Chapter 544 Plan
"'Dumbledore' supports your plan, is it because of this?"

After a brief moment of silence, Voldemort asked speculatively.

"Yes, he can't accept Riddle to be the last one at all. Of course, neither can Grindelwald, they are all too extreme." Death nodded.

"Aren't you extreme?" Voldemort asked.

"Hehe." Death God smiled and said nothing.

"But now that I have been born, does this mean that you, who are my future, can also do well..."

"Don't talk about that, Voldemort, let's talk about something important."

The god of death directly diverted the topic, and pointed to the door in the phantom, "Our plan is to push Grindelwald into this door, and let him and Riddle continue to fight here."

"Let the two of them...can kill Grindelwald?" Voldemort was uncertain.

"Going it alone, Grindelwald is not Riddle's opponent, but it is a bit reluctant to kill him. After all, they are all high-dimensional beings, and there are too many ways to save them." Death said regretfully.

"But it can trap Grindelwald, can it?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, it's a compromise."

After the god of death finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

The phantom moved instantly and came to a dark and messy room.

It was the office, Voldemort had been here before, and it looked the same.

"The secret of the worlds, there are many other parallel worlds here, as well as the way those worlds interpret the world's language."

Death waved his hand, and a book on the shelf flew into his hands.

The book was still a phantom during the flight, but when it landed in His hands, it was already a real book.

"God's writing, hehe, is actually just a kind of writing of higher-dimensional beings. Generally speaking, every higher-dimensional being has its own writing, and the writing also reveals the way He interprets the language of the world."

As Death said, he unfolded the book in his hand and glanced briefly, "This is a world ruled by maggot-like creatures. Believe me, don't interpret it, or you will be disgusted."

As he spoke, he waved his hand in disgust, and the book turned into a phantom and returned to the bookshelf.

"Essentially, this office is also the center of the entire Department of Mysteries. When you embark on the path of high-dimensional life, you can write your own laws in this office.

"Law, don't take it too seriously. Just like the wizard's magic, law is just a name for the ability of high-dimensional creatures. It is far from powerful enough to express the meaning expressed in the text itself."

Voldemort considered the word in his mind and asked, "Are you fighting by the rules of the world?"

"Limited rules are only applicable to places that you can influence, but if you look at it in the long term, it is just a way of using more powerful power, which is far from reaching the true limit of power."

Death paused, shook his head and continued, "I don't know what the end of high-dimensional life is, but I guess that the high-dimensional life I know must not be the end of life.

"Perhaps at this moment, there is a more powerful existence than the high-dimensional life I know, looking down on us from outside the sky.

"That posture may not be different from our looking down on the ant nest."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head again with a wry smile, and waved the phantom to a room familiar to Voldemort.

The Hall of the Brain, where Voldemort had been here not so long ago.

"The brain of the worlds, you can understand it as the processing system of the Department of Mysteries. Whether it is the deduction of the future or the operation of each hall, it actually relies on its calculations." Death explained.

Voldemort froze for a moment.

His eyes swept over the floating brains in the water tank. He didn't expect that these brains were actually used as CPUs.

"Nothing understands us better than our brain, Voldemort, which is one of the reasons I chose it as the core processor." Reaper explained again.

"What about the other reason?" Voldemort asked.

"Because of some unnecessary breakthroughs."

Grim Reaper's eyes became serious, "In the endless parallel worlds, we may not be the only ones who can break through to high-dimensional life, maybe our self in another world can also do it, I think you have seen one, haven't you?"

"In the world I saw, Riddle had a happy family." Voldemort said.

"False happiness, we all know what shady means Merope used, don't we?" Reaper asked back.

Voldemort nodded, of course he knew of the existence of the Love Potion.

"In those other worlds, does breaking through to higher-dimensional life have any impact on us?" Voldemort asked looking at the brains tumbling in the water tank.

"The enemy is always yourself. Voldemort, even Dumbledore, will not show mercy when he treats himself."

Death looked at Voldemort, and said very seriously, "No one knows our weaknesses better than ourselves, so eliminating those who are bound to conflict with us is the most important thing."

"More important than killing Grindelwald?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, our battles with Grindelwald often fail to touch our most important weakness, and our wars with ourselves can often actually penetrate our most vulnerable places."

When the god of death said this, there was an expression of lingering fear on his face.

Looking at him like that, it seems that there are many stories behind it.

Voldemort opened his mouth, intending to ask what the god of death had experienced, but he quickly stopped the thought.

Instead of figuring out what the memory that can make Death suffer, it is better to remember His warning.

As for that story...

Listen to how you are being abused?
Forget it, Voldemort wasn't in that mood.

"How can I be sure that there are selves in other parallel worlds who have embarked on the path of high-dimensional life evolution?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

"The essence of high-dimensional life has been separated from the body and soul. Memory is the only self that it still has, and can wander between different worlds. The same self can allow you to have a connection across time and space. To that When the time comes, you will naturally know."

The god of death explained lightly, and waved his hand to make the phantom in the brain hall disappear from his eyes.

So far, the introduction of the entire Department of Mysteries has been completed.

"If one day, you set foot on the evolutionary path of high-dimensional life, and fetch a Voldemort's brain from another parallel world, you will have all of these." The Grim Reaper looked at him and said.

Voldemort nodded. Sir Gamp had said something similar.

"Wait a minute."

Voldemort suddenly stopped, "Gump said that there was a reincarnated person who came with a brain. That is to say, I am not the first one?"

"I've come a long way in evolution, Voldemort, and there's nothing surprising about that."

Reaper explained with a smile, but the smile froze in an instant, "Of course, there are us from other parallel worlds who came to make trouble, but I expelled them all."

Voldemort twitched the corner of his mouth, and it was the right choice not to listen to those stories about "himself".

(End of this chapter)

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