[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

God said: Let there be light, and there will be light.

--"Bible"

Following Tang Xuening's words, the whiteness without a light source enveloped everything.

Whether it's the battle that seems to tear apart the space and shake the entire multiverse, the heroes who are being defeated by the attack from the upper reaches of time, or the world of probability that is becoming more and more weird and indescribable, Even the river of time is now completely shrouded in pure white.

In fact, it's not just "shrouding", it's more like the "covering" in the computer - because in Anwen's perception, everything disappeared, the magnificent parallel universe and even the time they passed with each other. The traces have all disappeared in this indescribable whiteness now.

It seemed that only the girl and Anwen were left in the world in an almost frozen posture in this space.

"what have you done?"

Along with the parallel space of hours, the "Goddess of the Night" like an infinitely spreading hell of rotten meat also disappeared in the endless universe. Omniscient and omnipotent are no longer there, and even the giants in the world of probability have disappeared. Anwen returned to "mortal".

Feeling the rapidly passing power, feeling the countless incarnations that disappeared in time and parallel universes, Anwen "stands" in the pure white void, looking around and asking.

"Is this your true strength?"

"Please be quiet now, I am creating the world."

The girl smiled slightly, and Anwen disappeared as if teleporting, and then reappeared ten steps away from the girl.

But at this moment, the pure black that also has no source divides the whole world into two halves, black and white, from the very center between the two.

It is not light and dark, neither good nor evil, it is the purity beyond the meaning given to them by human beings—that is the concept of opposition and conflict that represents everything.

"Why do you only think of stopping me now when you have such power?"

Even in the face of such a scene, Anwen was not surprised at all, she just asked calmly.

"Is it your bad taste?"

While speaking, the line separating black and white became softer, curved surfaces and arcs replaced the simple straight line, and in the black half-spin, the white under Anwen's feet formed the black half-spin of the white under the girl's feet. A stark contrast.

When the yin-yang fish under the two people's feet was born in a shape that was enough for them to recognize, black and white began to spin.

That represents change—contradictions and cycles bring about change, and change is the ultimate goal that the girl gave to this newborn universe.

All things are born in response to changes, and die in response to changes. In the constant alternation of old and new, the world gradually becomes richer.

"No, at least until 'just now', you do have the ability to easily defeat me."

As if the current "Creation/World" had come to an end, the girl shook her head at Anwen and answered her question.

"...Did you go to Stan Lee?"

After being slightly taken aback, Anwen found the source of the girl's "power of creation".

Although in a sense, this answer is indeed correct.

The yin-yang fish gradually became blurred in the high-speed rotation.

The clear boundary between black and white disappears, and black and white seem to melt together, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

What the world is showing in the eyes of the two of them at this moment is only a piece of gray—or say: chaos.

But the chaos didn't last forever, the girl stretched out her arms with a smile.

"Snapped."

It was a snap of the fingers.

Then, there was a flash of light that was extremely dazzling, but not at all lethal. When Anwen was able to see things again, what surrounded the girl and her was already an indescribable multidimensional universe picture in human's barren language:

Countless large piles of "pipes" that bend, extend, and intertwine in irregular shapes seem to be changing endlessly, but nothing seems to be unchanged. Their extension and expansion seem to be completely random, but there seems to be some kind of The strange rhythm and such contradictory cognition made everyone who saw it feel dizzy.

The new eleven-dimensional space was displayed in front of the two of them in the most intuitive way.

"In order to prevent any uncontrollable accidents, I tried to avoid direct contact with him.

Also, compared to those heroes, it is much more cost-effective to attack a Chuang/Shishen.

But winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists..."

Anwen relaxed here now, she no longer had the slightest guard against the girl, but began to appreciate the beautiful scenery when the "universe first opened".

The final outcome of this "show" is now clear.

"Mind if I take a closer look? It's a truly rare spectacle..."

"It's really a rare good state of mind to be able to take it and let it go."

The girl expressed emotion at Anwen's current performance.

"So is it my turn to ask a few questions?"

"Please."

"Why are you on this show?"

The girl asked with a puzzled expression.

"Hehe... I was stupid enough at that time..."

After Anwen laughed in a low voice as if mocking himself, he raised his head and looked at the indescribable, but indeed incomparably magnificent new world, answering the girl's question as if talking to himself.

"I joined this show to find the happiness that I thought I could only find in those anime worlds."

In the short time between the two of them talking, among the endless possibilities, "life" far beyond the scope of human understanding appeared, a high-dimensional "civilization" that was very different from human civilization was born, and the world gradually became noisy—and then , perhaps because of differences in ideas, perhaps because of conflicting interests.

In that instant, war emerged.

