After the Main God Space Goes Bankrupt

But no matter whether it is acquaintances or psychology, the above information that knows you best is based on the fact that in this world, among the vast sea of ​​people, there is only one of you, a unique leaf and snowflake.

What if you were no longer unique leaves and snowflakes?

There are no two identical leaves in the world, nor are there two identical snowflakes. Everyone is unique.

However, in front of Shangshan, there is an identical leaf in this world, an identical snowflake, just behind a tree.

Although the clothes are different, the temperament is different, and the hair is dyed, but the shirt still recognizes this person as himself at a glance... But this is ridiculous to the extreme.

Who is the person who knows you best in this world?

He now has a brand new answer, the one who knows himself best in front of "self" will be himself.

That's right, this person is him, with a sense of familiarity for no reason, telling Shangshan that this person, who looks similar to himself but has a completely different temperament and demeanor, is himself.

"Are you kidding me!" Shangshan roared. "The illusion created by the formation? Huh, give it to me, break—!" The gust of wind began to howl, and the power of the bloodline given by the dragon's blood created an astonishing storm under his single thought.

The violent airflow formed a vortex around him, and then merged with his own primordial skills, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an invincible wind that could tear apart mountains. Press down on that "self".

Even though a woman he was familiar with was sitting slumped on the grass in front of that "self", Shangshan still made a decisive move.

There can only be one self in this world, and there can only be unique leaves and snowflakes. Even if this "self" is really him, he must die!

boom.

Whether it's a tree or a rock, whether it's a woman sitting paralyzed on the grass or a man standing behind a tree, they are all reduced to dust in an instant by the blowing wind.

However, before Killing Judgment's top shirt could fully appreciate the scene after this annoying illusion was torn apart by him, he saw that the scene in front of him was distorted, and everything returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Nothing happened.

"Sure enough... it's the person in the photo."

"What are you talking about? Anyway, come here first."

Only "I" stretched out his hand impatiently, and pulled up Er Nai, who was slumped on the grass, and accidentally cut Er Nai's skirt with a branch.

What is this?

Shangshan stared blankly at "I" making love with his woman in front of my eyes, and in the face of confusion and confusion, I somehow felt that there seemed to be something extra on my head.

"Do you know the grandmother paradox?"

Suddenly, a strange voice rang in his ear.

"Oh, I forgot, with the development trend of the world line you are in, before the grandmother paradox is brought up, it will be aborted early."

Very close, very close... behind.

When the strange voice sounded, Shangshan came back to his senses, and immediately realized the origin of the voice, which was right behind him.

Turning around abruptly, he slapped his upper hand back with a palm, and the shadows of his palms split and overlapped, killing the person behind him who made the sound.

Then, nothing hits.

But it's not that he didn't hit the person, but all the palm strength and palm shadow directly passed through the body of the person behind him.

"Don't be surprised."

Facing the unbelievable gaze of the upper shirt, Xia Lin shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"I'm not in the same dimension as you. Although you can see me and hear my voice, I don't actually exist to you... well, you just think that my existence is just your illusion OK."

"Who are you?" Shangshan's eyes were fixed, purple air scales appeared on his body, and he took a few steps back vigilantly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Xia Lin pointed to the man and woman who were interacting behind him. "The important thing is... who are you? Is the person behind you? If that's you, then who is standing in front of me?"

"..."

Shirt shuddered, a kind of unknown terror grew deep in his heart after Xia Lin's voice fell, he had an illusion, as if his own existence was being bit by bit by something, Bit by bit, it gradually replaced it... No, it's not an illusion.

He looked back at that "self" with a grim expression on his face.

"Have you noticed?"

Xia Lin said in a low tone.

"The same leaf and the same snowflake do not exist in a world, and there is only one unique self...but here comes the question, what if there are two?" Xia Lin continued without waiting for Shangshan to answer. "This is another timeline. There is no Cangxuan Realm, no monks, and no otherworldly powers. You don't have dragon veins, dragon blood, or a body."

"But according to the records of this timeline, Fuutarou Kamizuru is such an ordinary but a bit lucky... person."

"Are you kidding me!" Shangshan turned around and shouted at Xia Lin in panic. "Whoever messes with my mind, kill; whoever messes with my mind, die; whoever disturbs my mind, punish—"

"--die to me!"

die with a sound.

The invisible blade cut through the air, just like the beheading blade swung down by the executioner on the execution platform after the judgment was delivered.

But this intangible and qualityless judgment that endowed all things with death still came to nothing.

"Okay...the last question." Xia Lin raised a finger. "Are you willing to accept an ordinary, ordinary, but a bit lucky life?"

Shirt didn't answer.

Or rather, he didn't know how to answer.

At this moment, a memory emerged in his mind, it was the memory of "myself", a memory of a poor family but studying hard, a memory of being ordinary but having good luck.