Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 844: Pilot Light

Duncan felt that his plan might indeed be a little crazy - Black Sun probably passed the san check after hearing what he just said...

But he was serious. After Black Sun let out an “Ah,” his expression became even more serious than before, and he repeated very calmly, “I want to detonate the Creation of the World—of course, this ‘detonation’ is a figurative expression. Strictly speaking, I want to borrow its power, or in other words, borrow the part of its power that was not fully released during the Great Annihilation.”

The surface of the blazing false sun swelled and shrank, and the brilliant corona rose up like a raging sea, while countless pale and strange tentacles curled and squirmed in the sea of ​​fire. After a long time, the black sun calmed down, and its low, layered, trembling voice added some noise: "...When was this plan decided?"

"Before I came here to meet you," Duncan said calmly, "I only had a vague direction at the time, and the idea was not so firm."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I have always had a... 'intuition', which may have come from the 'knowledge' left by the civilization that created me. There are many things that I do not understand the principles behind, but instinct lets me know how to do them or where to go. It is driven by this intuition that I think the Creation of the World may help me solve a big problem I am facing now - the problem of the first mover.

"But it was not until I met you here and saw the 'letter' you brought me that I was sure that this direction was correct. Or... this letter itself is most likely a reminder, reminding me where the right direction is."

The turbulent movement of the black sun's surface calmed down a little. After realizing that this was not a crazy idea, but a calm and rational plan, it finally became serious: "What do you mean by the 'problem of the first mover' you mentioned just now?"

"To put it simply, it was a 'Big Bang' that gave birth to the world," Duncan explained. "This is a more vivid way of saying it. You can think of it as a synchronous explosion of information, matter, and energy. If we regard the entire world as a huge and complex mathematical machine, then the first roar of this mathematical machine is the 'explosion' of the origin of all things.

"In the Sea of ​​Ashes on the Edge of Order, I conducted a preliminary test. This test verified the conjecture that information is indestructible, and confirmed that it is indeed possible to reshape everything in the chaotic sea of ​​information through the method of 'assignment'. But at the same time, I also discovered a problem, that is, the 'mathematical machine' of the world has 'integrity', and all its information parameters must be meshed with each other. I cannot rebuild the world step by step, brick by brick, like building a house - before this work begins, I may have an endless amount of time to prepare, but once the process starts, all the work must be completed simultaneously.

"Therefore, I need such an explosion to complete the synchronization and 'startup' of all information in an infinitely short yet infinitely long 'moment'. If this condition cannot be achieved, the new world will be torn apart and gradually return to zero - just like the vast ocean now.

"And this requires huge amounts of energy, very, very huge amounts of energy...even energy at the level of the Great Annihilation."

Duncan raised his head and looked seriously at the huge, pale eye surrounded by flesh and blood: "Look, this is a very reasonable and well-thought-out plan..."

"...I'm beginning to be a little afraid of you mentioning the word 'reasonable'," the tentacles around the Black Sun trembled, "but okay, at least I understand the necessity of this plan. Indeed... only the Creation of the World can provide such a huge amount of energy, but how do you ensure that this process... will really happen as you want? Or to put it more directly, how should the Creation of the World be detonated? How to guide it? How to ensure that this process will not get out of control?"

The ancient god asked a series of questions, obviously still had great concerns about Duncan's plan - and such concerns were normal.

Because it is too close to the creation of the world, no "person" in this world understands the nature and horror of the rift better than it. It has been gazing at the doomsday solidified in the sky for ten thousand years - this makes it very difficult to connect the doomsday with the "new world" in any way.

Duncan had obviously thought about this series of questions. Facing Black Sun's questions, he did not waver at all. He simply organized his words and said calmly: "Everything is information."

Black Sun remained silent, waiting for Duncan to continue explaining.

"The same goes for the Creation of the World." Duncan said immediately.

The flames around the black sun expanded and shrank, as if it had thought of something.

