Zhang Zicheng is not stupid. The system only explained this sentence and he understood.
Maybe this low-dimensional world might have been quite harmonious originally, but when I was playing the game, I uncontrollably received relevant information from the high-dimensional world, which happened to be compatible with their original world view, which eventually led to this weird look.
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He looked at the people in the picture: "So now, are they trying to call the gods who changed their universe to save their world?"
[Yes, it is precisely because they are using the special rituals of their own world to make communication requests that the system locates it here when randomly displaying scenes. 】
Zhang Zicheng felt more and more interesting and asked: "Then what should I do? How can I help them get rid of this worldview?"
The system was silent for a while, and then said blankly: [The database is damaged, and no corresponding solution was found. ]
But it’s okay.
The system can't help it. Zhang Zicheng is naturally even more numb. Without the system, he is just an ordinary social animal. How can he know how to change the low-dimensional world?
I can't reduce the dimensionality to defeat the evil god. If I really want to go down, I'm afraid that another hair will explode the universe, and both humans and the evil god will be destroyed.
Thinking like this, Zhang Zicheng suddenly had an idea.
An object as big as a hair is not acceptable... What about something smaller?
For example... cells?
Zhang Zicheng asked tentatively: "System, can you reduce the dimensionality of my cells?"
Although a single hair can destroy the low-dimensional world, at least according to the scene at the time, the low-dimensional world was supported for a while before being collapsed by the huge mass of the hair.
So if the cells are smaller, there should be no problem, right?
As long as the location of the release is far away from this planet, it will be fine.
[Cell definition in progress, definition completed...]
After the system was silent for a moment, it gave Zhang Zicheng a disappointed answer: [I'm extremely sorry, dear host, in the high-dimensional world, the system cannot interfere with microscopic things that the host itself cannot see. ]
"That's it." Zhang Zicheng frowned slightly.
But it's right to think about it. The system can still be alive now because it has taken up part of your consciousness. It's because the hardware has failed. There's nothing wrong with that.
However, Zhang Zicheng did not give up. He looked at the screen and saw that the people inside were still chanting incomprehensible spells.
He thought for a while and finally said: "Then can I communicate with them?"
In any case, let's talk to low-dimensional people first and see if we can come up with a plan together.
The system immediately said: [Answer the host, yes.]
Zhang Zicheng did not feel happy, but warned: "Is it going to destroy the universe again?"
He was already frightened by the two universes that he casually destroyed before. It was not certain whether those two universes had life, but this universe definitely had life, so he had to be cautious.
The system said: [Based on the host’s current volume, it will not have too drastic an impact on low-dimensional space and time. 】
So there will still be an impact?
But at least it won't destroy the world directly. Zhang Zicheng feels it is necessary to try...
"Okay, then I'll lower my voice, and you can reduce the dimensionality of my voice..."
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As the mayor of the coastal city of Cora, Simons stood in the center of the square, holding a torch high and muttering prayers unconsciously.
His mind had long been in the long night, in countless nightmare reincarnations, from the initial despair, to madness, and finally back to numbness.
Many things happened in Korra City. At the beginning, there were countless twisted limbs growing out of every inch of the city's buildings.
Those who died in their sleep were happy, as they were directly crushed into plasma by the tentacles growing out of the wall.
But every survivor who looked directly at those monsters had their bodies twisted uncontrollably, and some also died on the spot. Some used the legs that grew out of their mouths to drag all the insides out, painfully.
Staggering and crawling.
Simmons' first death was fortunately due to the stampede of the escapees.
After his death, he woke up from his nightmare in an instant and realized that it was just nightfall.
Just when Simmons wiped off his cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything before was just a nightmare, he saw outside the glass window a huge webbed hand like a fish clinging to the tallest clock tower in the city...
The moment he saw the other person, Simmons felt an unbearable headache, as if his brain's instinct was resisting the sight of the other person.
Warnings kept going out in his mind, and in a daze, he saw a twisted and disgusting filthy thing. Although the thing had arms and legs, they were far from human form.
And on that huge blue-black head, the face was twisted into a chaotic mess.
Simmons' eyeballs were so sour that they almost exploded. With just one glance, his entire body began to twist from the inside, and all the muscles, bones and internal organs in the chest rotated toward the center.
Finally, amidst severe tinnitus and severe pain, Simmons felt a "pop" sound in his chest... as if something had been squeezed, and then he lost all strength and fell to the ground.
Then, he woke up from the nightmare again.
Not only himself, but everyone in the entire city will return to the beginning of the night after death.
This kind of reincarnation has passed countless times.
The long night is endless.
Every time he wakes up, he will face different monsters and disasters. At first, Simmons would count how many nightmares he had died in. But after he counted thousands of times, his memory began to become chaotic, and it was no longer difficult to distinguish each nightmare.
When did the scene of the first death appear?
Countless people have also completely lost their humanity in the process.
What's even more terrifying than reincarnation is...every time you wake up, all fatal injuries will disappear, but the pollution and mutations will be permanently retained.
Until now, Simmons' entire upper body is still twisted together in a spiral... but all the internal organs are still running in this state.
He could even feel his heartbeat pumping in the lower right corner of the vortex.
