Collapse, crossing Otto, the road to becoming a god

"you are me."

The figure nodded, and the black mist continued to fill as the two of them talked again.

"People like me like to have everything in hand. They may believe in beautiful energy, but that is based on exhausting all means. Most of the time, they will show a strong desire to control."

Otto paced beside the figure, answering his previous doubts,

"If I need to change the past or save something in the future, then I will definitely replace my past self, kill him, seize him, and become him until I am him.

I will never spend time guiding a useless 'me'. If I lose everything, I will wait until I grow up to ignore the paradox, reverse time and space, devour the waste that can't do anything, and do it myself. , let my destiny move towards the future I want step by step. "

"This is 'me',"

The figure sighed,

"Under the gentle appearance, there is eternal indifference and coldness. It turns out that he is just ruthless and unjust to others. When he really takes responsibility, he is so ruthless and cruel to himself."

"Each each other."

Otto accepted it calmly without changing his expression.

They stood facing each other for a long time. The man thought for a while and asked:

"So, what exactly are you here for?"

"Could he be here to deliver the Book of Wei? No,"

He thought,

"If you could restrain time and space and give a gift that could reverse the future, you wouldn't be so arrogant. And you just said that you are in danger, so...are you here to indirectly improve your current situation?"

"Yes, and no."

Through the black fog, Otto saw the figure shrugging.

"Of course I did give you some benefits, as for what..."

The shadow paused, and Otto heard that he was laughing.

"Secret."

"The Riddler—heh."

The man curled his lips disdainfully:

“But the reason for the riddle—you can’t say too much, right?”

"Otto knows Otto." The figure said noncommittally, "You just need to know that you can trust the Book of Wei, but you can't trust it too much."

"I never trust anyone I need to rely on."

"Who knew? A small movement can cause changes on the timeline, just like Lorenz's butterfly flapping its wings, which will become more and more violent, and eventually develop into a tornado that can sweep the future."

The figure said, taking a step back,

"This is the reason why I came - yes, that's right, what 'I' do is not to solve 'my' dilemma, but to affect the ripples of the timeline, and then let the ripples develop and achieve on their own Everything I wanted."

"There is no way for living organisms to truly accurately predict every butterfly effect relationship. We are always just moving forward on the road closer to the truth."

"What will happen to Ripple in the end? No one knows, but as long as we are willing, all choices will lead to the same fate, a fate controlled by us and not even gods can stop."

The black mist suddenly filled the air, accompanied by the figure's high-spirited words,

"No one can stand high in front of us."

"Is this trying to dispel my doubts? To prevent me from giving up on myself and thinking that these adventures are my future self or a trick of God?"

Otto raised his eyebrows,

"I'm not that fragile and have so many worries - no wonder you are just a clone."

"It's already very difficult to come here - you still want me to be the real person? Also, a clone that leaks enough information is not much better than a pure Riddler?"

The figure replied angrily.

"That's right," Otto couldn't help but smile, "By the way, what was 'I' doing when you left?"

"The main body is doing its own thing."

"It's your own fault...tsk," Otto smacked his lips, "It can't be the Shura Field, right?"

"The main body knew you would ask this," the figure said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "It means it is not as good as the Shura Field."

His tone was cheerful, but Otto could hear a sense of twilight in those arrogant words.

The man stopped talking. He raised his hand and looked at the golden chain on his wrist.

“Can I see—[Him]?”

After a long time, he raised his head and asked the figure.

"[Him]?"

"Yes, it's [him]."

"..."

The figure seemed to be thinking, and the black mist near his lips trembled more frequently than elsewhere. After about 2 minutes, he slowly spoke:

"can."

He stretched out his hand, and a cross appeared on his fingertips, reflecting a dazzling light.

"I request your projection."

The figure said softly.

The black fog behind him suddenly dispersed, and a strange light door appeared behind him. The door seemed to be made of starlight, pure and illusory, and the layers were layered so that people could not see what was inside the door.

