Human dimension reduction

The obituary of the death of young game planner Qiao Zhou was published by his sister Qiao Wan on the homepage of Qiao Zhou's studio, which caused a shock in the game circle, but no strangers were invited to attend his funeral and cremation. With the identity of a colleague during that short period of time, he shamelessly took a seat. The scale of the memorial service was small, more like a small intimate gathering of relatives and friends. Shao Xinglan didn't know anyone in it, so he just politely said to Qiao Wan Sadly, I looked at the remains of the deceased for a moment——

This is his real purpose.

From the moment he heard the news of Qiao Zhou's death, Shao Xinglan felt that it was absurd. No matter from what point of view, Qiao Zhou didn't seem like a person who could match the words "died young". , especially because he still has unclear connections with those black hole monsters.

Shao Xinglan brought himself into the other party and thought about it. He thought that as long as Qiao Zhou was willing, he might be able to live to see off a whole generation. After all, who knows if those monsters have any special props in their hands. Toddler status, but even so, they have discovered some supernatural abilities with the function of extending life.

But Qiao Zhou just died like this, without any signs, without any special events——Shao ​​Xinglan frowned unbearably. The explanation given by the hospital was that he committed suicide, and the long-term mental illness brought him great pain. The pain caused physical lesions at the same time. When he fell ill again, he finally grabbed the carving knife on the desk and sent it into his heart.

The strike was clean and neat, without any hesitation, and the area around the wound was very clean, which shows that he was determined to die in his heart when he struck.

Yes, this is it.

Shao Xinglan thought, it's too unreasonable, the long-term mental illness brought great pain to Qiao Zhou?He admitted that he didn't have that kind of disease, so it was difficult to put himself in the other person's place to understand, but... He recalled the last time he saw Qiao Zhou again, and then went back to those few meetings again and again.

That is a person who is very similar to himself, with the arrogance that wants to control everything, hates "accidents" and "surprises", and paranoidly wants the whole world to follow his own logic. Such a person, will Overwhelmed by mental illness and choosing to end your own life?

Wouldn't that be tantamount to surrendering to fate?

Shao Xinglan just assumed that he made such a choice, and he was already feeling terribly uncomfortable, and after bringing it into Qiao Zhou's face, he wanted to laugh out loud even more inappropriately.

So Shao Xinglan had to suspect that Qiao Zhou had faked his death, and wanted to use this opportunity to do something big——

So he came to this secret memorial service recklessly with his extremely disrespectful speculation on the deceased and the idea of ​​"maintaining world peace". He wanted to see with his own eyes what tricks that person he had never seen through .

The mortician carefully modified the face of the deceased. The young man lying in the white bouquet looks like a living person. His complexion is fair, with the light rosy color of a living person, his lips are vivid, and his eyelashes are black. Taking a nap on the shade bench, waiting for someone to gently wake him up.

Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Shao Xinglan quickly touched Qiao Zhou's wrist. The person who had been dead for a while was cold all over, could not feel his pulse, and could not find any signs of fraud in his body.

Shao Xinglan stared at him blankly, falling into an incredible vortex of thinking.

Qiao Zhou...is he really dead?How can it be?Without any struggle, without any notice, he bid farewell to this world so easily and abruptly? !

...This kind of dramatic behavior, after careful consideration, is actually a bit Qiao Zhou's style.

Shao Xinglan took a step back, and stared at the black and white portrait of the deceased in front of him with unclear eyes for a moment.

Qiao Zhou doesn't like to take pictures. This photo was taken by Qiao Wan from his college graduation photo. The young man on the photo curled up his lips slightly and stared out of the picture with an indescribable sense of power in his eyes, which is a kind of self-confidence The determination to control everything in his own hands is conveyed through his warm and calm eyes. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a person who would commit suicide.

But... Maybe fate is so impermanent, it loves to break the tough and powerful soul, and then reaps the fallen gems with satisfaction.

Shao Xinglan looked at the young man on the portrait with pity for a while, bowed slightly to the deceased, turned around and left here quietly.

Qiao Wan, who wore a black veil on her arm, sat aside with her eyes downcast under the comfort of several friends. Her face was pale, her eye sockets were swollen, and she looked very haggard.

After Shao Xinglan turned around, she raised her drooping eyelashes silently, her weightless gaze stuck to his back like a spider web, watching him quietly disappearing through the doorway through the gap between the movement of the crowd.

"...Maybe for Qiao Zhou, it's still a relief. Don't be sad, you haven't slept for a few days..." The voice of her friend flooded into her ears again. With a smile: "I know, he just went to another place."

"Yeah yeah……"

They only thought it was Qiao Wan's self-consolation when she was overly sad, and hurriedly agreed, Qiao Wan listened silently.

As the only relative in the world who is connected with Qiao Zhou's blood, Qiao Wan didn't feel any sadness in her heart, and she wasn't trying to comfort herself. A weird almost instinctive female intuition told her that Qiao Zhou was not dead, even though she saw his dead body , but Qiao Wan still blindly and stubbornly believed that Qiao Zhou was definitely not dead, he just left this body—saying this would definitely be regarded as crazy, so Qiao Wan didn't tell anyone this intuition.

He just went to a place she didn't know, so... well, this world is not suitable for him, his birth can't be chosen by himself, and no one can get close to him and understand him. They are blood relatives, but they can live together Like a stranger in the same family, maybe this time he can choose for himself a world that is tolerant enough for him and allows him to express himself calmly.

Qiao Wan bowed to the funeral home staff who came to carry the corpse. Watching them take away her younger brother, she suddenly felt an unprecedented peace in her heart.

Ah Zhou, if you can hear me, my brother, I hope you can find everything you want on your way to the new world. This is the only blessing your sister can give you.

