolonged. You will lose your sense of time. Perhaps a nightmare of one day will cause you to suffer for a year, ten years, or even a hundred years. So far, congratulations, your clear sentence that ended today has become eternal."

“…”

"And now, it is after 'eternity'."

“…”

"I am sure that you are the first person to be completely devoured by despair and madness, Mr. Hogel. Because you who hold the 'key' are different from others, not only can you not rest for even a minute, but you can even see the 'hope' called betrayal."

“…”

“…”

"You deserve an award, an award beyond glory, an award worthy of this nightmare!"

Mo Tan walked slowly towards Hogel, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "For example, as the opposite of nightmare, there is also a beautiful dream that can exist in this [False Dream]. "

For some reason, as the only one among the three people present whose SAN value was almost zero, Hogel actually took a half step back under Mo Tan's gaze: "What... do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that, in addition to thinking that my relationship with Monica Stewart shouldn't end like this, I also think that you deserve a better ending."

Mo Tan stood in front of Hogel, looking up at the tall man who was more than a head taller than him: "I briefly 'possessed' this dreamland, and I know very well that this unique inherent barrier has potential far beyond a 'cage'. For example..."

At this point, Mo Tan, who had completely mastered the topic, finally stopped laying the groundwork and unfolded his plan to Hogel and Bingzhu.

First of all, all the prerequisites have been met now, that is, "all those trapped in the [False Final Dream] except the Lord of Arms and Hogel are swallowed up by the dream."

This is the most critical step and also the most difficult to achieve.

Because according to Mo Tan's calculations, although ordinary people will forget their own existence after dying here a few times and then be assimilated by the Final Dream, both the Eastern Expedition Army and the God-Destroying Society, their members are all the most determined combat forces in their respective camps and have extremely strong wills. Although there are still many people who are fortunate enough to "die" in the long years past, most people have been desensitized after countless deaths and rebirths. Not only is their existence fading slower and slower, but their souls are also becoming stronger and stronger.

If [The False End of the Dream] is compared to a furnace, then under normal circumstances, although the members of the God-Destroying Society and the Eastern Expedition Army will slowly melt in the scorching heat, the whole process will take an extremely long time. However, when they "die" at the bottom of the dream, it will be like being thrown directly into the flames, skipping the "scorching" process and being directly burned by the most intense high temperature.

Now, after all the trapped people except the Lord of Arms and Hogel were burned to death, this out-of-control inherent barrier immediately became stronger as if it had absorbed a large amount of nutrients, but it was unable to destroy itself because it had not yet achieved its original purpose.

In the above situation, the person with the identity of "dreamer" can not only further control this inherent barrier, but also can look through the dreams of those "dead people", and even preserve their complete existence after being instantly burned and integrated into this inherent barrier.

The example given by Mo Tan is that this dream is now like a giant dragon. Although this dragon has just swallowed a large number of charlatans and crazy people in one gulp, because it swallowed them directly, those charlatans and crazy people who fell into its stomach did not die immediately. Under this premise, if the dragon protects its food in time and consciously, those beings who are indeed "integrated" with it to some extent will not die.

"Not only that~"

Mo Tan smiled slyly, raised his finger and pointed at Hogel and whispered: "As the 'brain' of this dragon, you can not only turn its stomach into a hotbed for them, but you can even weave dreams for them that are not enough to soothe their past torture, but are better than direct death."

“That’s ridiculous.”

Hogel frowned and said in a deep voice: "What you said is simply impossible..."

"It's possible, man. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself since I've 'taken back' the authority."

Mo Tan interrupted the other person lazily and said leisurely: "Then you will find that you can even read the memories of those souls. I think this is a good thing. After all, it will be more conducive to weaving targeted dreams. What do you think, Lord Bing?"

"Compared to these, I am more interested in the fact that you, Mr. Tan Mo, were able to fully master this inherent barrier in just ten minutes and develop its usage to the extreme."

