In just the blink of an eye, the door opened silently, but the room was blue, like a calm sea, with nothing in it.
Su Ming took a deep breath and walked into the room as if preparing for a dive.
In an instant, a new world appeared in front of him, or in other words, it was a huge workshop, with no edge space, extending infinitely to all directions.
Both the ceiling and the floor are blue, but there is a wall that is constantly moving like a running conveyor belt or a scroll that keeps rolling.
A huge golden man, a humanoid creature like an Oscar winner, was squatting in front of the wall in a squatting posture. Beside him was a large jar filled with colorful
coating.
He reached into the jar, and when he took it out, different fingers would have different colors. Then he used these fingers as brushes to quickly draw pictures of unknown meaning on the moving scroll.
Yes, to the naked eye, it is indeed a painting of unknown meaning, because the freehand graffiti is almost at the level of a three-year-old child.
The colors are very bright, but the painting itself is very messy, just a bunch of color blocks or thick lines.
But looking at it from another way, you can feel that the omnipotent universe is in the painting, and TOAA is using a special method to influence and draw new future stories.
The paint-stained hands would smear one on the left and one on the right. Sometimes they would draw long traces along with the moving wall, just like when playing the piano, the hands would slide from the lowest bass to the highest.
Sound, it looks like it slides back after hitting a few keys.
It looks chaotic, but his behavior has a strange beauty. It seems to be an art that is difficult for humans to understand.
"You're here, should I call you Deathstroke? Or Su Ming?"
The golden man did not look back, he was still squatting facing the wall, as if it was his mission to keep painting.
"The name doesn't mean much. I prefer people to call me handsome or handsome." Su Ming told a joke, put the eight-treasure porridge he brought next to the door, and walked towards the giant: "What about you? I should
How do I call you, TOAA? Or "
The huge human-shaped palm dug into the paint, picked it up again and continued to paint the wall. He said without looking back:
"I witness through countless eyes, I construct through countless hands, this painting is them, but they are also me. I am infinite power, I am the weapon of love, I am the almighty universe, I am me, I am the expectation of all living beings
As for me, I am The One Above All, so you can also call me TOAA, if it is easier for you to understand."
"Well, if nothing else, your tongue twister skills are quite good. Are you interested in talking about cross talk?" Su Ming walked to the paint vat, which looked like a huge oil storage tank from a human perspective.
He flew up and looked into the bucket, wanting to see what the paint in it was made of.
But there was only a golden light in the bucket, which was the same color as TOAA. It seemed that the paint bucket was also a part of him.
So, he is painting himself with his own hands? Then there must be some meaning in doing so, right? It can't be that he is bored and having fun, right?
"You are used to using words to hide yourself, but words have no effect on me. I can see your heart." The golden man changed his posture. He was originally squatting in a pit, but now he was sitting sideways on the ground, looking elegant.
He learned a lot, but he didn't plan to use the previous sentence type to talk to Deathstroke.
Will be complained about.
The wall he painted in front of him also fell down and turned into a chessboard on the ground, and it was a checkers board. He began to paint different colors in different areas of the chessboard.
It was as if he knew what Deathstroke had said and thought before.
This feeling was not very good. Su Ming behind him pursed his lips. He did not intend to continue studying the issue of address, but asked TOAA the question:
"You should know the reason for my coming. So, can you tell me the answer? What is that 'mystery'?"
As he said that, he also took out the painting given by Mr. Li from his pocket. It was a ticket, a recognition, and a proof of identity. It might enhance his persuasiveness.
"It's a long story. I can tell you some secrets, some secrets that should not be known to humans." The golden man turned his head and glanced at the death knell. His eyes were burning with golden flames, like the sun.
Scanning the painting, he turned around and said, "This starts with the omnipotent universe you know. Let me ask you first, how much do you know about it and me?"
"Not much, but not much. It contains all the thoughts and all the stories, doesn't it?" Su Ming, who flicked the cigarette ashes into the paint can, did not tell the whole story, but just evaded the important points and told a little bit.
But the golden man didn't care. He stretched his legs and continued coloring with only one hand. He lay down on his side and said:
"I know what you want to ask. Are there other levels above the Almighty Universe?"
"Yes." Su Ming did not deny his desire for knowledge, he nodded.
"So far, including here, the place you call the Idea House, and my own avatar, all the views of the universe you have only include 'real and virtual', and on the upper level of the Idea House there is
There are two realms, the world of creation and the world of action, which you can safely know."
The golden giant was not stingy. He gave the answer directly, but the meaning behind his words was that there are more layers above this, but they are beyond the range that humans can safely recognize.
There were things that, in his opinion, seemed inappropriate for Deathstroke to know? Could be harmful? Maybe
"Ah, I feel comfortable." Su Ming stretched out his hand to touch the cat's head that was also resting on the edge of the paint bucket, showing a happy expression: "I have always known that there is a higher level above the omnipotent universe, and now I finally know its name.
Already."
Well, I finally got some information, which is better than nothing.
"Including these two realms, the higher-level realm is not suitable for you to know, because it is too ethereal and will hardly have any impact on the underlying logic. Put it in terms you can understand, just like a typhoon can
Killing a person is difficult to kill a speck of dust, that's probably what it means. You can collectively call the level above the omnipotent universe 'The mystery' or 'Outside', which for you
, it is already vast beyond infinity.”
The Jin man seemed to know what he was thinking, and gave a more convenient way to call it. After all, so many layers of realms can be covered infinitely, and the form of their existence will become more and more abstract, until they reach a level that is incomprehensible to humans.
So it is more convenient to have a general name.
"Okay, I probably have an idea. So since you mentioned this, does it mean that the 'mystery' I want to investigate comes from these two worlds?"
Su Ming's understanding of the background story is pretty good. Even in his previous life, he read more DC than Marvel, but after getting into comics, studying the background of the world has become a required course.
If you don’t understand related concepts such as parallel universes, you can’t understand American comics, and you’ll find many stories inconsistent.
Just like new Marvel fans who have only read the MCU, after seeing the Iron Man comics of Earth 1610, they will exclaim that their Iron Man cannot be so scumbag, the character is ruined!
Then he talked about a lot of story logic, character arcs, how the 'original work' he had read was like, a lot of words that sounded high-minded but revealed that he was a newbie, and these cognitive mistakes that novices make are always
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