Ultra: I am too old to inherit the light of the sky

"you are?"

I asked the question, but I didn't need the other party to respond. I already had the answer in my heart.

With a chuckle, the other party turned his head, looked at the body of destruction, and sighed slightly.

"I dream of the mountains, don't you realize it yet?"

"You are a quantum scientist, don't you understand what is in front of you?"

"Illusion and reality."

"In this [script], a hero is needed, and you, the [hero], seem to be a bit unworthy of the title."

After saying this, the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared.

I dreamed that I had a headache.

He seemed to have forgotten something again.

"What just happened?"

Forgetting the old man once again, I looked ahead and suddenly realized something.

"wrong!"

He turned his head and looked at his own Earth again.

It seems that, apart from the impact caused by the opponent's power, the opponent's gravity and other physical information had no effect on the earth!

The gravity caused by the moon's tides alone is enough to cause the ocean to surge. It doesn't make sense that an entire planet could appear so close to us without causing any impact on our own planet.

From this, a terrible idea appeared in my dream brain.

"Could it be that……"

"The planet in front of us doesn't exist?"

This idea was so terrifying that it seemed a bit absurd to me.

The Earth that doesn't exist!?

……

Thirty years ago, the thirty-year-old [Gumiko Takayama] stood in front of the dimension-traveling machine he developed, wiped the sweat off his face, and smiled at Fujimiya who was assisting him.

"Fujimiya, according to my calculations, I have eliminated all variables, so it should be OK."

I Meng had a big smile on my face, "This time, I don't think there will be any problem traveling through a world."

"Hopefully."

Fujimiya Hiroya, who was helping Memu with the experiment, sighed, and the other members of Alchemy Star beside him also seemed a little bored.

They couldn't understand why I was always obsessed with the topic of plane-travelling machines.

But since it was the topic of my dream, they didn't have any objections. After all, they were also very curious about other universes.

But after experiencing thousands of failures and debugging, they no longer felt any response to the chicken soup that my dream gave them.

"Okay, let's begin!"

I Meng sat in the plane shuttle with excitement on my face. When the hatch was closed, the bright smile on my Meng's face gradually disappeared, and a bit of depth appeared in my eyes.

His data is correct.

Every so-called debugging is actually just a pretense. It looks like he is doing the calculations, but he just puts the data back up.

I'm a little tired after performing it thousands of times.

But I discovered a problem from this point.

He found……

His world seemed a little strange.

Why can't I travel to other universes when the data is completely standard and there are absolutely no errors?

This is absolutely impossible.

As for whether my data is calculated incorrectly?

joke!

How could his calculations be wrong?

This is the absolute confidence that comes from the absolute genius on earth.

Fake scientist: My experiment failed. It must be because I didn’t control the variables well this time.

Real scientist: There is absolutely no problem with my data. The problem is the world.

So, I have never stopped exploring this data.

What he didn't tell the members of Alchemy Star was that every time he was about to travel through time successfully, the time machine would report an error - and it was not an error indicating a failed travel.

It's as if it didn't detect the existence of the universe.

A more precise description would be.

The way he travels through time is to build a bridge from his own universe to another universe, and he can rely on the gravitational waves between the two to travel through space.

only……

No matter how accurately we capture the gravitational waves from another universe, we are unable to build a bridge.

"Ah……"

[Inside the cabin, I raised my head and sneered, "The underlying logic of this world seems to be somewhat interesting."]

These are the words that Fujimiya saw after he opened the secret safe in the other person's room twenty years later after Ime died.

"What does that mean? Writing in the third person?"

Fujimiya frowned, stroked the beard on his chin, and was soon attracted by my dream. The experiment that day is still clearly visible.

Because at that time, this was the last time that Yi Meng conducted this experiment. From then on, he announced to the outside world that he would give up research in the field of quantum physics and turn to make drastic improvements in biological and environmental sciences.

It soon became a landmark in biological and environmental sciences.

"Is there anything about that day that I don't know about?"

Sitting hunched over on the chair where I Meng had always sat, Fujimiya opened my notebook and seemed to have noticed something.

Difference in underlying logic?

[Every story needs a hero, and the counterpart of a hero is an enemy, or a villain.]

[Rather than saying that heroes are indispensable, it is better to say that villains are truly indispensable. ]

[If I think about it carefully, I always feel that there is some deviation in my memory. If I really want to be serious, it is difficult for me to recall some things. ]

[For example, if I set the time in my memory to an unimportant moment, I would find that the memory at that time was a little fuzzy.]

[You must try hard to recall, and then you will notice that the memory is gradually becoming clearer. ]

[This is something that is very unlikely to happen to me, but it did happen.]

Fujimiya fell into deep thought. He did not have any objection to Yi Meng's self-promotion. After all, photographic memory was a rare talent for ordinary people, but it was only the threshold for their Alchemy Star.

Genius is just the threshold to becoming a member of the Alchemy Star.

After trying what I dreamed about, Fujimiya raised his eyebrows, as if it was just as my dream said.

For him, a scientist who could build Chrysis, it seemed more like a procedural adjective.

That word is called, module loading.

[Yes, Fujimiya, by the time you see this, I should have died.]

[As for death? You don't really think those insects can do anything to me, do you?]

What do you mean?

Fujimiya was stunned. Could it be that he was still alive in my dream?

Thinking of this, Fujimiya Hiroya's old face showed a bit more excitement.

However, the notebook has already turned to the last page.

The excitement on Fujimiya Hiroya's face faded a little, and he laughed a little complicatedly.

Yes, he saw his best friend's coffin with his own eyes, how could he be alive?

just.

In the next second, the expression on Fujimiya Hiroya's face suddenly froze, full of disbelief.

Suddenly, a line of words appeared on the last blank page.

[Commit suicide quickly. I have discovered the truth of this world and need your help. —— Gao Shan Wo Meng. 】

"Suicide? Are you crazy?"

Fujimiya Hiroya said this subconsciously.

【Not crazy. ——I dream of the mountains.】

"..."

The old man's face showed a bit of astonishment, but he didn't feel anything weird, because he believed that even if his best friend turned into a ghost, he would never do anything to him.

This is the confidence between the two.

"In that case, your disciple..."

[It doesn't matter. Zog is the key to the plan. Just commit suicide. —— Gao Shan Wo Meng. 】

"..."

To be honest, asking someone to commit suicide is a bit hard to accept, but it doesn't matter.

He glanced at the dark green sky outside the window and laughed.

Indeed, the reality has come to this point, and it doesn’t matter if I die.

Three days later, Professor Fujimiya ended his eventful life accompanied by his family and Zog.