this infinite world

——The power of the mind can change the world.

The light of the soul, hidden in the deepest part of the human consciousness, is the light that shines from the most fundamental source of the human soul, and possesses all kinds of incredible powers. It can cross space, stop time, convert energy, and create things out of thin air... For Zheng Zha, the light of the soul named "Heavenly Dragon" can not only strengthen all the energy or skills he has mastered, but also make his past, future, and possible tributaries focus on the "present".

That is, sublimation.

Let yourself sublimate to a higher level.

The triangle is known as the most stable geometric shape, and triangulation is one of the most commonly used positioning methods. When Zheng Zha infiltrated the light of his soul into the tokens of Dr. Manhattan's power, namely the badge belonging to the Comedian and the red cat representing the Pharaoh, he naturally understood the direction to go.

In that brilliant light, there seemed to be a mysterious and powerful connection established between the mind and the world, leading Zheng Zha towards his goal.

Overcoming the obstacle called "box" is just like Adam achieving the fourth-order advanced level through the Human Completion Project, and then sensing the traces of the positive person outside the box. Now that Zheng Zha has the token positioning, he also understands where the dividing line between the inside and outside of the box is. He only needs to simply reach out and push gently -

"Snapped."

There was a real sound of breaking in the air.

Under the tremendous force of "primordial creation", the boundary between reality and illusion collapsed silently. The "dimensional upgrade" process that is difficult for ordinary people to imagine and even difficult to recognize was easily achieved by Zheng Zha. And the next moment, under the gaze of the rest of the Zhongzhou team, Zheng Zha's figure disappeared without a trace between this world.

……

——Cold and trembling.

As the long-lost feeling surged into his heart again, Zheng Zha's body reacted faster than his mind. The moment he woke up from his deep sleep, the man had already jumped up from the ground and saw everything around him clearly.

Zheng Zha was in a completely new space that he had never seen before. Pure white filled every corner of his vision, and there was nothing else. It was as if the entire world was covered by this flawless white color. The sky and the earth were blurred in this pure white, with no obvious boundaries. The space seemed to extend infinitely in all directions, with no end and no edge...

——In this infinitely vast pure white space, the only creature besides Zheng Zha is a giant naked man with blue skin, about tens of meters tall. He is standing in the void, as if reading something seriously.

“…Dr. Manhattan.”

The power of the gene lock still exists, and the tremendous force of "Honghuang-Creation of the World" is still resonating inside the body. Zheng Zha has no reason to be afraid. He first glanced at the God's Watch which showed "Mission Accomplished" but there was no follow-up. It was obviously useless. So he stepped on the ground and floated in the air, maintaining the same height as Dr. Manhattan's head.

"Hello."

Although Dr. Manhattan's lips did not move at all, his standard American accent sounded in Zheng Zha's ears the next moment.

It was just an ordinary sentence, but it made Zheng Zha's body tremble uncontrollably.

This was different from any conversation Zheng Zha had had before. He knew that the reason why the members of the Samsara team could communicate normally with the natives of each mission world was all thanks to the Lord God's translation and communication, which saved the communication cost caused by different languages. But this time, Zheng Zha could clearly hear the difference in Dr. Manhattan's words. And he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from the blue giant, just like Adam taking the authority from the opposite. No, it was ten times, a hundred times, a billion times stronger than that...

...or, in other words, "infinite" times.

As if he had sensed Zheng Zha's attitude of facing a formidable enemy, although Dr. Manhattan's expression did not change at all, he stretched out his hand and motioned Zheng Zha to look at the book in his palm: "I know your story."

"This is Rorschach's diary, and this is the world we entered..."

The first time Zheng Zha saw the worn-out diary in Dr. Manhattan's hand, he understood everything. That was the true form of the world he had entered before... a real world, but also a man-made universe that recorded stories that had never happened.

"Rorschach is a man who never compromises, but he also understands that Pharaoh's plan is the best way for the world, so even though he records everything in his diary, when he is alone, he can't help but record what the future of the world will be like without him."

Dr. Manhattan's tone remained unchanged. He spoke calmly, as if he were an absolutely calm bystander: "But the pursuit of truth is the nature of human beings, so even if there is no 'Rorschach', there will be a second 'Rorschach', that is, the Pharaoh."

"However, compared to Rorschach and Pharaoh, I am more interested in you, Zheng Zha."

"…Is it because I intruded into your story?"

Although Dr. Manhattan had no intention of accusing him, Zheng Zha still felt the pressure surge. He tried his best to keep his tone calm and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "It's like a story where a non-existent variable suddenly appeared..."

"No, I knew something about you ten years ago."

Suddenly, Dr. Manhattan shook his head and interrupted Zheng Zha's words. Then he flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand, and some new words suddenly appeared on the blank book -

"Zheng Zha always felt that he died in reality. He went to work, came home from get off work, ate, excreted, slept, and woke up. He didn't know what his meaning was. It would never be in the boss's greasy smile, it would never be in the body of the so-called white-collar woman he met in the bar, and it would never be in this endless steel jungle - the modern city."

"Zheng Zha felt that he was about to rot, rotting from the age of 24 until he was old, and then turned into dust and became a name. No, not even a name would exist, because no one would remember him. No one would remember a small white-collar worker. No matter if he was truly elegant or pretending to be petty bourgeois, he was just a speck of dust in this world."

"He wants to change something, he wants to have his own meaning..."

"This, this is-"

"Hello, Zheng Zha."

As Zheng Zha's face was filled with shock, the huge blue bald naked man finally put down the book in his hand for the first time, looked at him with his eyes that had no pupils at all, and only the whites of his eyes, and greeted him.

"Or in other words, the original 'protagonist' in this multiverse." (End of this chapter)