Suddenly, amid the chanting that sounded like a chorus in the square, a shrill scream suddenly broke out.
Simmons turned his head. Under the dirty hood, the skin was tangled together, and it was impossible to distinguish each other's facial features. Only the scarlet eye that was cut through the skin with a sharp force was revealed, looking in the direction of the sound.
Sure enough, Simmons saw a familiar figure. He was wearing a three-cornered hat with feathers and holding a boning knife full of sharp thorns. He was constantly strangling the people surrounding him from the outside.
However, after just one glance, Simmons turned around again and numbly recited prayers with the people around him.
Just another crazy hunter.
It doesn't matter if he is killed... he will always wake up from the nightmare again.
The so-called hunters were people who were organized by Simmons in the early stages of the nightmare cycle to investigate the truth of the eternal night and to fight against the evil spirits and disasters that kept emerging.
Not only that, Simmons also continued to study every book in every library in the city in the process, trying to find a way to crack it.
Unfortunately, the hunters gained nothing from the repeated deaths. All they obtained were uncontrollable mutations and animal transformations, and they eventually fell into madness that killed living creatures on sight.
But Simmons...he had glimpsed a glimmer of knowledge that he had never encountered before in countless mysterious books.
Maybe in this endless night of terror, only the precious time in the past is the least valuable.
Because of his knowledge, he did not completely degenerate into a beast that kills anyone on sight. Also because of his knowledge, he protected many survivors who still maintained their sanity in the long reincarnation.
But time is undoubtedly cruel.
When they first face evil spirits, they will rise up to resist and share the same hatred with the enemy.
After the current situation showed no improvement, they fell into a chaos of criticizing each other, blaming others, and trying to betray others to find a way out.
Until eventually, those who acted differently found that their actions could never change anything, and then gave up hope in numbness.
Those who gave up hope and resistance naturally fell to their knees and began to pray to the sky.
The magic circle under Simmons' feet and the prayers in his mouth are the last attempt in this nightmare that has lasted for several years.
All the books in this city have been turned over, and countless countermeasures and plans have been thought of.
But when faced with the twisted monsters that appear in every nightmare...all humans can do is really just pray.
The screams were getting closer and closer, and the crazy hunter laughed wildly and drank blood.
But none of the people praying even raised their heads.
After all...after death, you will wake up in a new nightmare.
Simmons raised his head blankly and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
He paused in prayer for a moment and murmured in a low voice: "God, why on earth do you want to torture your people..."
"All we hope for is sleep and rest."
"For this reason...you can take away everything we have lost, our future, and everything we have..."
Along with a sigh, the bright moonlight suddenly fluctuated.
"Um?"
Simmons wasn't sure if he was dazzled.
Immediately, with the moon as the center, the entire sky began to tremble. The light of the stars behind the moonlight was distorted and flickered.
Such distortions and tremors are getting larger and larger, becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
An indescribable atmosphere enveloped the entire city.
In the city, the wild beasts that were running freely stopped, and the hunters that were drinking blood raised their heads.
They saw that the stars were disappearing from the sky little by little.
Until the entire dark night, only a sudden bright moon remained, as if the incandescent lamp was soaked in pitch-black ink and lit up.
Immediately afterwards, the moon suddenly began to emit starlight that was different from the stars, as if it were debris falling from it.
At the same time, the moon's brilliance grew stronger and stronger, until it was like the sun, illuminating the entire earth coldly.
For the first time, Simmons felt that the moonlight could be so dazzling.
But just after this unparalleled brightness...
The moon disappeared.
In its original position, only the dense clusters of stardust remained.
"The moon...disappeared?"
Simmons only had time to murmur the last sentence.
Then, the earth began to tremble and everything began to disintegrate.
The sea water exploded, and huge waves surged into the sky.
The mountains shattered in the tremors, and the earth cracked in the shaking.
The city almost turned into powder in an instant, and every body around him exploded into a ball of blood mist.
When Simmons was last conscious, he couldn't even feel any pain.
Because at this moment, my whole body and mind are occupied by one voice and one thought.
“nnnnn————!!!!”
The information contained in this brilliant sound is extremely complex and mysterious, and it is completely beyond the ability of ordinary ears to hear.
With such a sound, even if all the cells in your body are allowed to accept its vibrating frequency, it is far from enough. Even the entire world and the entire planet may not be enough.
So sacred, so high, so wonderful.
For a moment, Simmons felt as if he was in a universe where only his own soul existed, and it was extremely quiet.
This kind of silence almost moved him.
Because there is only one voice in the entire universe, and apart from that, there is no noise at all...
There is no quarrel, no confusion, no interaction, no ups and downs.
Therefore, there is no need to think, debate, speak out, or communicate.
This is called great sound and sound.
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In reality, Zhang Zicheng looked at the pictures on the screen and almost went crazy.
"Ah, what a stupid system! Didn't you say it won't have much impact on lower dimensions? I just wanted to say 'hello'! I even said it from outside the galaxy, and I even used the lowest
That’s what the volume said! Now half of the planets in the galaxy have collapsed into pieces, and the moon has shattered into foam! The entire earth’s soil has almost been turned over, you tell me this is okay?!”