The old man who had been silent for a while, suddenly smiled when Mo Tan called him out, and said slowly in his unique, intellectual and gentle tone, not at all like the leader of an extremist organization: "In fact, I am becoming more and more interested in your plan."

“Wait…wait a minute!”

Hogel, who had just confirmed that what Mo Tan said was true but with a somewhat stiff expression, clenched his teeth and said, "Don't talk to yourself there, I..."

"Just listen to me patiently, buddy. I'm going to keep it short this time and give your little brain enough time to think."

Mo Tan interrupted Hogel again, and then stated at a slightly faster pace than before: "In my plan, the authority in this dream will be split into three parts. Don't show that expression. This is of course possible. To put it bluntly, if I had the highest authority in this inherent barrier of a dead master for as long as you did, I would be able to kill the old man Bingzhu and his men in two months at most."

The soldier who was called for no reason shrugged his shoulders and said nothing happily.

Hogel ignored Mo Tan's ridicule and just snorted without comment.

"You must keep a copy of the dreamer's authority for yourself. This is beyond doubt."

Mo Tan raised his hand and patted Hogel's breastplate, and said lightly: "For the second copy, I want you to give it to Monica Stewart."

Even when Hogel heard that he was asked to delegate authority, he did not reject the proposal on the spot. He just asked Mo Tan concisely, "Why?"

"The reason is that you are the one who needs to relax and have sweet dreams the most. While you are enjoying your rest, Monica will maintain this place as a 'dreamer', maintain your connection with the outside world, weave the dreams you desire in your hearts, and ensure that no one will be 'digested' quietly."

Mo Tan gave the answer he had prepared without hesitation, and said seriously: "She will be the 'administrator' here, and without your and the other person's consent, she is not qualified to do anything other than observation, communication and maintenance without full authority."

Hogel narrowed his eyes and asked again: "So, the last permission is yours?"

"It's a pity that if everything goes well, I, a 'living person', will not be able to become a dreamer. Not only that, when we return to the outside world, if a waste like me with only high-level strength attempts to control the inherent barrier with an independent set of rules, the best result will be death on the spot."

Mo Tan shrugged, then raised his hand and pointed at someone: "The person who holds the last permission is him."

Considering that Mo Tan did not bring Monica down, that person could only be——

"Master of Arms?!"

Hogel laughed in anger and said coldly: "Do you think I will agree? To let this heretic get his hands on the last legacy left to us by the Chief Judge?"

"Why not?"

Mo Tan also laughed and said leisurely, "Not long ago, you were still chatting happily with this bald heretic, but the legacy left by your chief judge has made you all experience despair and torture for a long time that is outrageous."

The Lord of Soldiers: "...I'm not bald, I just find it too troublesome to take care of my hair."

"Okay, Baldy."

Mo Tan responded casually, then turned to Hogel again and asked, "So, what do you think?"

"Give me a reason."

Hogel tried hard to forget the pain that this [False Dream] brought to himself and his comrades, and said in a deep voice: "Give me a reason why the Lord of Arms must have a part of the authority over this dream."

Mo Tan thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Hogel: “?”

The soldier leader: “?”

After a long while, Hogel came back to his senses from his daze and took a deep breath. He said to Mo Tan in a deep voice: "So, this is just a ridiculous farce?"

"How could that be? I just really don't know."

Mo Tan shook his head innocently and said briskly, "In fact, I am also very curious about how the old master will bring everyone back to the world."

Hogel immediately turned to look at the Bingzhu and asked in a deep voice, "What does he mean? Your Excellency Bingzhu."

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too."

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Tan, chuckling, "What do you mean, Brother Tan Mo?"

Mo Tan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at the old man with eyes like two inorganic mirrors, clearly reflecting the latter's figure: "What I mean is, although I don't know how to completely realize the nonsense I just said, you must have a clue, right?"

“Interesting, interesting.”

The dwarf old man looked at himself in Mo Tan's eyes, and laughed heartily, which was rare for him to show his joy. Then his eyes slightly fixed -

"You are quite good at ordering people around."

Chapter 2473: End