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How does this world work?

Qiao Zhou has been thinking about this issue for countless days and nights. The creations in the works are eager to come to the advanced world and complete the "dimension enhancement" of themselves. This should be the instinct of every creature that wants to evolve. Qiao Zhou thinks that he can't do it either. To escape such a desire, so in his opinion, there are only two best ways out for him.

One is to find a way to upgrade yourself, that is, to become a creature at the same level as the Earth online programmers. This path is a bit like a nesting doll, because it will inevitably produce a series of problems, for example... the Earth online programmers Is the world created by someone else?It sounds like he will soon be caught in an endless game of breaking through levels. Although this game will definitely have an ending, Qiao Zhou is already tired of those boring and monotonous repetitive processes just by imagining it.

And the other way is to choose a closed-loop world and let yourself enter it, then it will belong to him completely like a ripe fruit detached from its branches.

A world of its own!Created by him from beginning to end, belonging to his dream country!

What a wonderful, crazy, bold idea!

When they all want to ascend the dimension and come here to spy on the scenery of the higher world, there is actually a guy with a brain circuit different from ordinary people who wants to lower himself in order to "completely control himself" and "look at the things he created." What is the world like?"

"Spiritual Invasion", which was completely created by him, is his best destination. This world that he has carved and polished bit by bit is like a sweet and sweet fruit. When he thinks that after he dies, this world will probably be destroyed. Ascending the dimension, being peeped and occupied by many messy people——

Qiao Zhou couldn't suppress the violent desire to destroy in his heart.

This is his stuff.

Laura Wynn's death is like a door, linking the two worlds, allowing them to awaken their self-awareness and have a way to ascend the dimension, then if he enters that world first and completely blocks this door, Without the creator's "Spiritual Invasion", it would be impossible to successfully ascend the dimension. He will use his own corpse as nutrients to feed this huge country, let them wake up, grow, and then——

Be independent from everything and be a truly free world.

If he succeeds, he will get his wish. Even if he fails, the worst thing is that he dies like this, so what, all attempts have their own value, and death is just an inevitable ending for everyone. It's such an insignificant price to pay.

Now, he wants to say that it doesn't feel good to be swept by a storm, the silent howling wind—the turbulence from nowhere, it is like a big hand, throwing the soft human body up and down wantonly, the bones are hitting The medium became finer than milk powder, the strong centrifugal force rolled the muscles into a pile of mud, and the skin firmly wrapped the pile of mud for a while, but it didn't last longer, he didn't know that this happened exactly The scene was still his fantasy in the extreme pain. He seemed to see himself turned into a puddle of mud, splashing blood in the chaotic and dark world. Countless upside-down worlds whizzed away from him like broken pieces of glass. However, he ruthlessly licked away the sticky flesh and blood on his body.

He seems to have fallen into an overabundant kaleidoscope of fragrant piglets, all kinds of wandering and flying debris cheered and swarmed towards where he came from, like ants nibbling a piece of sweet bread, only he went against the current , so the increasingly powerful oppressive force crushed him into something he couldn't tell what it was.

In the pain enough to drive even the most powerful person mad, he tore at the vocal cords that had long since disappeared, and vaguely saw the faint blue light belonging to the undertaker's lantern, which shrouded him and was isolated for a moment The sharp turbulent flow followed by collapse in the darkness, and then the queen who appeared put the lavender Alice on the body of the deceased whose original appearance could not be recognized. The flowers began to wither and scatter the moment they were separated from her fingers. The queen's The figure also disappeared.

The brilliant blond hair of the little king and the young duke flashed away in the darkness, and before the eunuch with long hair had time to hum his favorite opera, Danqing made the book in his hand swept away by the turbulence...

Figures appeared one after another, and then collapsed in the violent torrent at a faster speed, but every time a person appeared, the storm that hit Qiao Zhou's body would be suspended for a moment. The last bit of confusion of the deceased's sanity was preserved.

The mad doctor with a cane appeared behind the mermaid, his long silver hair seemed to be glowing slightly in the extreme darkness, his hands in white gloves lightly circled the hideous corpse of the dead - faded the handsome The face, it was nothing more than a puddle of mud mixed with bones and muscles.

But his movements were gentle and lingering, more gentle than caressing a newborn rose, as if he could glimpse the shadow of the innocent and romantic young nobleman who grew up in the prince's palace over the years.

"May your trip come true."

The whispers that could not be delivered to the ears of the dead were swept to an unknown country by turbulent currents. With this last help, the dead gods arrived in their own world.

In the silence, he opened his eyes, and the world, as stagnant as a print, began to revive. Everything made up of pixel squares was transformed into high-definition at an extremely fast speed, and vivid smiles appeared on the faces of people who repeated monotonous dialogues, and they stopped on the branches. The birds in the background chirp in low tones, the ever-flowing lake rushes forward, the ocean finally rolls up with huge waves, the sun rises from the abyss, and the giant blue whale calls for a new life——

The world gave a grand tribute to the arrival of their gods.

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People are muddled, people are crazy;

The world is broken, the world is full of lies;

Infinite floating dreams are endless,

I am the only real country.

——"The Book of Truth·Creation God"

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The author has something to say:

Open ending, recycling copywriting!I feel like I can write another long novel with this ending, and the title of the book is "As a God of Creation, Things About Me in Another World", hahahahahaha...

The extra episode is about Qiao Zhou’s stories in the new world, some daily journals, about how to establish a rule system for a new world, the work and life of the Chuangshi God [Yes, even the Chuangshi God can’t escape social animals destiny! 】Also known as "How to Reject the Creation's Courtship as a Father God", they are all relaxed and happy cookies-who said I can't write brainless happy cookies!I want to stand up and prove myself!