Chapter 282 Debate
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Get to the point, I don't have time to waste with you."
He Yu raised his hand, and countless lines coalesced into the shape of a dagger. He swung it forward expressionlessly—there was no brutal scene of blood splattering, only a few light gray fragments, like a newly created layer, appeared on the opponent's throat, and then began to recombine—a scratch could be faintly seen wriggling.
"I won't kill you, but if you lied to me."
"Then prepare to embark on an adventure into the binary world."
Sergio shook his head and sighed, "That kind of threat is useless against me. Of course I know you can do that, but... it's pointless."
He did indeed break the fourth wall and, through the power of destiny, foresee what the future would bring. But that was far from enough. Even at this level of transcendence, Sergio was merely hovering at the level of "seeing," unable to forcibly alter its essence.
Just like the macroscopic future that Gu Heng observed—the total annihilation outcome he saw that ultimately evolved from countless nodes—it was also recorded in the laws of destiny but had not yet occurred. Both possessed a certain degree of ability to control the will of this universe—time manipulation—but had no way to interfere much, only to avoid it.
But He Yu is different.
In Sergio's words, he is in a contradictory state—he neither belongs to this entire multiverse network, nor can he become a prisoner of fate in an instant.
"After I died, I was trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation."
"It was a space without any conceptual matter—it contained the entire lives of all the characters trapped within the fourth wall, and it took me hundreds of thousands of years... to figure out what 659 was up to."
"Honestly, that was fucking insane."
"Can you imagine that everything you've experienced, everything you've said, everything you've done, the people you've killed, was all planned step by step by it?"
"Like all perfectly crafted protagonists, you are fearless and insane about death. But in some ways, you are just as foolish and weak as they are."
“I know you have also glimpsed the end of all things—Li Lin wants to create a country without any suffering, oppression, or exploitation, and even without any taboos.”
"But that's impossible."
"Because this world... the setting of this book is a swamp of despair where everyone wants to commit suicide."
Sergio said so.
"interesting."
"From your perspective, those words you just said are also a kind of judgmental thinking; they are all predetermined outcomes."
"This creates a paradox."
“I can completely disregard everything you say.”
"As you said—what I'm going to do is the same as the arguments you just made. They are meaningless; they are just pre-set products of thought."
"And you, you claim to have jumped over the fourth wall, yet you still can't interfere with the entire plot."
"I have a feeling."
"You're fucking bluffing me."
Sergio watched as He Yu imbued all the properties he had absorbed into his hand. In an instant, strange sights such as boiling flesh, mottled light spots, and flowing data alternated in his hand.
An immense sense of oppression arose spontaneously.
Sergio simply pulled out a fountain pen that was already leaking ink from his pocket. He showed no dissatisfaction or regret at He Yu's questioning and demonstration, and he didn't even show the slightest emotional fluctuation.
“That’s right. It seems your thinking has caught up with mine, so the question you asked is quite reasonable.”
"But you forgot one thing."
“I’ve said before that you and 659 are in a contradictory state.”
"I cannot interfere with the whole of fate, but I can indirectly use you as a variable to try to alter it as much as possible."
Sergio's tone was utterly indifferent.
It's like explaining a well-known principle.
He Yu did not rush to attack.
He looked at the other person thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why 27?"
"And... I don't want to ask again about the truth of why you helped me."
"This is the final warning."
Sergio, as if he hadn't heard anything, opened the ink sac of the fountain pen, then reached out to He Yu. Just as he was surprised, a brand new sac fell from the dome and landed right in his outstretched palm.
"Hmm...27."
"This is the beginning of the whole story."
"Do you remember how you joined Eoubs?"
"You are the 27th mailman."
"As for why I helped you."
"It's just because I'm recorded by fate. The actions of everyone in this world can drive your growth, and drive your...death."
Upon hearing this, He Yu immediately retorted.
"impossible."
"If all of this was planned, then what is the meaning of these people's deaths? Are you saying that everyone's life is just a joke?"
Even Sergio was somewhat tempted by these words.
He carefully filled the ink sac, then placed the fountain pen between the two of them, slowly sat down, and calmly replied.
“You still haven’t noticed the changes in yourself. Listen to what you’re saying. It’s so weak. Other people can say these things, but you can’t.”
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