Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 3
Zhang Zicheng is not stupid, the system only explained this sentence, and he understood it.

Perhaps this low-dimensional world might have been harmonious, but when I was playing the game, I uncontrollably received relevant information from the high-dimensional world, and it happened to be compatible with their original worldview, which eventually led to this strange appearance .

He looked at these people in the picture: "So now they are trying to call the gods who changed their universe, so as to save their own world?"

[Yes, it is precisely because they are using special rituals in their own world to make communication requests that the system locates here when randomly displaying scenes. 】

Zhang Zicheng felt more and more interesting, and asked, "Then what should I do? How can I help them get rid of this worldview?"

The system was silent for a while, and then said blankly: [The database is damaged, no corresponding solution was found. 】

Can be ok.

The system can't do anything about it, and Zhang Zicheng is naturally more awkward. If there is no system, he is just an ordinary social animal. How can he know how to change the low-dimensional world?

I can't lower my dimension and beat the evil gods violently. If I really want to go down, I'm afraid that another hair will explode the universe, and human beings and evil gods will end together.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zicheng suddenly had an idea.

Not an object the size of a hair... what about something smaller?

Like... cells?
Zhang Zicheng tentatively asked, "System, can you reduce the dimensionality of my cells?"

Although a strand of hair can destroy the low-dimensional world, at least according to the pictures at the time, the low-dimensional world was supported for a while before it was destroyed by the huge mass of hair.

So with smaller cells, it should be fine, right?

As long as the placement is farther away from the planet.

[Cell definition, definition complete...]

After a moment of silence, the system gave the expectant Zhang Zicheng a disappointed answer: [I am very sorry, respected host, in the high-dimensional world, the system cannot interfere with microscopic things that the host itself cannot see. 】

"That's it." Zhang Zicheng frowned slightly.

But thinking about it is right, the system is alive now because it occupies a part of my consciousness, and it belongs to the hardware, so there is nothing wrong with it.

However, Zhang Zicheng didn't give up. Looking at the screen, the people inside were still chanting incomprehensible mantras.

He thought for a while, and finally said, "Then can I communicate with them?"

In any case, it is better to communicate with low-dimensional people first to see if we can discuss a plan together.

The system immediately said: [Answer the host, yes. 】

Zhang Zicheng didn't feel happy, but was vigilant: "Is it possible that the universe will be destroyed again?"

He was already terrified by the two universes that were destroyed casually before. It is not certain whether there is life in those two universes, but this universe is definitely alive, so he must be cautious.

The system said: [Based on the current volume of the host, it will not have too drastic impact on low-dimensional time and space. 】

So it will still matter?

But at least it won't destroy the world directly, Zhang Zicheng thinks it is necessary to try...

"Okay, then my voice will be quieter, you come to reduce the dimensionality of my voice..."

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As the mayor of Kola City, a coastal city, Simmons stood in the center of the square, holding a torch high, and unconsciously murmured prayers.

His mind, already in the long night, in countless times of nightmare reincarnation, turned from despair at the beginning to madness, and finally fell back to numbness.

Many things happened in Kola City. In the beginning, countless twisted limbs grew out of every inch of the city's buildings.

Those who died in their sleep were happy, they were directly crushed into plasma by the tentacles growing from the wall.

But every survivor who looked directly at those monsters had uncontrollable distortions on their bodies, and some of them also died on the spot.Some use the legs that grow out of the mouth to drag the internal organs that are all turned out, staggering and crawling painfully.

Simmons' first death, luckily in a stampede by the fugitives.

After his death, he woke up from the nightmare in an instant, only to realize that it was only nightfall.

Just when Simmons wiped off his cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything before was just a nightmare, he saw a huge fish-like webbed hand clinging to the tallest clock tower in the city outside the glass window...

The moment he saw the opponent, Simmons felt an unbearable headache, as if the instinct of the brain was resisting the gaze falling on the opponent.

There were constant warnings in his mind, and in a trance, he saw a twisted and hideous filthy thing. Although that thing had hands and feet, it was far from human form.

And on the huge blue-black head, the face turned into a chaotic mess.

Simmons' eyeballs were so sore that they almost exploded. With just one glance, his entire body began to twist from the inside, and all the musculoskeletal and internal organs of the chest cavity rotated towards the center.

Finally, amidst the severe tinnitus and severe pain, Simmons felt a "pop" in his chest...as if something had been squeezed, and then he lost all strength and fell to the ground.

Then, he woke up again from the nightmare.
Not only himself, but everyone in the city, everyone will return to the moment when the night began after death.

This kind of reincarnation has passed countless times, countless times.

The night is endless.

Every time you wake up, you will face different monsters and disasters.At the beginning, Simmons would count how many times he died in nightmares.But when he counted thousands of times, his memory also began to be chaotic, and it was no longer possible to tell when the scene of each death appeared.

Countless people have also completely lost their humanity in the process.

What's more terrifying than reincarnation is...every time you wake up, all the fatal injuries will disappear, but the pollution and mutation will be permanently preserved.

Until now, Simmons' entire upper body is still twisted together in a spiral shape...but all internal organs are still operating in this state.

He could even feel his heartbeat pumping in the lower right corner of the vortex.