"Don't get too close," the figure reminded, "that's a flow of information you can't handle."

"I see."

Otto was noncommittal, but his body leaned forward involuntarily.

The figure noticed his movement and said nothing. He just put away the cross, turned around, and faced the door.

"The sky is open."

The light on the door began to move in the form of particles, and the layered feeling disappeared. After a while, the flow of particles stopped, and a clear picture appeared in front of Otto's eyes.

"This is really scary...****!!!"

Otto's cold voice suppressed the pain. He closed his eyes, but blood still flowed from his eyes.

——The moment he saw the picture clearly, crazy murmurs and roars echoed in his ears, majestic and chaotic memes poured into his mind like a tsunami, and his whole body seemed to have torn bright red cracks to facilitate The acquisition of information, the excitement of blood surging and the exhaustion of blood draining alternately dominated his cognition, making it difficult for him to think.

He seemed to really feel the soul, that kind of conscious existence that was different from the body, completely unable to move, as if it was firmly bound in the body by shackles.

The "soul" was struggling fiercely, but due to the struggle, it was distorted and mutated by the confinement. In the end, there was an inexplicable feeling of terrible melting.

He desperately forgot and gave up, wishing to split his brain to take out those things, and tried his best to seize the last self in the torrent of information that only gods could absorb, and the greatness that the human body could not bear.

Countless streams of information close to the truth were flowing through his soul, and were extremely slowly converted into knowledge that Otto could accept by the core of the Herrscher of Reason and the unconscious Void Manzo.

"I saw [Him], I actually saw it..."

In the midst of the unbearable pain, Otto suddenly laughed, and there was a childlike joy in his voice, like a newborn baby looking at the world with longing, joyful because of ignorance.

He smiled, and his voice gradually changed from childlike to mature, as if he grew from a baby to a teenager, and then returned to the state of his 500-year life.

"Knowledge...absolute rationality...omniscience is...ahem..."

He laughed so hard that his voice became hoarse by the end.Finally, "Laughter" ended with a labored cough.

Otto finally opened his eyes. Drops of blood could still be seen in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were extremely clear and clear, like a white drawing board, waiting for memories to pour in and recall the numerous colors.

The man no longer greedily looked at the world behind the door, but looked at the figure with a veil of black mist covering his face:

"The future is going to be interesting, right?"

The figure hesitated for a moment and expressed approval:

"Yes."

He looked at Otto quietly for a long time and then said:

"Do you still want to move forward?"

"go ahead?"

The man tilted his head and grinned.

"Enter."

The ambition in his smile was unabashed.

The next second, Otto raised his head and stared directly at him in front of him.

"What about you?"

The figure seemed to be smiling too, and his words were a little free and easy, a little indifferent:

"I'm a little scared."

After saying that, He turned around, took steps, and walked toward the door.

The black mist covered Otto's front with noble velvet, and light filtered through the gaps in the shadows, like countless stars burning in the night sky, or like phosphorus bones shining in front of the grave.

The scene beyond the dimension gradually began to recede, revealing the world he was familiar with. Where the sky and the earth vaguely met were the lights of thousands of houses, and dilapidated cities were revealed in the night.

And Otto's eyes were dancing with an increasingly deeper blue color, and his platinum wings were vast and majestic, embracing all the dark stars.

The silver bullet could already be seen in the sky above Changkong City. The blond man looked at the light that was getting closer and closer, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Who would believe you, idiot.

He said softly in his heart, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Clap."

The black hole in Phnom Penh opened in front of him, and silver bullets roared in. A disaster that could blow up the entire sky disappeared without a sound.

The law of emptiness, the power of mimicry.

The process is so simple that it seems unworthy of being the end of this vigorous war. However, therefore, reverse entropy is also the most violent counterattack under ideal circumstances, a silver bullet that can destroy the entire Changkong City——

extinguish.