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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 157 Soul, no soul

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    Chapter 157 Soul, no soul

    "It seems that I have been wrong all along" Seeing me shuttle freely between the "surface world" and the "origin world", the troll witch doctor old Carlson sighed and said to himself  said.  His expression looked a little enlightened, but more of a look of confusion and loss. The wrinkles between his eyebrows seemed to be deeper, and his whole spirit also showed a hint of gloominess and old age than usual.

    "Are youare you okay?" Seeing that he seemed to be deeply shocked, I regretted telling him my findings so quickly.

    "Oh, don't worry about me" Seeing my concerned look, old Carlson's frown relaxed a little, and his two long pointed ears moved a few times, and he grinned at me.  The big mouth showing two fangs smiled bitterly, "you have to understand that if there are some ideas that you have believed in since you can remember it, but they are suddenly proven to be wrong, and these ideas are just right  If it's the discovery you're most proud of, you won't feel very good about it."

    The more calm Old Carlson is, the more guilty I feel.  You know, it was the old troll in front of me who personally opened a new window for me and spared no effort to help me. This gave me the opportunity to come into contact with a more wonderful realm outside of this concrete world.  And what should I use to repay him?  Completely subverting his worldview!

    "I'm sorry" I really wanted to do more to compensate him, but in the end, all I could do was to say these three words gently.

    "Oh, hehehe" Seeing my very embarrassed look, Old Carlson smiled openly and started to enlighten me, "you have nothing to apologize for, my friend. In fact, it's me instead.  I should apologize and be grateful to you, so that I will not follow a wrong path to the end of my life - if this is the case, it would be fine, but if my life lasts longer than I thought, then I will still make this mistake.  I don¡¯t know how long it will last, that¡¯s the worst thing.¡±

    "Now I feel a little regretful" Seeing that old Carlson was more open-minded than I thought, I felt much better and joked with him, "I shouldn't have told this truth  I tell you, it will make you live your whole life in a muddle."

    "You brat, don't get too carried away!" Old Carlson waved the staff in his hand and hit me hard on the head - just like before, no matter how I dodged and blocked, I couldn't block this attack.  An attack, "Don't think that you have some bullshit 'truth' just because you happened to find something I got wrong! In fact, I doubt whether the so-called 'truth' really exists. I am more inclined to  You have only temporarily discovered a way to better explain the world, and it is difficult to say whether this is the world in the end."

    "But" He glanced at me gently, and suddenly he couldn't help but smiled generously. The two long fangs twitched at the corners of his mouth, "Since your discovery is closer,  In fact, I¡¯m afraid I need to get to know the world again as soon as possible.¡±

    "As for you, Jeff, I still have many things I want to give you. Maybe my understanding of the origin of this world is a little biased, but I think my understanding of the digital symbols of the source world is still better than yours." said  Then, old Carlson waved his hand, and without allowing me to struggle for a moment, he dragged me back into the digital space composed of overwhelming simple characters.

    After that, my life was full and busy.  Old Carlson did not put me in the state between "existence" and "non-existence" like last time, isolating me from the outside world, but he asked me to do it every time I entered space.  I came here when the people dispersed and the world fell silent, and learned from him how to interpret those digital characters composed of "0" and "1" as vast as the sky.

    At the beginning, I thought all this was not complicated: you know, I seem to be born with the ability to identify these characters. Even in the vast source world, I can easily identify at a glance the characters that symbolize a piece of land.  A leaf, a lock of hair, or a grain of sand.  I can even see in the characters how the light is cast and the wind is blowing.  To me, this all seems to be instinctive and requires no learning or training.

    However, I soon learned that I was wrong.  What the old Carlson wanted to teach me was not to understand the appearance of the world through characters, but the rules that make up this world and the principles that make this world work.  He told me that in that concrete environment, we can always only see the appearance of the world. Only by converting everything into symbols can we truly see how the world works.  What I need is not just to see the wind, but to understand where the wind comes from and where it ends; what words?? controls its speed, and which guides its direction; when it brushes off a thin leaf from a branch, and how it sends it into the pond; how the pond water is disturbed by the thin leaves, and how it sways out of the layers.  Wei Lan

    The more I learn about it, the more I am amazed by the wisdom of the gods.  "0" and "1", these two seemingly simple symbols, actually carry the true divinity: they can be increased and transformed endlessly to form whatever the gods want to form.  This way of expression seems cumbersome and stupid, but its basic rules are simple and stable, without confusion or wavering.  Yes, the more complex things in the world are, the more they should be described and expressed in the simplest way - the reason why gods are gods is because they deeply understand this and know how to do it.

