"There is no need to study too deeply, because it is of no use." Death touched Deathstroke's arm and advised him not to invest too much energy in this area: "Born is not important. In the universe, strength speaks for itself, just like surveillance.
"Three brothers, aren't you playing mahjong obediently at your place?"
A good background only means a high starting point, but only humans have unlimited possibilities.
"I don't want to think about that anymore. I just want to know what level the Recording Gods are at. This determines my attitude when dealing with them." Su Ming nodded to his second sister, saying that he would not be entangled in trivial ethical issues: "Let's go,
We went into town and I noticed some humanoids moving around."
"You can do whatever you want. The main monitor and the recording gods are more like the background of the stage. They are only responsible for 'seeing' and not 'managing'." The cat put its paws back under its body again and narrowed its eyes.
It has also seen, and has basically determined that the figures moving in this town are the Recording Gods.
This is the Recording God Realm, but it is not a small town. It is just presented in a form that humans can understand. It can be in any environment and in any state.
It sounds quite friendly, but if he and Death came here, what they would see would be much more complicated and abstract. In this way, the Recorder God still takes good care of human beings.
Because it is the embodiment of an abstract concept, there is no need to move physically to enter the town. The moment the death knell said "Leave", they had already entered the town.
At this time, there was a small shop in front of me, which looked like a fruit stall. Inside, a woman wearing a floral headscarf was smiling and nodding to everyone:
"Death, dreams, and humanity, welcome."
"Hello, God of Recording." The cat shook its tail and responded to the greeting first. It was like a death knell: "We are here to find the origin."
The Recording God Clan is both ten thousand and one. It can be unique or countless individuals, but it is definitely correct to call it the Recording God.
"Looking for the origin, you have come to the wrong place. You should go to the place where the sky and the earth are upside down." A woodcutter passing by behind him answered this question. He had rough hands and skin that was reddened by the sun.
.
After saying this, he walked away with the big ax and disappeared at the door of a shop without any nostalgia.
"The path of time confusion is unavailable now." Su Ming said in front of him. He knew what happened to these gods: "Since you are the record gods, you must have the habit of recording things. The origin is not always there.
Happen?"
This place doesn't give people a good feeling, it smells like a super-thinking person.
"Well...that's true, but as a human, you know a lot." A little girl with her finger in her mouth appeared on the other side of the death knell at some point. She looked at it eagerly.
A cat.
"Death Knell is different, he is the 'chosen one'." Death explained, but the person she was talking to was the aunt at the fruit stand.
"We have known it for a long time." Aunt Fruit nodded. She picked up the fan on the stall to drive away the flies: "And we have recorded it."
"So, what's your decision? Can you point out a way out?"
Su Ming looked at the buildings on both sides of the streets in the town. These buildings gave people a vague and hazy feeling, as if they might disappear at any time:
"Although I don't know what you mean by the chosen ones, it sounds a bit privileged, but I don't hate myself for enjoying privileges."
"The chosen one is the person who has successfully passed the maze of destiny, which means that he can control his own destiny." Death explained. She looked at the man with admiration and smiled: "Only such people can see the origin without knowing
Possibility of going crazy.”
The town is full of dust, but there is no choking feeling like dust. Everything here seems to be fake.
But truth and falsehood are only human judgment standards...
"We are not important, what is important is what you think." The fruit stall aunt said, picked up a red watermelon from the stall, held it in her hand and asked: "What did you see?"
At this time, both Cat and Death pursed their lips. They knew that this was not a question for them, and no one else's answer except Deathstroke would be valid.
And they couldn't figure out what this thing was. From their perspective, this thing was just a wriggling mass of energy with the attributes of chaos.
"This is...a multiverse." Of course Su Ming would not answer that it was a red-skinned watermelon, because he had long discovered that everything he saw in this small town was not what they originally represented.
thing.
He had already seen this situation in the realm of transcendence. The multiple systems looked like houses, but they were not houses at all.
The sky is not the sky, and the streets are not streets. What appears in front of human beings are only things that humans can recognize and are willing to accept.
And since he is a time traveler, he naturally knows the background story of DC comics. It is said that the multiverse that was first born was a small red dot on the body of the main monitor.
It is like a drop of red ink or a cinnabar mole. It is precisely because of its appearance that there are more stories behind it. It is also the crystallization of the struggle between the God of Recording and the Countergod.
Did Su Ming see what it was? Actually, no, but in this strange town, this was the only thing that was red, so he bet that this was the first multiverse in the DC system.
Anyway, if you guess wrong, there is no punishment. The worst is that you will be kicked out of the town, and you and Maomao will die. Then you can find another way to see Mu Ye.
However, looking at the expression on the fruit seller's face, it was obvious that he had guessed correctly. The recorder's face changed very wonderfully at this time, with a bit of surprise, a bit of confusion, and a bit of relief.
But she didn't say anything, she just rubbed the red watermelon in her hand and turned it into a small red button, which floated to the death knell.
Then, she nodded, and the entire town disappeared, leaving only a dark space and two people and a cat floating here.
"Did you really get the answer right?" Mimi's eyes blinked, and she looked at the death knell carefully, as if it was the first time she met him: "People who ask for directions are actually asked questions? Even I don't know the answer to this question.
,How did you know?"
"Because I'm Batman?" Su Ming picked up the red button floating in front of him, looked at the 'push' letters on it, and joked: "You should actually understand that you are an external force, and I can also use it.
to external forces."
"That's it." The cat understood, and its tail resumed swaying: "Now that we have obtained the passage, we will enter that road next, but we need to jump down halfway, and I will lead the way."