Liang De put away the paper and pen and helped Oldman, who was lying on the ground crying and fussing after roaring.
Sure enough, literature still requires some talent.
Although my articles are brilliant, not every poor person can write famous works. Otherwise, I should have become a literary scholar long ago.
There are so many dandy children whose families are in trouble, but there is only one Cao Xueqin.
There is no hope for this guy. He has wasted the opportunity to travel through this fixed mission at public expense, and he can only admit that he is unlucky.
Liang De helped Oldman back to the sofa. Just as he was about to let go, the brown-haired young man on the verge of collapse suddenly grabbed his shoulders and said with a firm voice:
"I don't believe I'm living in a dream!
This is all just your illusion!
You are the omnipotent messenger of God, and all this is just a lie you spun to let me create classic literature!
The empire is real, my family is real, I am not a dream!"
Liang De sighed and said: "Brother, your conjecture similar to the 'brain in a vat' is interesting, but if I am really omnipotent, how can I make you wake up and realize this?
Besides, if your empire is real, there should be quite a few literary masters in the empire. Wouldn’t it be great if I went to find them? Are you famous in the literary world?
According to the setting of the false memory, you are a son of a noble, and you must have received an education in art. I am not going to talk about legendary epics. Now you can hum an imperial ditty. Can you hum it?
Come on, I'll play a tune for you, come and watch the red sun roll down the western slope!"
Oldman's face changed again and again, and finally became ashen and dejected, like a lifeless dead leaf.
He knew what ditties meant, and he knew that the empire must have ditties, but his mind was empty and he couldn't think of any melody at all.
Liang De sat back on the sofa opposite Oldman and said:
"It's a question of resource allocation.
The dream world of Essence is like a multi-colored pomegranate. Ten thousand different dreams are running in this world at the same time. The world resources mobilized by each dream are limited.
So it's normal to cut corners. It's impossible for the world to compile a complete set of detailed settings for you, a dead npc. Anyway, you can't go anywhere by lying on the Gobi Desert. Your thinking is basically a simple formula. I just throw in some memories for you to fool you.
Just one click will do.
If I hadn't interrupted you, you would probably have read The End of the World again."
Oldman's dry eyes reflected the empty sky, and he didn't speak for a long time.
This guy has been deeply polluted by the Lingnan dialect outside Guanhai, and now he has no passion. He probably won't be able to create any famous literary works.
Liang De opened his tablet and browsed the list of known worlds, thinking about which world he would change to do the mission after the world-crossing gate restarted in five days.
Literary work is hard to do. The Oldman Collapse I'm shooting now is totally worthless. It's probably not worth a few diamonds. I'm going to have to make a minimum salary this month.
"Liang...Mr. Liang." Oldman put his hands on the table and approached Liang De and said:
"Is there anything you can do to prevent the destruction of this dream?"
Mr. Liang has always been ruthless to useless people. He looked at the tablet without raising his head and said:
"I told you resources are limited.
The illithid "Convulsive Pain" dreams every day, sometimes several at a time. Once its new dream is reflected in the sky, the earliest dream generated in the Dream World of Essence will be destroyed immediately, so that it can rest on the remains of the old dream.
Generate new dreams.
This dream has turned into the color of rotten tomatoes. It will be over in twenty days at most. There is no hope of saving it. You can just wait for death."
Oldman still refused to give up and continued to ask:
"So, do you have any way for me to continue to survive after the world is destroyed?
Mr. Liang, maybe in your eyes I am just an inferior tool made by the Creator, with only a false past and a poor life, but to me, I am also a person of flesh and blood."
Liang De raised his head, he was a little confused and said:
"Brother, why are you living? I have seen people who live for their loved ones, people who live for responsibility, and people who live for love, but you don't have any of these... Logically speaking, you don't
You should have such a strong desire to survive.
I have also examined your body, and it turns out that there are almost no biological instincts written into it. It is an empty blank slate.
Brother, why do you want to live so much?"
"Do you need a reason to live?" Oldman asked.
"Don't you need it?"
"Need it?"
"Don't you need it?"
"Need it?"
Liang De was speechless.
Yes, do you need a reason to live?
No matter what mission he was given when he was created, no matter how he was created, he has awakened and is a human being of flesh and blood.
When did I start to feel that I was a superior and extraordinary person?
I am just an ordinary person who is struggling in the vast world and wants to go home. There is nothing special about me. Stop pretending to be a ruthless boss and blame Liang Feifan.
Liang De laughed self-deprecatingly, thought about it seriously and said to Oldman:
“Brother, even if you don’t need a reason to live, how can I help you live?
I can't prevent the destruction of this dream, and I can't use the boundary gate to take you away.
You are not a Jie Yuan traveler, and you cannot travel through the worlds at will without the approval of Jie Yuan. Otherwise, taking you away will cost an extra 50 crystal clusters. I can still afford this amount of money. Although you, Brother Liang, are short of money
Well, it’s not particularly short of money, it won’t be this little money.”
Oldman was like a withered grass that was set on fire, with a tenacious light in his eyes.
"You just said..."
"Don't come and go, brother, just be casual. There's no need to do this."
Liang De handed Oldman a cigarette and lit it.
"Relax and say what you want to say."
Oldman imitated Liang De and took a puff of cigarette, coughed violently several times, and blushed on his face.
"...Brother Liang, you just said that this world is composed of ten thousand dreams. These dreams are destroyed one by one in the order of generation, and then new dreams are generated on the wreckage.
I can't leave this world, so can I leave this dreamland and go to other dreams?
As long as I keep traveling between dreams, jumping from the world that is about to be destroyed to the new world, won’t I be able to live forever?”
Liang De rubbed the stubble on his chin and thought for a while, then said:
"You're a little out of shape, so it's not impossible for me to correct it for you. The problem is... you can't see the color of another dream in a dream, and there's no way to determine what state a dream is in.
If it weren't for this, I would have run away long ago and wouldn't stay here chatting with you."
Seeing that Oldman was a little confused, Liang De explained:
"Every dream is connected to all other dreams. Every time you cross a border, you may step into a dream that is being destroyed. Once you get involved, you won't be able to escape even if you want to."
"For me, it's better than waiting to die here, isn't it?"
Oldman smiled and stretched out his hand to Liang De.
"Brother Liang, give me a hand."
Your language learning ability is quite strong...
Brother Liang held Brother Oldman’s hand and said:
"Brother, I can help you. I have a friend who said he can help you if he can. I admire him very much.
But I have two things to explain to you first."
"Brother, just tell me, I'm listening."
"First, my academic philosophy is mainly practical. Unless it is a body that I know very well, there will definitely be differences in the modification.
If I want to modify your body to the point where it can overcome the intensity of dreams, it will definitely not be what you are now. Objectively speaking, after the modification, there is a high probability that your appearance will not look too human. Are you willing?"
"No problem. Brother Liang, didn't you tell me that I was an orphan born and raised by nature? I just look like a human. I have no blood relationship with ordinary humans. It doesn't matter what I look like."
"Secondly, brother, even if you can survive by traveling through dreams, your future life, everything you encounter, and everyone you know are all fake, and the longest shelf life will not exceed
Ten thousand days.
I imagined this kind of life, and it feels quite nihilistic. Can you bear it?"
"It's okay, Brother Liang."
Oldman stood up and took off the small blue camera from Liang De's neck and hung it around his own neck.
"I already have an idea of what I'm going to do."