Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

"Don't take it to heart, it's just a formality. I'm just asking a routine question. After all, life should have the right to choose whether or not to return to the world."

After thinking for a while, Tingyun said, "I think I might choose to come into this world."

“You are different from them. Many people have chosen the negative answer.”

"That's why I asked."

Where did those who chose to deny it go?

"The moment of stagnation, that moment will flow forward at the moment of their death. He did it, according to calculations based on the actions of the 'original'."

Zhishio Yinxin walked up to Tingyun and said, "Returning to the real world is perfect, I just finished up what I was doing."

"clatter--"

A crisp sound rang out, followed by a strange sensation, as if one had traversed the deep sea in an instant.

"Where am I...?" Tingyun opened her eyes and found herself in a glass jar filled with nutrient solution.

She tried to touch the barrier, but it shattered the moment she touched it.

"It's broken?"

"Hmm, it's broken. Meets the requirements, let's make some noise. This jar is worth 50 credits, the life-sustaining fluid inside is worth 200 million credits, and your modification surgery cost 824 million credits. Don't worry, the bill will be sent to Sichen Palace. As the chief surgeon, I won't charge you."

"Alright, as the one who caused this, I have to go now. Once Black Tower and Nguyen May find out about Nanuk, I might go into 'silence' for adding unnecessary complications."

The knowledge of the silver letter turned and vanished, leaving only a note on the ground.

Tingyun picked up the note, and saw that it read:

"After 15 seconds, walk forward 125.78 meters, then turn right for 240.13 meters, and finally turn left for 45.91 meters. According to the calculation, you will encounter a middle-aged man with brown hair and slightly graying bangs buying a drink. Press the number 8 when he can't get the drink from the vending machine. Then say to him, 'Mr. Joachim Nokianvitanen, I'm here. He told me I can go back to Lofu.'"

Following the signs, Tingyun walked 45.91 meters after turning the last corner and indeed saw a middle-aged man scanning a QR code to buy a drink.

"A few white hairs on his bangs? That must be him... But what's with not being able to bring out a drink?"

Just as Tingyun thought of this, the interface of the beverage machine in front of Walter froze and started spinning in a death circle.

"Can't we just not drink the coffee? Even the vending machine..."

"Um, I'll do it," Tingyun hesitated before pressing the number 8.

"Clang—"

A can of sparkling wine fell out of the beverage machine.

“Thank you. Um...you…” Walter turned to express his gratitude, but then paused when he saw who it was.

“Mr. Joachim Nokianvitanen, I’ve arrived. He told me I can go back to Luofu,” Tingyun said naturally.

“Him? Oh… I see. Just call me Mr. Walter, or Mr. Yang. That name… I don’t use it anymore.” Walter sighed. They were using his name as a secret code.

He wasn't unfamiliar with Ting Yun's face, so this move of calling him by his original name gave him a jolt.

Where is he?

“He’s gone. But he left a note, and that note led me here.”

"Appearing and disappearing like a ghost... This clone of his is exactly the same as the real him. Come with me, the Star Train welcomes everyone who aspires to explore." Walter opened the cap of the sparkling wine and then drank half of it.

In this way, he could politely refuse Himeko's offer of coffee by using the excuse that alcohol and coffee cannot be drunk together.

"Mr. Walter, the Star Train? General Monsoon is now heading towards 'Expansion'?"

“Yes, although he does things unexpectedly, he is now a member of the pioneers. The train is on the platform, and I will have Himeko and Black Tower make arrangements.”

Black Tower Office —

"What is the login record for ID: 64824? Who tampered with the simulated universe?"

As Black Tower adjusted the data, everything went black. "What does it mean for balance to secretly love destruction? What does it mean for the sun of order to be a gift from balance to destruction? What does it mean to prove whether balance is a perverted lolicon with an extreme desire for control?"

"The Destroyer Star God appears to be male. A loli? Um... from a balance perspective... wait, what am I thinking?! Is this information memetically contaminated?"

Scroll down, and you'll find something even more explosive.

"The sun of order was stuffed into the ** of destruction by balance? That's why destruction has a glowing wound on its chest? Because the sun of order was too big and was pressing against its lungs?"

"Conclusion: Is Equilibrium not only a possessive lolicon with an insatiable desire for control, but also a sadistic cuckoldry enthusiast? Secondary conclusion: Is Destruction Equilibrium's child bride?"

"Heh, this story is interesting, but I won't let this insult my research. You should just throw it in the trash," Black Tower said, trying to delete the pointless information on the platform.

As a result, not only could they not delete it, but more and more unofficial historical accounts appeared.

"Log retrieval failed, this information is locked??? Generating: The order that has lost its sun is no more, choosing to indulge in the great love of harmony? A gentle, disabled girl takes in a disheartened, insecure, and down-on-his-luck uncle?"

"The possibility of this hypothesis is being demonstrated... Result of the demonstration: The hypothesis is true; Order is a gigolo with an Oedipus complex. Harmony is a young, maternal, naive, and disabled girl."

Black Tower: Is this thing a TV series?

I won't touch the Black Tower for now; who knows if touching it again will cause it to generate even more outrageous things.

"Who did this to me using the Lone Wave Algorithm encryption?!"

She could only fiercely condemn the guy with the login ID: 64824.

