Fist of Imagination

Liang De put away the pen and paper and helped Oldman, who was lying on the ground crying and fussing after the roar.

Sure enough, literature still requires a little talent.

Although the articles are brilliant, not every poor person can write a famous work, otherwise I should have become a famous writer long ago.

There are so many dandy children whose families are in trouble, but there is only one Cao Xueqin.

There is no hope for this brother. He has wasted the opportunity to travel through this fixed mission at public expense, and he can only admit that he is unlucky.

Liang De helped Oldman back to the sofa. Just as he was about to let go, the brown-haired young man on the verge of collapse suddenly grabbed his shoulders and said with a firm voice:

"I don't believe I'm living in a dream!

This is all just your illusion!

You are the omnipotent messenger of God, and all this is just a lie you spun to let me create classic literature!

The empire is real, my family is real, I am not a dream! "

Liang De sighed and said: "Brother, your 'brain in a vat' conjecture is interesting, but if I am really omnipotent, how can I make you wake up and realize this?

Besides, if your empire is real, there should be quite a few literary masters in the empire. Wouldn’t it be great if I went to find them? Are you famous in the literary world?

According to the setting of the false memory, you are a son of a noble, and you must have received an education in art. I am not going to talk about legendary epics. Now you can hum an imperial ditty. Can you hum it?

Come on, I'll give you a tune, the red sun is rolling down the western slope - come on! "

Oldman's face changed again and again, and finally became ashen and dejected, like a lifeless dead leaf.

He knew what the ditty meant, and he also knew that the empire must have ditty, but his mind was empty and he couldn't think of any melody at all.

Liang De sat back on the sofa opposite Oldman and said:

“It’s a matter of resource allocation.

The dream world of Essence is like a multi-colored pomegranate. Ten thousand different dreams are running in this world at the same time. The world resources mobilized by each dream are limited.

So it's normal to cut corners. It's impossible for the world to compile a complete set of detailed settings for you, a dead NPC. You can't go anywhere anyway by lying on the Gobi Desert. Your thinking is basically a simple formula. I'll just throw in some memories for you to fool you. Just one click will do.

If I hadn't interrupted you, you would probably have read The End of the World again. "

Oldman's dry eyes reflected the empty sky, and he didn't speak for a long time.

This guy has been deeply polluted by Lingnan dialect outside the Guanhai Pass, and now he has no passion. He probably won't be able to create any famous literary works.

Liang De opened his tablet and browsed the list of known worlds, thinking about which world he would change to do the mission after the world-crossing gate restarted in five days.

Literary work is hard to do. The Oldman Collapse I'm filming now is totally useless and probably won't be worth a few crystal clusters. I'm guessing I'll have to make a minimum salary this month.

"Liang...Mr. Liang." Oldman put his hands on the table and approached Liang De and said:

"Is there anything you can do to prevent the destruction of this dream?"

Mr. Liang has always been ruthless towards useless people. He looked at the tablet without raising his head and said:

“I told you resources are limited.

The illithid 'Convulsive Pain' dreams every day, sometimes several at a time. Once its new dream is reflected in the sky, the earliest dream generated in the Dream World of Essence will be destroyed immediately, so that it can rest on the remains of the old dream. Generate new dreams.

This dream has turned into the color of a rotten tomato. It will be over in twenty days at most. There is no hope. You can just wait for death. "

Oldman still refused to give up and continued to ask:

“So, do you have a way for me to continue to survive after the world is shattered?

Mr. Liang, maybe in your eyes I am just an inferior tool made by the Creator, with only a false past and a poor life, but to me, I am also a person of flesh and blood. "

Liang De raised his head, he was a little confused and said:

"Brother, why are you living? I have seen people who live for their loved ones, people who live for responsibility, and people who live for love, but you don't have any of these... It stands to reason that you don't You should have such a strong desire to survive.

I have also checked your body, and it turns out that there is almost no biological instinct written into it. It is an empty blank slate.

Brother, why do you want to live so much? "

"Do you need a reason to live?" Oldman asked.

"Don't you need it?"

"do you need?"

"Don't you need it?"

"do you need?"

Liang De was speechless.

Yes, do you need a reason to live?

No matter what mission he was given when he was created, no matter how he was created, he has awakened and is a human being of flesh and blood.

When did I start to feel like I was an extraordinary person?

I'm just an ordinary person struggling in the vast world and trying to get home. There's nothing special about me. Stop pretending to be a ruthless boss. Damn Liang Feifan.

Liang De laughed at himself, thought about it seriously and said to Oldman:

“Brother, even if you don’t need a reason to live, how can I help you live?

I can't prevent the destruction of this dream, and I can't use the boundary gate to take you away.

You are not a Jie Yuan traveler, and you cannot travel through the worlds at will without the approval of Jie Yuan. Otherwise, taking you away will only cost an extra 50 crystal clusters. I can still afford this amount of money. Although you, Brother Liang, may be short of money, you are not particularly short of money. You will not be short of this little money. "

Oldman was like a burning dry grass, with a tenacious light in his eyes.

"You just said..."

"Don't be so casual, brother, there's no need to do this."

Liang De handed Oldman a cigarette and lit it.

"Relax, say what you want to say."

Oldman imitated Liang De and took a puff of the cigarette, coughed violently a few times, and his face flushed.

"...Brother Liang, you just said that this world is made up of 10,000 dreams. These dreams are destroyed one by one in the order of their generation, and then new dreams are generated on the wreckage.

I can't leave this world, so can I leave this dream and go to another dream?

As long as I keep shuttling between dreams, jumping from the world that is about to be destroyed to the new world, can't I live forever?"

Liang De rubbed the stubble on his chin and thought for a while, and said:

"Your body is a little weak, it's not impossible for me to change it for you, but the problem is...you can't see the color of another dream in a dream, and there is no way to determine what state a dream is in.

If it weren't for this, I would have run away long ago, and I wouldn't stay here to chat with you."

Seeing that O'Deman was a little confused, Liang De explained:

"Every dream is connected to all other dreams. Every time you cross the border, you may step into a dream that is being destroyed. As long as you are touched, you can't escape even if you want to."

"For me, it's better than waiting to die here, isn't it."

O'Deman smiled and stretched out his hand to Liang De.

"Brother Liang, help me."

You have a strong ability to learn languages...

Brother Liang held Brother Odman's hand and said:

"Brother, I can help you. A friend of mine once said that if you meet someone who wants to live, you should help him if you can. I admire him.

But I have two things to tell you first."

"Brother, go ahead. I'm listening."

"First, my academic philosophy is based on practicality. Unless you know the body very well, there will definitely be discrepancies in the modification.

To modify your body to the strength that can transcend dreams, it is definitely not what you are now. Objectively speaking, there is a high probability that your appearance will not be the same after the modification. It will be too human-like, are you willing to do that? "

"No problem, Brother Liang, didn't you say that I was born and raised as an orphan, and I just look like a human. I have no blood relationship with ordinary humans, so it doesn't matter what I look like."

"Secondly, brother, even if you can survive by traveling through dreams, your future life, everything you encounter, and everyone you know are all fake, and the longest shelf life will not exceed 10,000 days.

I imagined this kind of life, and it feels quite empty. Can you bear it? "

"It's okay, Brother Liang."

Oderman stood up and took off the small blue camera on Liang De's neck and hung it on his own neck.

"I have already thought of what I want to do."

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