The newborns who mastered the mystery of the highest dimension of the universe did not hesitate at all, and used all their power to fight each other.

Under the impact of that force, the world with eleven dimensions "collapsed", and countless "fragments" slowly disappeared into the void and turned into various strange structures, while some "things" that Anwen knew were in the high dimension. Collapsing, Curl was born at the same time as it retreated into the microcosmic range—that is the trajectory of things, that is the fragments of high-dimensional rules that can be recognized by low-dimensional life, and that is the root that gives meaning to everything in human perception : It is called time by humans.

"So did you find it?"

the girl asked.

"Ask the truth - people love the Tatars just so they don't love their neighbours."

Anwen glanced at the girl angrily, and then continued:

"But really being part of it, being around people I'd never dreamed of before, I found out..."

"In that world, those characters are not what you think, are they?

Happiness is not a simple thing that can be obtained by changing the environment and identity. The longing in the past is only the beauty brought by the distance, and what you see when you are by their side is the truth. "

The girl took up Anwen's words, then she shrugged under Anwen's surprised gaze, and explained lightly:

"Don't be surprised, that was a very painful understanding—although my understanding was achieved through constant struggle..."

"It seems that you are also a person with a story."

After hearing the girl's answer, Anwen asked with a smile:

"Could you share your tragic experience for me to have a good laugh?"

"Of course... not."

In a crazy world, you have to be equally crazy to survive.

When those powerful civilizations collapsed the spatial structure time and time again and lowered the macroscopic spatial dimension in order to win, there was no room for any pacifist civilization to survive.

Although everyone understands that if the war continues like this, the result will be annihilation, but no civilization chooses to sacrifice itself to protect the universe. Maybe there are such civilizations in the early stage, but when the war progresses to the later stage, this civilization has long since died. Absolutely.

The war between civilizations in that "new universe" intensified, and the stable structure of the entire universe was constantly shattered by the frenzied and destructive dimensional weapon attacks of the two warring parties. Now, around the two of them, there is a person they are very familiar with, A splendid three-dimensional universe has been born.

— but the war has not stopped. ——

"Do you miss the original world?"

The girl asked her next question.

Anwen froze at Tang Xuening's sudden question.

"You mean that... my father always said things that sound long-winded and annoying, my mother always secretly urged me to study and life-long events, and the head teacher of the department in my university who was not in charge all the time, The world of roommates who like to gossip in the dorm all the time?"

Although Anwen's tone was full of non-cutting, the tears in the corners of her eyes could not fool anyone.

"I never thought that I would have such a nostalgic day. I never thought that those memories that were originally unbearable were so lovely, and it was I who chose to escape from there."

"People in the city want to get out, and people outside the city want to come in—what you don't get is the best."

The girl asked suddenly after making a conclusion lightly.

"So, do you want to leave the show?"

The ultimate war that lasted from the birth of the universe to the end has finally come to an end.

Each civilization "fully demonstrated their unyielding will" and "demonstrated the brilliance of their civilization", gritted their teeth, and continued the war from the beginning of civilization to the end of the universe.

The current universe is completely fragmented, and only the light distortion brought about by gravity is still telling the outside world about its existence.

Then, the final one-dimensional war broke out, and in the constant flashes of the void, all the existence between the two was shattered.

There are only a few flickering faint lights floating aimlessly in the fragmented void—that is, countless civilizations have adopted various space division techniques at the last moment to create a small "small" that is independent of the universe. refuge".

It is the last trace of this universe to prove its existence.

The world returned to the gray chaos, and the girl's first creation ended in a result of not knowing whether to say it was a big success or a big failure.

"Sorry, as a newcomer trying to create a world for the first time, it is inevitable that I will make some small mistakes..."

The girl pursed her mouth at such a result, and said with some embarrassment.

"..."

But Anwen no longer cared about the success or failure of the girl's creation/world creation.

She stood there quietly, recalling the scene just now over and over again to make sure she heard correctly.

After a long time, she asked with hesitation and determination:

"Are you sure you can do it?"

"No, of course I can't.

Even now, I can't understand the technology and principles that allow us to travel through various worlds, let alone reverse-engineer them. "

Sure enough, the girl caught Anwen's unfriendly gaze.

But the girl raised her hands indifferently, and the chaos surrounding the two of them seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, forming a cycle between everything and chaos around her like a ring.

"But look, don't I happen to have the authority to create the world now?"

"What do you want to do?"

Anwen asked with a serious expression.

"Mismatches the meaning of this show we're a part of."

The author has something to say: yesterday I don't know if it was because the air conditioner made my stomach cold or if I ate something bad, my stomach hurt all the time.

I got better after taking the medicine today, but my condition is still very bad, I'm sorry...

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