Chapter 405 Black Tower: I'm going to the space station to pull you out of the internet cable.

"There's another email?"

"This is an interesting anecdote from another world; don't worry about it. It might be the truth of another world. Every rumor is a truth about a universe."

What is the truth of this universe may be a rumor in another. There are no absolutely existing lies, nor is there an absolutely existing truth.

As an aside, "Cunhu" is actually the director of the family planning office and also the cosmic police chief. This is because "Fenyu" (a person's name) is not only dark-skinned but also very prolific.

"Huh? Family planning office? I'll fucking swear to you! Who do you think you are?! Pointing fingers at my research? Come out and have a go!"

As soon as Black Tower finished venting, a new line of text slowly appeared in the email.

"I can't beat you, because your steely methods are too tough. It's like tofu hitting a stone slab; without a doubt, I will be utterly defeated."

"Tsk, at least you have some self-awareness. I know you're listening, delete all this mysterious academic stuff!"

"But I've already been utterly defeated by your iron fist. Now that I've been defeated, how can I get back into the game? I'm not the person you think I am, because he wouldn't resort to such underhanded tactics."

"So, bet on 'my' identity. Hint: 'He' once exchanged 'answers' for 'wisdom.' And 'answers' are right in front of you."

"Answer for wisdom? The answer is right in front of me? 64824? That's 824? This damn number..." Black Tower already knew who was behind this.

"Yinxin, do you think this is fun? I really... please, can you find someone else to torture? You've been causing trouble in the simulated universe... were you sent by that person to sabotage things? Aren't you bored?"

"Please, why don't you go and torment Screw and Ruan Mei instead? Or... can you just forget about us 'Intellectuals' once you get on the 'Pioneer' bus? Can't you be a little more fickle?"

"Bet failed because the answer was incomplete. The maximum character limit is 300. I cannot provide any further information."

"Incomplete answer? Who else but Yin Xin could fabricate such a story about the Star God? And what's with the 300-word limit? Are you really that desperate for clicks? Answer me! Who are you?!"

The "Reading" status at the bottom of the email has changed to "Read Completed," meaning that Black Tower can no longer obtain any information.

"Ha...haha...hahaha...very good, very good!"

"You forced me to this... Looks like I have to come back. You just wait... I'll find you through the internet and make you pay!"

Jingfeng Ship —

"They're back? What was their reaction?"

"The Black Tower seems angry, but Ruan Mei doesn't know it yet. Also, I've avenged you. You can now take this bill to Si Chen Palace to ask Yu Kong for the surgery fee, equipment fee, nutrition fee, and shipping fee. It totals 1524 million credits. Since only the surgery fee covered the costs, the amount charged is relatively small."

"So, that fleeting moment with Tingyun... you were thoughtful, but not much. My debt to Sichen Palace is exactly that price, so there's no need for me to go."

"what?"

“I said, there’s no need. If you don’t make a move, someone else will.”

Hua Wu broke down the bill that had just appeared in his hand into a pile of scattered quark molecules.

"Also, when will the train arrive?"

"Based on calculations, you should be able to sense its position today, whether from the perspective of 'expansion' or 'preservation'."

“I could, but doing so would render you meaningless and useless. I’m doing this for your own good.”

"What was that thing that just flashed through your hand?" Xi Qin turned to look at Hua Wu's empty left hand.

Hua Wu put his left hand on Xi Qin's shoulder and pulled her closer. "It's nothing, just an invalid bill from the past."

Players' lounge —

"Demon King, what happened to you getting covered in mud?"

"We chose the wrong spot to land, but that's not important."

Qiong landed right in the backyard of a breakfast shop, so he crashed straight down there.

Oil and sludge gave him a big hug. Although he later stuffed 200,000 credits into the breakfast shop's windowsill, it was unlikely that repairing a three-meter-deep crater and a yard full of mud would cost only 200,000 credits.

This is the blessing of only learning the numbers and not the mechanics. If he had just glanced at the description of Windwalker, he wouldn't have landed face-first.

"Um, Demon King, I have something important to tell you."

"what?"

"If I win the next match... I'll qualify to challenge your senior brother. But..."

"But what?"

"I don't think I can win."

Qiong: ?

"Surrender means you lose half, a sneak attack means you win half. You'd better think it through. Also, you're now my nominal disciple. As long as we don't run into any fellow disciples, if you lose, I'll give you a private beating."

"There are more than forty coaches in total, and each of them is one of the best in your Belloberg history. Their culture and strength are second to none, and the history they carry will give you extra surprises. I believe they will definitely make your training experience enjoyable."

For some reason, Luca had a bad feeling, as if losing the next game would mean facing hell.

"In the last game against the company employees... I could sense that they didn't have the will to win. That's why I was able to win."

Qiong was already in a bad mood, and hearing Luca's words made her almost turn red. "You're still confused? WTF? Dude, you're almost at the finals! What are you still confused about?! Don't think about anything, just play, OK?"

"Next match, whatever it is, go up there and unleash a combo that shows no sportsmanship. Only the victor writes history. The history of the loser is only believed by the loser, while the history of the victor is only disbelieved by the loser."

"Demon King, I feel much better after hearing what you said. All the melancholy in my heart has been scolded away. I'm going for it."