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The World Tree provides space for these stories to be stored, so that there will be enough dramatic memory lenses available in the end to complete the ultimate book of the universe.

A story is a stack of bricks.

"So your goal is not to snatch these books, but to..." Su Mingan looked at the raging fire: "...burn them."

The choice of the Lord of the World is destruction.

"In my eyes, a manipulated story, a book of the universe where everything is solidified and has no freedom, is better to be destroyed than to wait for it to be formed." The Lord of the World covered his face and laughed, "I am tired of Poincare recurrence, I am tired of being observed, and I am tired of narrative anchors. I just want to destroy everything, liberate all stories, and let them return to chaos. From now on, there will be no more distant eyes like the Supreme Lord that can peek at us."

He could not accept a book of the universe in which everything was fixed and perfect. In his eyes, repeating the same perfection forever was no different from being dead.

Either we gain freedom, or we perish together.

He stared at Su Ming'an like a ghost, praying for only one of two answers.

"...You are really crazy." This was the only evaluation Su Mingan could give.

"Didn't I convince you?"

"We have never been one kind of people. Freedom is not unlimited freedom."

"Hmm... yes, that's true. There is no one in this world who is the same as me, and you are the same, haha, hahahahaha...!" The purple-haired young man laughed like crazy, as if he heard the sound of something breaking.

He originally thought that Su Mingan could understand him.

"Never, Su Wenjun."

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Ran Bo sat on the ground in a daze.

After the explosion, he was covered in blood and flesh, and a white Isha flower fell lightly into his palm.

"Liu...Liu Yan?" he called softly.

No one responded to him.

The fragments of flesh and blood lay quietly on the ground, as if mocking his contempt for science.

Which is more important, safety or truth?

It seems that there is an answer to why Si Que revised his research and stopped him from continuing his research.

There were clearly no mistakes in the experiment, but an unexpected explosion took away everyone around him.

A ball of white gelatinous substance floats in the air.

God, the Supreme Being, the Man-Made Lin Clan, the Ruler of the World... whatever you want to call him. This floating mass is the most powerful thing created by Ran Bo himself.

It opened its eyes.

Looking at this world coldly and calmly.