[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

There are two kinds of invincibility:

One is because he is too good at being a human being, and no one has conflicts with him. It is said that "the benevolent is invincible".

The other was that his enemies had already been destroyed - and now, Anwen was standing upstream in the timeline, unscrupulously swaying the storm of destruction towards all her enemies.

This is not a situation that the Avengers can handle.

Even Professor X and Magneto are not qualified to step into this battlefield at all.

Even just the aftermath of the space-time change at that time has already made Perfect Apocalypse and Jean Gray disappear.

And Anwen's real attack from the river of time is sweeping away all enemies in an irresistible way:

Long before the most primitive life was born on the earth, in the ocean formed by the liquid methane of Saturn's moon Titan, primitive life has been born in the charged sand and multiplied for countless generations, and today they are about to take a decisive step in the history of evolution —on land.

However, they never expected that what they would encounter after landing on land would be a very vicious heel of a high-heeled shoe.

"Crack..."

The Eternal Clan disappeared into history, and Thanos, who gathered five infinite gems in countless parallel universes, also disappeared into the long river of history at the same time...

Anwen squatted beside a small pond on a desolate planet, watching the most primitive life - bacteria sinking and floating in the scalding liquid trapped by the geothermal heat. Then, she smiled and took out a bottle of disinfectant.

Since the Asgardians have never appeared, naturally they cannot be said to have disappeared...

And the members of the Celestial Group who came to exterminate all enemies of civilization suddenly found that what they were facing was a galaxy-like star

——It is a galaxy composed of countless infinite gems gathered in countless parallel worlds, and it is the embodiment of the most essential laws of the world. Their mere existence is enough to distort everything there.

As enemies disappear one by one, more worlds become her bait.

The multi-layered structure of the world was opened layer by layer in front of Anwen, revealing all the secrets contained in them.

Countless knowledge and secrets were discovered one by one, and countless world rules hidden under those magic and divine powers were revealed.

She wisely avoids those things that are enough to pry the existence of the entire multiverse, and releases goodwill towards those horrible and sacred things hidden in the deepest part of the universe that have long been forgotten by all life, and she keeps moving towards her goal.

Numerous fogs are stripped away, countless futures are screened, meaning and spirit create new possibilities one after another in the probability network.

But when the answer to the IQ of that resume was obtained through countless efforts, Anwen was stunned:

——Become the God of Creation and be loved by all creations. ——

It's not that the answer is too difficult, as long as she thinks now, she can create countless new parallel worlds in this universe at any time, countless worlds where everyone loves her and is willing to give everything for her.

— But can that really be considered happiness? ——

After being omniscient and omnipotent, Anwen was a little confused when faced with the answers he could find among the countless possibilities.

She hesitated endlessly, but seemed to have no hesitation at all. She gave up on this philosophical issue.

For this kind of happiness trouble - the definition of "happiness" can be thought about later.

She has other things to do now...

Anwen set his sights on the last contestant on the river of probability.

——It's time to spend the night in this farce and let you exit. ——

........................

In that small study.

"Ha, not bad."

The old man looked at Tang Xuening who was sitting in front of him with a little surprise.

"It's easy to understand after giving such a hint."

"The essence of a dream is the subconscious activity of the brain. It is the fantasy pursued by the dreamer and the deepest obsession...but it is not real."

The girl was looking curiously at the desk in front of the old man. There was a piece of manuscript paper. Inside the manuscript paper was a group of nebulae that were rotating, and a group of dark shadows were spreading on it——the girl suddenly realized that this was the place where she was just now. world".

"I never thought that the nature of this world is actually like this."

"Well, it's interesting."

The old man tapped the nebula lightly with his hand, and the nebula and the spreading shadow stopped like a TV screen that was paused.

"Yes."

The girl looked at the still nebula on the table and nodded, but then she frowned.

Because in her view, what is born in this world like a probability cloud will only be chaos and not the colorful world.

"But what about those laws, those superpowers, those weird laws of physics?"

"Because that's 'my dream'."

As he spoke, the old man casually picked up a pencil and drew on the manuscript paper, and the swirling nebula turned into a smiling face.

"The world is based on my cognition of the original world, and the laws are modified according to the conditions of my fantasy. For this dream, I am indeed the God of Creation

——Only what I think exists can exist, only changes that I identify with can occur, and I am the beginning and end of all destiny. "

"Is that what happened to those heroes and abilities?"

The girl now feels a little dumbfounded, the world where she and others have been beating their lives for so long is actually such a world of idealism.

But this also explains why in those "original" histories, the heroes are sometimes strong and sometimes weak-because the old man "thinks" they should be like this.