"After coming into contact with that chaotic 'sea of ​​information', I gained a true understanding of the theory that 'everything is information'," Duncan did not keep anyone in suspense. After confirming that Black Sun could follow his train of thought, he continued to explain, "The Creation of the World is the solidified 'Doomsday' itself, but Doomsday is also a representation of information. From the most basic logic, the Creation of the World is actually no different from everything in this world.

"For me, as long as it is still something supported by 'information', there is no problem of 'out of control'. As long as it exists, it is controllable. If it is not controllable... then its 'out of control' must also be controllable, unless the theory of 'everything is information' does not hold true for it."

"You sound very confident," the Black Sun's tentacles stretched out, and said with a low and gentle tremor, "and you are very determined."

Duncan said nothing, but just nodded slightly.

He truly believed that: nothing could stop WorldCreator from becoming the dawn of a new world—not even WorldCreator himself.

"And another thing is also strengthening my confidence," he said suddenly.

Black Sun quickly responded: "You mean... the appearance of that cube?"

"It passed through the rift of the World's Creation and arrived at 'this side'," Duncan nodded gently. "No matter how sophisticated the manufacturing technology is or how perfect the protective measures are, it is almost impossible for a letter to cross the barrier between the New World and the Old World and be sent to 'this side'. Therefore, its 'delivery window' must have been carefully selected. This delivery window must be located at the place where the two worlds are most closely connected..."

Duncan slowly stopped, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he had passed through the brilliant but false corona of the black sun, staring at some more distant time and space——

Everything in the old world collapses, and all information finally converges at a "terminal point";
The new world was born in a great explosion, and all information burst out from a "starting point".

Contraction and explosion are born in opposition to each other, like the two ends of an hourglass, and at their connection point, which is both the end point and the starting point - the position reserved for the "inverse singularity".

It is also the place reserved for the Creator of the World.

People in the distant future will send a letter through the only "aperture" to the other end of the hourglass. The letter is a letter home to report safety, and it is also a guiding light during the night voyage.

"I will go find you," Duncan said slowly. He withdrew his gaze from the distance and refocused his eyes on the black sun. "I will fulfill my promise and burn you to ashes. I will reserve a place for you in the new world, and then - it will be done."

The corona of the black sun rose and fell slowly, and a gentle, low, trembling voice came from the layers of flesh and blood: "I will light a beacon for you. In the night sky, you must sail towards the brightest direction."

"Okay, see you then."

"see you then."

……

The night is eternal, mist shrouds the city, solidified clouds hang low as if within reach, cold fills the world, the gas lamps neatly arranged on the roadside are still emitting bright light, but the flames in the lampshades are frozen and no longer emit any heat.

Heidi wrapped herself tightly in her coat - although she didn't quite understand why she had to wear such thick clothes, her instinct made her decide to "keep warm", even though she could no longer remember what "cold" meant.

She hurried across the lamplit streets, showed her pass as she passed the sheriff's post, and continued walking toward her home.

There are sparse pedestrians on the road, some of them are going to factories, and some are going out shopping. Compared with the beginning of the long night, there are obviously more people going out now - it seems that as time goes by, the people in the city-state have gradually adapted to the night.

But even so, compared with those days when "everything was normal", the city is now much quieter.

Heidi ignored the passers-by who were walking slowly in the mist, and just kept her head down and hurried on. Occasionally, she would hear some chaotic noises coming from the street or the next block, which sounded like someone was fighting or roaring in fear. Sometimes she would even see fully armed church guards appearing in the fog and clashing with some panic-stricken passers-by, but she would quickly look away and not pay attention to these things.

When passing a street lamp, Heidi looked up and saw a flyer posted on the lamp post with a few simple words written on it:

"Sea waves, death, the temperature of fire - if you see and understand these words, please go to the shelter in XX block or XX block immediately to receive help. Don't panic, stay calm, there are still people protecting you."

Heidi frowned, looking at the crooked, unrecognizable symbols.

She vaguely felt that she seemed to have seen such graffiti near her home frequently recently.

But that's nothing to be concerned about.

She turned her head and continued walking towards home through the cold fog.

(End of this chapter)