In terms of probability, in the absence of deliberate intervention by higher-level existence, a very small number of outliers will inevitably be born in a group with a large base.

The one who surpasses half a step is a genius, and the one who surpasses one step is a madman. This is the truth. Probably speaking, the emergence of such genius and madman is inevitable.

"In countless worlds, there will always be some guys who make you dumbfounded. Over time, you will know."

Fulcrum poured a new glass of wine for Downey. This time it was not brandy, but the good Moutai, and he didn't care whether Downey liked it or not.

It's all meaningless things anyway.

"A beam of light from the world outside the wall was thrown here. The sleeping guy in it finally awakened in the third generation after a long time, and then replaced a poor guy who happened to be involved. In a terrible disaster, the battle between two genetic mutants affected him."

"At the moment he died, something surprising happened. The awakened soul replaced him in ignorance and became a brand new individual."

Fulcrum told the story of this light to the sleeping **** and Downey.

Now they can understand who they are talking about.

The Sleeping God frowned and glanced at Downey: "Unexpectedly, you really came from the world outside the wall...not a character created by those fools in the editorial department."

Downey was silent for a while, trying to digest the news. For some reason, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said, "So, the guys in the editorial department are also in a state of being deceived..."

"Yes, they thought they created you, and one of the ambitious guys wanted to use you as an exorcism for him to get a new life. Unfortunately, he failed. No one would have thought that he created it with one hand. Guy, he is actually a traverser in the true sense. All his efforts have become yours."

Fulcrum elegantly picked up the glass and tasted the wine, squinting his eyes happily, enjoying the distant taste.

Downey was never an aboriginal, nor was it a handwriting created by the editorial department-even though that number one felt that it was his own handwriting until he died.

Downey is a traverser from the world outside the wall, a real outsider who surpasses the special group of the editorial department.

The atmosphere became a little silent for a while.

The Sleeping God stared at Downey with surprise and scrutiny. Compared with the fears of the past, this time, in the sleeping arithmetic logic, there are more things about Downey.

"Why did you come to this world? Still go to the earth to be an ordinary person?" the sleeping **** asked.

"You ask me, who do I ask? I said this is pure coincidence, do you believe it?"

Downey's mood became bad and he went back. He immediately looked at the fulcrum and asked the question he was most concerned about: "I came to the world inside the wall, did someone push it secretly?"

This is his only concern.

At Downey’s level, there are things that don’t need to be entangled too much. He is now a super god, standing in a high-level position in a huge world.

The process is not important, what is important is the result and purpose.

Fulcrum glanced at Downey strangely, and asked, "Is the original you special? Isn't it an ordinary citizen?"

Downey was silent, his heart suddenly brightened.

In other words, he is not yet qualified to allow someone to spend so many hands and feet to pass through all sorts of transportations. Even before the crossing, he is also an ordinary person who can't be more mundane, becoming a Downey after the quasi-ninth level, and thinking about himself In the past life, it was confirmed that there was no problem.

At least the quasi-level ninth person can't see the problem. If there is a ninth-level and tenth-level guy who arranges himself, then Downey will also recognize it.

"Don’t doubt, this is just a coincidence. It is the only exception in the endless probability that brought you to the world inside this wall. But to be honest, you are the first one to become the endless impossibility. The possible life of is the first in history...at least in my cognition, you are the first."

Fulcrum smiled and said: "Even in the world you know, it is very common to travel through this kind of thing. It is nothing more than doing the right thing at the right time. , Crossing into the main universe, awakened the emotional spectrum of the main universe. And the guy in Manhattan, who simply came from other multiverses, has been suffering from strong rejection ever since he entered here."

Traversers are actually very popular in American comics, such as Rong Fu and Dr. Manhattan, are just trivial. Strictly speaking, the watchers are also a group of traversers, and their backstage is the hardest.

Downey didn't speak, but lowered his head to meditate. His brain, which surpassed the speed of a multiverse, quickly calculated all possibilities, thinking about everything from beginning to end.

Everything is explained. He is a traverser in the true sense, or a traverser who comes with his memories, coaxing a hapless person from the editorial department and earning the first pot of gold.

"Then my fire source..." Downey looked at the cube in the core of Cybertron, feeling the inseparable close connection.

The birth of an artifact is sometimes extremely difficult, and sometimes extremely simple.

But no matter which type it is, it must have the most basic characteristics-born under the blessing of a certain strong will, such a weapon can be called a divine weapon.

The medal of the observer clan, the ultimate wiper of the swallowing stars, the scepter of the heavenly father, the mysterious miracle wishing machine... each of them does not appear out of thin air, but is produced under the influence of a strong will.

What kind of will, what kind of material, together created the different abilities possessed by the artifact.

Tinder source, the artifact that accompanies him from weak to great step by step... Is it the result of a strong desire in his heart?

No, it's not just my own wish, but also the divine assists given by the thin man by chance and doing his best, otherwise the fire source would not be born...

"To be honest, I don't know what attitude to treat you with, of course, you certainly don't care about it either."

Downey drank the wine in his glass, put it on the table, and said this calmly.

Fulcrum was not at all angry, and picked up the bottle to refill him, but the bottle was directly pushed away by Downey.

"One day, I will go to the world outside the wall to take a look, and I will personally confirm it. Thank you very much for answering my confusion, and also thank you for being with me as a mortal when I was the weakest. , This is really a rare process for your existence."

Downey got up and learned the way he was on the earth many years ago. He reached into his pocket and took out a banknote, gently laying it on the table, just like a normal alcoholic.