    In this flat world made up of boundless darkness and infinite numbers, a conjecture I once had was gradually proven: This is indeed a world that keeps running over and over again, and all seemingly accidental situations are in fact turned out to be  It has been written as an inevitable program, flowing silently and irresistibly in this source world forever.  A butterfly fluttered its wings on the east coast of the mainland. As it crossed the ocean, it gradually turned into a breeze, blowing the sand on an isolated island on the sea sixty-five degrees. This was not an accident or a coincidence, but a work woven by the gods.  The destiny that is destined to be irresistible.

    "Many people have marveled at God's will, but now, this God's hidden will is being displayed in front of my eyes in an extremely clear way.

    When I first gained self-awareness, I was amazed by the enormity and grandeur of this world.  The towering cliffs, the vast sea, the countless rare birds, animals, plants and creatures Darimos, our Lord of the Gods who lives in the high heavens, his power is so vast that he can actually wield it with a single hand.  It opens up a world that is so ever-changing that it is unimaginable.

    However, compared with what I see now, all that is just as small as a blade of grass on nine high mountains.  Only when you understand the meaning hidden behind the boundless characters can you truly appreciate what is truly "vast".  In fact, in comparison, creating all things in the world does not require too many characters. What is really difficult is to set the rules for their existence: how they act, what they can see, and what they will do when they find this situation.  reactions, how they will act when they find another objectthese settings often require dozens or even hundreds of times the difficulty of their own existence, and all of this is done by the gods in the sky, no matter how big or small.  arrive.

    During my adventures, there were times when I couldn¡¯t help but laugh at my enemies.  They are stupid and dull, and sometimes even if you show obvious hostility, they still will not attack you.  If you have enough adventure experience, you can even predict every reaction of these enemies in advance.  Sometimes I even come up with some ridiculous thoughts, such as: Could they be lifeless string puppets, appearing there just to add some hacking fun to the adventurers who come here?

    But now I know that maybe each of them can only make a few responses, but what if there are dozens?  What about hundreds?  How about hundreds of thousands?  How about tens of millions?  Such an unimaginably arduous task, even for the gods, supervising and controlling this world may not be an easy task.  The gods can create this world to such an extent. I don¡¯t know what other words can describe such a great project. We can¡¯t ask for more from this world.

    Although all this is very simple for me to say at the moment, and I can't hold back my excitement in words, but please believe me, the process of learning all this is not as interesting as you think.  In fact, I would say that this was probably the most boring and difficult time in the world since I gained my own sanity.  Facing a vast sea of ??characters that lasted a whole day, he watched Old Carlson dialing through strings of hundreds of thousands or even millions of characters, remembering the meaning of each character¡ª  ¡ªI believe that even when I was unconscious and still the confused city gate guard, living like this every day would probably drive me crazy.  Fortunately, this kind of time only happens once every three or four days, so I was extremely lucky to save some sanity.

    But speaking of it, old Carlson was by no means a qualified teacher. He never showed me how to use these characters personally, let alone being "good at teaching".  The only thing he could do was to put the meaning of each character into my mind and ask me to remember them firmly.

    Note, what I said about "stuffing it into my head" is not a figure of speech, it is a fact!  You know, if I want to explain the meanings of these billions of characters one by one, I am afraid that the king of the end of the world, Darendir, will kill me in front of me, and I have not learned even the simplest symbol.  But old Carlson had a special method: whenever he pointed out a period of time, he would?In his mind - of course, in the source world, his mind is also composed of characters - he forms the translation of these characters, and then he will use a magic called "copying" - he turns this magic into  The powerful spiritual magic called "copying" forced all the translation results into my mind.

    Whenever this massive amount of information pours into my mind, I feel a huge pain in my head, as if a huge stone has penetrated my skull and rolled in my brain.  However, after an instant, there will be more of this knowledge in my memory, and this knowledge is so familiar to me, as if I was born with it.

    Old Carlson¡¯s teaching method is not only simple and crude, sometimes I even feel that he is unusually eager and wants to teach me all the knowledge at once.  That kind of fatal sense of urgency is as if if I can't learn all this today, the end of the world will come tomorrow - for this, I can only apply what Xian Ge Yayi once said: cramming teaching method or something  The most annoying.  If I hadn't been driven by a strong desire for knowledge - and of course it was all very interesting - I might have given up long ago.

    "You might as well just copy your head and give it to me!" I once mocked his teaching method to his face.

    "Do you think I haven't thought about it? If I hadn't figured out how the soul works, and I was worried that copying all my memories to you would interfere with your soul's independence, I would have done it long ago! Even now  , if you are not worried about having an extra troll consciousness in your mind, I can also satisfy your request immediately!"

    To be honest, I'm not too worried about the extra troll consciousness in my mind, but if the extra part happens to be the aesthetic part When I thought of Marianne Santa's gentle face, I immediately declined.  Good intentions from Carlson Sr.

