Chu Meng's answer was detailed enough.
Bai Yu had personally experienced the virtual world and understood that once they entered it, their memories, gender, physical characteristics, and anything else could be altered at will. It was indeed like a blank sheet of paper, on which they could draw whatever they wanted.
Unfortunately, the person who created the painting was a madman.
Bai Yu had mixed feelings. This woman was both crazy and calm, a contradictory mix that was hard to define. She may have done something remarkable, but she had also challenged the entire world.
Such a person is either a great man or a madman.
However, if it were his choice, he wouldn't want to be a great man or a madman. He just wanted to be an ordinary person, protecting what he should protect, living a simple and earnest life, rather than sacrificing another's life for a great purpose.
For him, every life is precious.
Looking at Bai Yu's retreating figure, Chu Meng spoke again, "Actually, I really want to know, does a creator exist in this world? If so, what would it look like? If it does, why can't it look like me?"
Bai Yu paused, came to his senses, and looked at Chu Meng with sharp eyes like a sword before firmly closing the door.
"You will not become the creator. The Lord is called the Lord because He creates, not plunders."
Bai Yu didn't want to argue with Chu Meng anymore; he and Chu Meng could never understand each other.
Before the door closed completely, he heard Chu Meng's last words. "Bai Yu, you have a deep understanding of the world of paper dolls. I want to ask you a question: are those people who have been modified still human? Just like a tree turned into paper, is it still a tree?"
This is a profound question.
Having once been one of them, Bai Yu knew they were people, but not entirely people in the traditional sense; they were difficult to describe.
That night, Bai Yu couldn't sleep.
While suffering from insomnia, he called Linghu Lan.
Linghu Lan was still half asleep when she saw Bai Yu's call, but she immediately woke up.
Bai Yu remained silent on the phone for a long time before finally speaking, "Do you think our lives in the virtual world are real? Many times, I feel like it's a dream, like how I often dream that I'm an emperor, a CEO..."
Bai Yu spoke quietly, and Linghu Lan listened quietly, rarely making a sound to disturb him, letting Bai Yu vent his emotions in peace.
The death toll of 150,000 people is no small number.
Many of the people who participated in the survey developed severe post-traumatic stress disorder due to witnessing too many horrific scenes. They suffered from depression and were tormented, which led them to leave their beloved jobs.
This experience will affect everyone's entire life. If you get through it, you will be reborn; if you don't, you may fall into a deep depression from which you cannot extricate yourself.
As the main person in charge, Bai Yu must have had a very difficult time during this period.
Bai Yu rambled on for a long time, and then fell into a long silence.
Linghu Lan thought for a moment and said softly, "Bai Yu, I love you! No matter what you are like, as long as it is you, I will love you."
On the other end of the phone, Bai Yu was in tears. The pain and sorrow in his heart had finally eased a little. It seemed that only by holding Linghu Lan's warm body could he completely calm down.
So, he wants to get married! He wants to legally hold her!
Bai Yu: "Let's get married!"
Linghu Lan: "Okay! When?"
"This month?"
"good!"
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