"Goodbye, old bartender, this is the last time I call you. The old guy I know is already dead and buried by my own hands, and you... just a stranger who makes me feel familiar."

Downey calmed down and adjusted his collar, turned around, and walked slowly towards the door.

Several people who had been drinking quietly at other tables finally stood up at this time, and they stared at Downey.

"Hey, do you want to go now? Although you can't hear what you guys are saying, but just leave like this, too ignoring me! I Zord, but I have always wanted to settle accounts with you!"

A figure wearing a black armor stood up suddenly, walked out with a sneer, and stood in front of Downey.

General Zod, the Kryptonian who invaded the earth and then was killed by Downey, the Supreme Mage.

"You... are not the Zod I know, but a hybrid with countless Zod's souls."

Downey raised his hand and punched it lightly, and General Zod was smashed and flew out, deeply embedded in the wall.

"Why are you so strong?!" General Zod was dumbfounded and asked in confusion.

He had grown to such a strong level, only one step away from the ancient gods of the multiverse rank, yet so vulnerable in the hands of Downey.

Even in his memory, when the main universe itself was killed, the gap between the two was even more distant.

Another figure slowly walked over.

Gu Yi's face was as gentle as ever, just like her attitude towards Downey many years ago: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be okay to stay and talk with old friends?"

Downey glanced at her with a complicated expression, and whispered: "The old friends I know are dead, including you...now you, the group of people I know, are basically the same, I don’t know. you guys."

After that, Downey pushed open the door of the bar and decisively pulled away, even though there are still many guys he once knew drinking and talking quietly in this bar.

Inside and outside the bar are like two worlds. Inside the bar, the lights are feasting and the most popular music is played. Outside the bar, there is darkness and silence. The gate is like a dividing line separating the two worlds.

In the short gap when the door closed automatically, Downey's shadow finally reflected on the ground, pulling out a long, long distance.

No one wanted to stay anymore, everyone just watched him leave quietly.

Fulcrum was still focusing on pouring the wine, his expression remained unchanged, and the sleeping **** was always watching Downey's back.

"It's really a long story, a story that continues from the first generation to the third generation." The sleeping **** suddenly sighed with emotion.

This time, the fulcrum did not speak, and carefully wiped the cup.

"Many gods, including you, know, right?" The Sleeping God asked, and intuitively told him that if he missed this time, he wanted to get a little bit of precious information, it would be impossible.

The judge must know a little bit of Downey's information, and the sleeping **** confirmed this, because the judge is too powerful and his origins are extremely mysterious.

And this fulcrum... The sleeping **** can't see through it until now. It seems that Downey knew the origin of this guy, but he wouldn't say anything.

In the end, he was still a fool and didn't know anything.

Even Downey, who was an outsider who was essentially a mortal, knew more than he knew.

"The world outside the wall is more cruel than you think. Your duty is to earnestly complete the task assigned to you by the judge, and don't think too much about it, because... it will really die."

Fulcrum put away the glass that Downey had dropped, and said lightly.

"Then what about you, where are you from? From the world outside the wall? I exhausted the records of three generations, but did not find your information." The Sleeping God asked.

Fulcrum suddenly smiled: "Me? I've been here all the time, but you have never noticed it. If you don't believe it, go back and ask the judge, he will definitely answer you like that."

Any tenth-level existence is everywhere, even if it is not, all the fog will be torn apart by them at the moment of thinking, and all the mysteries will no longer be there.

They are no longer anymore, omnipotent, omniscient, at the level that symbolizes the ultimate end. They can appear in any place and any occasion as long as they want.

Obviously, the Sleeping God cannot interpret the information contained in this passage at all. This has exceeded the thinking limit of the Sleeping God. Even if his thinking organs and calculation logic operate to the extreme, they still cannot interpret what level this is.

The intense thinking activity directly caused the head of the sleeping **** to begin to heat up frantically~lightnovelpub.net~ The dark armor became red, and terrifying energy flowed crazily in it.

But unfortunately, he still couldn't calculate anything, even simulation.

"Give up, think too much, you will really die. Your current thinking, at most calculating a few multiverse information, involves a level beyond the almighty universe, you are still far away."

Fulcrum picked up a glass of wine at will and poured it directly on the head of the sleeping god, forcibly interrupting the sleeping god's thinking.

Ordinary drinks, when they touched the sleeping head, turned into countless particles and immersed, forcibly cutting off the thinking system of the sleeping god, similar to the operation of forcibly dropping the connection.

The Sleeping God fell into autism again, and an unprecedented sense of frustration occurred.

"Leave, my bar should be closed, it's late." Fulcrum kept smiling.

The Sleeping God glanced out the window subconsciously, it was dim as always, there was no saying that it was late... But he still got up, his heavy body looked very deterrent.

"I will come later, it's rare to find a nice place." The sleeping **** said in a deep voice. Immediately, a banknote was made in his hand, just like Downey, and lightly tapped it on the table.

Fulcrum picked up the banknote, folded it, and put it in his jacket pocket.

"Welcome to visit next time."

The sleeping **** hummed, his heavy body turned, and accompanied by heavy footsteps, he opened the door and left.

The bar immediately became quiet. Like most of the time in the past, it should have been quiet here.

A dead soul who died in the past multiverse, also sitting in their respective positions, tasting the wine carefully, was silent for a while, and then began to talk in a low voice.

Everything is the same as in the past, but it always feels more unspeakable.