    In addition to understanding the original rules of this world, I also experienced another magical feeling.  I still remember the first time I came to see old Carlson. As soon as I stepped into the fortress gate, he sensed my presence and instantly took me to his magical cabin.  At that time, I was surprised by the speed of his reaction, but now, when I am immersed in the source world, I also feel the slowness of this world.  Although I still cannot let time "flow slowly in microseconds" as the old Carlson described, in milliseconds, I can also change countless thoughts, perform very complex memory calculations, and feel everything around me.  The most subtle change - if this were not the case, even with old Carlson's magical copy magic, I would not be able to learn such a complicated and vast world rules.

    However, as Old Carlson lamented half-truthfully, we have carefully analyzed the symbol samples of every creature in the Gravel Fortress, but we have never figured out how our souls work.  However, we made some special discoveries among those space travelers who ventured into the Gravel Fortress:

    ¡°In every digital field belonging to a space traveler, there is a strange and mysterious symbol hidden.  These symbols not only run within the body of the space traveler, but also lead to the distant sky. They run all the time and never stop. Other numbers that symbolize their body, functions, even clothing and equipment, etc., etc.  Symbols are closely related to this string of mysterious characters.

    In fact, we guess that these strange characters are the basis for the spacewalkers to establish themselves in this world. All other numbers related to them are activated from the unreachable unknown place in this world through this character.  ¡ª¡ªThe reason why we speculate like this is because we have witnessed the death of several space travelers.  When they died, their bodies and equipment turned into a pile of dead objects, not much different from the killed fortress guards, but that special symbol disappeared in an instant.  And when they are resurrected by teammates, or reappear in the fortress as souls, at the moment when the soul and the body overlap, all the symbols are re-associated with that character, and they can take action.

    Are these special characters their souls?

    We can only assume this for the time being.

    However, regarding this issue, I once had another conjecture: Skywalkers are very different from ordinary natives. Although they follow the various rules set by the gods in this world, they do not have to follow the rules.  The routes and actions prescribed by the gods are carried out mechanically without any deviation, which may indicate that they are not the products of the gods in this world, but come from another plane world and were created by other gods.  Those special characters may be just a passage, a permission, or a compromise and restriction. They are the agreements reached between the Supreme God Darimos and the gods of their plane world, allowing them to enter the plane we are in.  world, but must obey the rules of this world.

    But this idea is really??It¡¯s scary: the projects required to create the world we live in are already so vast, but if we create some beings that can think and act freely with independent consciousness, how long will it take?  How complex are the characters to describe and represent?  I'm afraid that this one command is more complicated than the characters needed to create this world, and there are so many space-related people.  If this is the case, the gods of that plane world may be billions of times more powerful than the supreme god Darimos - this idea is really too blasphemous!  !  !

    Comparatively speaking, I prefer to believe that those who are involved in space are the sons of God or servants of God who have descended from heaven to the world, so they have freedom and detachment given by God.  When they leave this world, it is natural for them to return to heaven and serve the gods again.  And those special fields are the connection between the divine world and them.

    Whether it¡¯s the soul itself or the channel for soul transmission, those magical characters are the most fundamental difference between space travelers and natives. There is no doubt about this.  However, according to our observation, even among space travelers, these characters are never repeated.  I'm sorry that I can't use those original "0" and "1" to describe those characters - even though it's just a very small program, if I list it all, it would probably be more than the number of words I have ever written in this world.  Longer - but it is not too difficult to translate them into the common language of mainland China: the symbols on some people should be translated as "192.168.1.99", while others should be "192.168.0.18" always  These are similar numbers.

    But no matter what amazing discoveries we make among the spacewalkers, it cannot explain our own situation - except for the differences in equipment, level, race and all skills, from the perspective of characters, we are different from these  There is no essential difference between the others in the Gravel Fortress, and no traces related to "soul" can be found.

    ¡°Do you have any other ideas?¡± Puzzled, I asked old Carlson.

    "It seems that to understand this problem, we should probably look for the answer from soul magic." Old Carlson frowned and thought hard.

    "I remember that there are several necromancers in your fortress. They should know some soul magic, right?" I felt something in my heart.

    "Don't count on those walking zombies" Old Carlson waved his hand with a wry smile, and found the symbol representing the highest-level undead lich mage A. Vesalius from the digital characters in the sky, "this  This guy doesn't even have a soul himself, do you expect his soul magic to be of any help to us?"

    I thought about it for a while and gave up the idea.

    "Then what should we do now?" I asked old Carlson at a loss.

    "What should I do?" The kind and generous old troll suddenly sneered, bursting out the violent and ferocious nature hidden deep in his blood, grabbed my neck, raised his eyes and scanned a field of numbers, and this immediately appeared in his mind.  The meaning of a string of numbers, and then pushed them into my mind, "Humph, you haven't finished your homework today!"

    "Can't you be gentler? It hurts so much!" The green sky filled with numbers picked up my wailing sound and spread it far away
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