Suddenly, in the midst of the chant humming in unison in the square, a shrill scream suddenly broke out.

Simmons turned his head, under the dirty hood, the skin was tangled together, and the facial features of each other could not be distinguished at all. Only the scarlet single eye exposed by the sharp sharp cut of the skin looked towards the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, Simmons saw a familiar figure. He was wearing a three-cornered hat with feathers and holding a boning knife full of thorns, and he was constantly strangling the people around here from the outside.

However, after only one glance, Simmons turned his head again, chanting prayers with the people around him numbly again.

Just another crazy hunter.

It doesn't matter even if you get killed... you will wake up from the nightmare anyway.

The so-called hunters were organized by Simmons in the early days of the nightmare reincarnation to investigate the truth of the eternal night and fight against the ever-emerging evil spirits and disasters.

Not only that, Simmons is also in the process, constantly delving into every book in every library in the city, trying to find a way to crack it.

It's a pity that the hunters got nothing from the beginning to the end in the repeated deaths. What they got was only an unstoppable mutation and animalization, and finally fell into the madness of killing any living thing.

But Simmons... He has glimpsed a trace of knowledge that he has never touched in the past in countless mysterious classics.

Perhaps in this endless night of terror, only the precious time of the past is the least valuable.

Because of knowledge, he did not completely degenerate into a beast that kills people at sight.Also because of knowledge, he sheltered many survivors who remained sane in the long cycle of reincarnation.

But time is undoubtedly cruel.

When they first faced the evil spirits, they would rise up to resist and fight against the enemy.

After the status quo did not improve, they fell into the chaos of attacking each other, blaming others, and trying to betray and seek a way out.

Until eventually those who acted differently gave up hope in their numbness after discovering that what they did never changed anything.

Those who gave up hope and struggle naturally knelt down on their knees and began to pray to the sky.

Now the magic circle under Simmons' feet and the prayer in his mouth are the last attempt in this years-long nightmare.

All the books in this city have been rummaged through, and countless countermeasures and plans have been thought of.

But when faced with the twisted monsters that appear in every nightmare... all human beings can really do is pray.

The screams got closer and closer, and the mad hunter laughed wildly, drinking blood.

But all the praying people didn't even raise their heads.

After all...after death, one will also wake up in a new nightmare.

Simmons raised his head blankly, looking at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

He paused to pray for a while, and murmured in a low voice: "God, why on earth do you want to torture your people..."

"What we look forward to is nothing but sleep and rest."

"For this...you can take away everything we have lost, our future, and what we have..."

Accompanied by a sigh, the bright moonlight suddenly experienced a slight fluctuation.

"Ok?"

Simmons wasn't sure if he was dazzled.

Immediately, with the moon as the center, the entire sky began to tremble.The light of the stars behind the moonlight is distorted, flickering and flickering.

This kind of distortion and trembling is getting bigger and bigger, and it is becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

An indescribable atmosphere enveloped the entire city.

In the city, the wild beasts that were running around stopped, and the hunters who were drinking blood raised their heads.

They saw that the stars disappeared from the sky bit by bit.

Until the whole night, there was only a sudden bright moon left, as if the incandescent lamp was dipped in pitch-black ink and lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the surroundings of the moon suddenly began to radiate a little bit of starlight different from the stars, like debris falling from its body.

At the same time, the brilliance of the moon became more and more intense, until it was like the sun, illuminating the entire earth coldly.

For the first time, Simmons felt that moonlight could be so dazzling.

But just after this unparalleled brightness...

The moon disappeared.

In the original position, only a cluster of extremely dense stardust remained.

"The moon...disappeared?"

Simmons only had time to mutter the last sentence.

Then, the earth began to tremble and everything began to disintegrate.

The sea exploded with a bang, and huge waves surged into the sky.

The mountains shattered in the tremors, and the earth cracked in the shaking.

The city was almost reduced to ashes in an instant, and every body around him exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

In Simmons' final consciousness, he couldn't even feel any pain.

Because at this moment, my whole body and mind are occupied by a voice, a thought.

"NNNNN------!!!!"

The information contained in this brilliant sound is extremely complex and mysterious, and it is completely beyond the reach of ordinary people's ears.

Such a sound, even if all the cells in one's body accept his vibrating frequency, it is far from enough.Even the whole world, the whole planet, is probably not enough.

So holy, so high, so beautiful.

For a moment, Simmons felt as if he was in a universe where only his soul existed, extremely quiet.

This quietness almost moved him.

Because there is only one voice in the whole universe now, other than that, there is no noise at all...

No quarrels, no chaos, no contrast, no ups and downs.

Therefore, there is no need to think, no need to debate, no need to speak out, no need to communicate.

This is called the sound of great sound.

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In reality, Zhang Zicheng almost went crazy looking at the picture on the screen.

"Ahhh, the system of the dog day! Didn't you say that it would not have much impact on low-dimensional? I just wanted to say 'hello'! Even speaking outside the Milky Way, I even used the lowest The volume said! Now half of the stars in the Milky Way have collapsed into pieces, and the moon has been broken into foam! The soil of the entire earth has almost been turned upside down, you tell me it’s okay?!!”

(End of this chapter)