Today's Blank is Also Unbeaten

His thoughts suddenly went out of line for no reason, and Rick returned to his senses and fell into contemplation.

The so-called rudimentary universe was obviously born out of various coincidences after he and the transmigrator's soul were thoroughly mixed, but why is it a universe at the [Superior] level?

Could it be that the traveler himself is a creature from the [Superior Universe].

That's why he knows so many things about other low-level universes, because those are all projections projected on high-level universes?

It seems to make sense now.

In fact, after getting the memory of the traveler, Rick has always had a problem in his heart.

Not only himself and Hubby, but even the other worlds he has visited, are all stories created by others in the memory of the traveler. For this reason, he was once confused.

Is he a phantom created by others, just a dummy constructed from words and thoughts, or is he a real person with his own thoughts?

This question is far more terrifying than the question of whether Rick confirms whether he is Rick or the transmigrator. It is so terrifying that he is so tenacious that he dares not go into it, and subconsciously forgets it.

After all, even if it is false, can his happiness be real?

But now that everything was broken, Rick finally let go of all his scruples and began to explore the truth.

(Is there anything special about the Highest Universe?)

"[Sigh] Let's put it this way, even the creatures in the high-level universe, even the very common and ordinary residents, can crush the so-called gods in the low-level universe with one finger, and with a single fist can kill your universal energy. The two-digit powerhouses in the small gardens in the super universe, such as Di Shitian, are beaten to pieces."

(—You are joking!)

Although it had been expected that the highest-level cosmic inhabitants would be strong, Rick couldn't help but be taken aback by the example given by the cosmic will.

Can you blow up Emperor Shitian with a single punch?

Even if he used the star cup to fill the roots of other worlds, he would not be able to do such a thing easily.

The example of the will of the universe is too exaggerated, but it makes Rick lose his sense of reality and wonder if the will of the universe is joking.

"[Denial] In fact, according to the information I got, the difference in strength is such a huge disparity, so now you have a superlative universe - although it is currently a prototype universe with only one universe's most basic star core, you have endless possibilities. !"

(Okay, I have one more thing, since I have such a cool thing in my body, why is it still written on the lack of energy?)

Rick looked at the ability table, the broken star cup subordinate ability, and wondered.

Since you have a universe for backup, why is there still insufficient energy?

"[Answer] Right now, your universe is just a newborn baby waiting to be fed. You can't supply it yourself. Do you still expect it to provide you with backup energy?"

——Well, no doubt, this cosmic consciousness must be a babysitter who dotes on children, and seeing its dissatisfaction with him, it overflows with words.

(Can't smoke at all?)

Rick asked cautiously, if he had enough energy, he would be able to do a lot now without having to make a tough and secret compromise with Satomi and his wife.

"[Dumbfounded] Have you really fallen to the point where you want to grab food from a baby's mouth? Of course, it's not impossible if you want to smoke, but I don't recommend you do it directly, there are too many unknown sequelae. Now, in the worst case, this small universe may collapse and collapse due to lack of energy and the laws of the universe are chaotic.

(Uh, what about that? I gotta need the energy activation ability, right?)

Although the current physical strength is enough, it will not be easily destroyed, and the inextinguishable soul ensures that he has a chance to rise again, but if he does not activate other abilities, Rick is still a little insecure.

After all, immortality doesn't mean he won't be abused by others. He doesn't like being treated as a sandbag or sealed somewhere for tens of thousands of years.

Then he will go crazy.

"[Answer] Pick up your old job and snatch the roots from other worlds."

(...Do you think that with my current strength, I can beat the consciousness of other worlds and grab the root from their hometown? Or do you think I can do the root holder?)

Rick is still very conscious of his current strength. As far as his current strength is concerned, he was only abused by those who have something to do with the root cause.

It's not that he is too weak... well, it has something to do with this, the key is that he is now at the home court. Although he now has a high-level cosmic shelter and is not suppressed by the opponent, he can't stand the lack of water in his water tank. With a vast ocean.

"[Question] What do you think is the root cause?"

Suddenly, Rick's cosmic consciousness raised an inexplicable question.

(The constituent basis of a world, isn't it?)

"[Yes] The standard answer, but do you know? The root contains the past, present, and future of a universe. The way you obtain the root is not only to seize the world's will, the root holder, but also to collect the root that contains the root. Ignorance objects, drastically changing their established future, distorting cause and effect, and trying to steal the source of leakage from it, both of which are easier and more convenient ways to obtain the source.”

(Is that still the case! How do you know so much? According to what you said, you should only be a part of me, right?)

The Legend of Lu Mao

In love with a wild horse, there is no grassland at home

Love is a light that makes people panic

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It is said that a fifth of the Amazon rainforest has been lost.

But Lu Mao thinks this is not a problem, because as long as he is planted in the Amazon, the green rainforest will be reborn.

I heard that the pollution of the Yellow River is half worse than before.

But Lu Mao felt that this was not a problem, because as long as he washed his hair in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, the Yellow River would glow with beautiful green.