"They are as strong as you think they are. All laws and rules, even space and time, do not exist outside of your cognition..."

"Yes, but that was before you girls ran into my dream and made this dream no longer mine alone."

The old man immediately showed a bitter face, and said helplessly:

"What do you guys have in mind - super technology, mind power, chakra, soul power, etc., these things don't exist here!

So you just came to my dream, and the knowledge you brought made several of my favorite children weak and stupid, and I couldn't bear to watch it like that. "

This time Tang Xuening didn't answer the old man's words, and changed the topic a little guilty, because there is no doubt that the super technology she brought out from Lex had a much greater impact on the world than those chakras and soul power.

"She is really pitiful, she needs happiness in a dream."

She turned her head to look at her side, and the girl who was still in the dream was showing a sweet smile.

"No, maybe she is more in line with the essence of this world. 'Absolute happiness' can only be found in dreams, isn't it?"

Regarding the girl's statement, the old man corrected:

"And she probably subconsciously realized that the kind of 'absolute happiness' she was looking for didn't exist.

Everyone has their own definition of happiness, and she didn't even know the basis of pursuing happiness—what kind of future can truly be called her true happiness, so she did it.

And the saddest thing is that she has enough rationality to perceive the contradiction to some extent, so she is confused.

'A world where everyone loves me' is the ultimate dream of countless girls, but she didn't create that world.

——In your game, she should be the absolute winner, what a pity."

"Yes, it's a pity."

The girl nodded with a complicated expression. Anwen always reminded her of herself a long time ago.

"The most difficult thing for people to understand is themselves..."

"Okay, let's continue with the previous question about the happiness of ordinary people in dreams."

The old man clapped his hands and returned the topic to the question that was interrupted earlier. He picked up the manuscript paper on the table and asked the girl:

"After you know the truth of this world and know all of this, you still think it is necessary to do something for them, no matter their life, appearance or life, everything is our fantasy, their 'freedom' and 'humanity' brilliance 'Is it all an illusion of existence to seek happiness?"

"I don't know if their lives are meaningful, but I understand..."

The girl looked at the old man with a resolute expression, and said word by word:

"They should also at least have the opportunity - the opportunity to be able to control their own destiny."

"Don't you find it contradictory - 'give fantasy a chance to make itself real'?"

The old man was a little puzzled.

"No, of course it can be done."

The girl looked at the old man with a smile and said in a meaningful tone.

"It's enough for you to close your eyes for a while. During this time, I will be responsible for perfecting the foundation of this world. A world with a strong enough underlying structure may not be able to give birth to the various worlds in your original dream." heroes, but it definitely gives those 'mortals' a chance."

"I always thought you'd mess up my dreams!"

The old man always had a bad feeling when he looked at the smiling girl.

"You don't even care about nightmares and you still care about this?"

The girl tilted her head and asked back.

"But I think a dream that is the same as the real world is more terrifying than a pure nightmare."

"It's just one of your endless dreams anyway, isn't it?"

The girl smiled like a fox, and she was selling her ideas to the old man like those salesmen:

"Don't you wonder what the heroes you create will encounter in a world where the rules are close to reality?"

Then, the room fell into a long silence.

"...Well, you convinced me."

Finally, the old man nodded.

But he immediately pointed to the side of the girl with a smile on his face, and said with an expression of "it's not a big deal to watch the excitement":

"But then it's your own problem—besides you and me, there are other observers in that dream."

"Does that mean I need to win over this girl who now 'thinks' she knows everything?"

The girl smiled strangely, and threw a knife in her backhand straight to Anwen's neck.

"Yes, and I won't allow you to hurt her 'here'."

The girl's hand knife was blocked by an invisible barrier a few millimeters away from Anwen's throat. Even if they were both observers of the dream world, there was still a difference in authority. As the creator, the old man undoubtedly had the highest authority.

"In the 'inside' your situation is not a second. In the current situation, you only have a moment to make her 'believe' that you are stronger than her, and you are irresistible. What do you think you should do?" "

………………

The moment Anwen's blow that was enough to shake the underlying laws of the whole world touched Tang Xuening's body.

She noticed that the girl was showing herself a confident smile.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the World Cup was cut into intervals with completely different time flows.

The rules of time and space exhibit the most chaotic nature in it.

Anwen sneered in his heart. This kind of behavior like full-frequency interference could only be regarded as a dying struggle at best, and it could only delay his exit for a moment.

But this moment is enough.

Tang Xuening slowly raised a finger in front of Anwen, and said lightly:

"First, let there be light!"

The author has something to say: It's so hot today, I feel like I'm smoking when I get home from work...