If the sky is sentimental, the sky is also old, the moon is like no hatred, and the moon is full.

　　 Ivey felt that he understood a little bit.

　　 At this point, people who have surpassed 99 in all dimensions, or something else.

　　 The creative thinking from scratch must be thankful for the superior existence. Even if they just use their own minds to realize their wishes, as if--

　　 Luck just opened its door at this moment and released some mysterious aura, which was immediately caught by the protagonist's sensitive nose.

　　 Fuck me! This noble taste is...

　　 A brand-new dimensional way appeared before him, even if the road is two millimeters thick, it has only a hole as big as a mung bean...

　　 Get rid of the difficulties and dangers, go all the way, and break through all the difficulties and obstacles with the consciousness of resigning together!

　　 The long road is just a routine, Ivey must understand, where is he? What can be persisted throughout the entire time dimension?

Every minute and every second that was frozen, like a pale, overexposed photo, shining with light, treasured in the depths of memory, and oneself is connected by one fragment after another, continuing to exist, pulling For a long time, and more importantly, everything was recorded faithfully.

　　 mark.

　　 is marked by the soul, that is only one's own, unique existence.

　　 Even God cannot change all of this.

　　……

　　 Ivey was lost in time. He seemed to be able to wander to the moment he was born and the moment he died... Strangely, there was a break in the middle, forming two samples.

　　 really--

　　Is it discontinuous?

Every self, every moment, is discontinuous, but if you refine them to infinitesimals, they cannot be subdivided, cannot be measured, and an inappropriate analogy. It is like slicing yourself and cutting to the most detailed point. A mass of minced meat.

　　 Why not eat minced meat?

　　The concubine can’t do it, because they are so finely divided that they cannot be measured, and the things that cannot be measured, I am not things) can be regarded as non-existent... what is that?

　　 I don’t know... my own person, from head to toe, was a big living person who was alive, suddenly Schrödinger got up, unpredictable, erratic, unclear, unpredictable, unpredictable, who can bear this?

　　 There is no way, the rules of the world are like this.

　　……

All kinds of fragmented thoughts fill Ivey’s entire thought organ. They have no connection, no sequence, no cause and effect, no logic... Such a mess, just rot and smell, and soon become worthless ...Unless, he really looks like a genius among geniuses-of course, this is still a genius, and then open various hangers and glue them together again...

　　Ivey didn’t do this. He is essentially a lazy person. I don’t know how many levels of Rubik’s cubes are like this information. They are not prepared for people...

　　 So he gave up... After a long time, he thanked himself for giving up. Because he knows, this thing is called "spiritual consciousness".

　　The realm of the gods, people get involved in it, and the consequences can be imagined.

　　 But there are always exceptions. This magical world is also talented, and they are no less inferior to the gods.

The first genius was the Almighty Sir whose head was smashed by an apple. The second genius was the most powerful brain with tousled hair and tongue-out. The third genius was the one in front of him. His comprehension was unsatisfactory. It is also true and illusion, and the strength is more than that...

　　 But at the critical moment, there is a willful and recklessness in his character.

　　 Now he melts himself.

　　 There is no change in the body, and the mysterious mist in the soul has disappeared.

　　 Everyone has only the right to use the soul, but no ownership. Of course he can't destroy it, nor can he change its nature, but he just did it.

　　 This kind of powerful dominating power, it seems that his whole life is the most important life in the whole soul, and this is not enough...

　　The soul will not be destroyed, and you can have infinite lives like him, and each life, for the total length of the soul, is equal to zero for the infinite length.

　　 And he is now free from zero.

　　 is the change from zero to one, which made a qualitative change in his life.

　　 makes his life more important than other lives...

　　In the thinking space of his life participation, from his birth to his death at the end, all this is short and ordinary.

　　 Because of the current feelings, his "little movie", which is nothing compared to a wave of history, suddenly changed its color.

　　You cannot control the length of life, but you can change its width.

The previous conditions are no longer right. Ivey, he can now control the length of his life. As more and more soul power is drawn in, Ivey’s "little movie" suddenly has an unknown error... There is something full of golden light, and it's impossible to be sure at once... This is strange.

　　 Fortunately, the fact that the soul will not be destroyed belongs to the basic rule of the Ten Thousand Dimensional World, otherwise he is very likely to play himself out of his soul.

　　 Ivey laughed, fluttering randomly in the long river of time. His future is uncertain, this is good news ~lightnovelpub.net~ and bad news.

　　The future is created by himself.

　　 Many four-dimensional mages, after entering the time dimension, have no way of knowing their own future, just like doctors can’t perform surgery on themselves, and the causal entanglement is too great.

　　 And Ivey can enter his own time dimension. This is already the protagonist's treatment, and the collapse of his future later is just a continuation of the protagonist's treatment.

　　 The future will be dark, he can't see clearly, and he doesn't know where the end is... He is like a short-sighted eye, only a light on his feet, even so, it is enough.

　　 His soul exists in a special form, and he shatters them—just kidding, that’s impossible. However, he can subdivide them and feel as if they are broken. Until it can no longer be subdivided, at once, let the soul disperse and maintain the integrity. Each part is combined with each part of time, and time is divided to indivisible...

Then, his life is like an infinitely long stack of paper. His soul, like a stream of water, spreads back and forth, soaking more paper, so the paper becomes photo paper, with pictures on it, lifelike, everything to him, Some could not see clearly, but he knew they were there.

　　 used this as an opportunity to use his special soul form to constantly travel in other time periods...understand their characteristics, try to control them, and have a great time playing.

　　 He felt, this is really interesting.

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