Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 6 "Hello."

Simmons dodged it skillfully, and then pierced his wrist with sharp nails, blood spurted out, turned into a chain, and bound his wife.

The wife began to struggle violently, the thin wings of insects on her back pierced the newly recovered pajamas, and the carapaces on her arms, like praying mantises, tried hard to separate the red chains on her body.

But it's useless, Simmons can guarantee that he will not miss, after all, he has trapped his wife in chains hundreds of times in nightmares.

In the beginning, he would occasionally break free, but as the number of nightmare reincarnations increased, each time Simmons would learn more knowledge, control and reduce his own alienation, and his strength had already left his out-of-control wife far away.

"Don't worry, honey."

Simmons's one-eyed eyes were full of gentleness and love, and he stroked his wife's pale hair with his black-haired palm like a beast.

Feeling his wife rubbing gently in his palm, Simmons knew she was acting like a baby.

The wife still loves herself, which doesn't conflict with her wanting to eat herself.

Simmons said softly: "Honey, take a good rest, and I will bring you the food for this nightmare later."

With that said, he got out of bed, stepping on the carpet with his withered feet.Go to your closet, put on baggy clothes, and put on a hood that hides your face.

Simmons is very fortunate that the mutation in his lower body is not serious, otherwise he might not even be able to wear his pants, which would be too shameful.

Finally, he picked up the metal walking stick he was leaning on by the door, and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as he went out, Simmons raised his cane and used its sharp bottom to pierce the head of the butler who was standing by the door.

Today's butler has the same ferocious head as his wife, belonging to the same mutation.But his lower body was more mutated, like a mosquito's lower body full of blood, bulging into a ball.

Simmons glanced at the butler who fell to the ground indifferently. His wife's mutation was that she was attacked by the housekeeper when she wanted to go out in a nightmare.

But after a long time, even the flame of hatred in his heart could not be lit.

"It's still kind of annoying to have to clean up the house of runaway lunatics every time you wake up."

Simmons' boot stepped over the still twitching body of the housekeeper, expertly walked into every room on every floor of his house, and once again killed cooks, sons, daughters, servants, gardeners...preventing them from being killed after he left , attacked his wife.

It wasn't until his wife was the only living creature left in the entire mansion that he left those corpses for his wife to eat with blood all over his body.He came to the outside of the courtyard and sealed the gate firmly with the chain formed by blood.

The reason why he didn't kill his wife was because every time death came to a new nightmare, he would wake up at the same time as others.

If you are killed right after waking up, and then you are killed the next time you wake up, physically, you may die hundreds or even thousands of times in a short period of time.

That kind of stimulation was too painful, and Simmons didn't want his wife to bear it. He would rather let her live a little longer every day to calm the fear of the last death.

Moreover, he has long seen clearly that the only way to end the nightmare is to hope for God's forgiveness... Otherwise, no matter how many nightmares he experiences, he will not be able to escape from such a terrifying cycle of reincarnation.

Simmons walked at a fork in the road, and almost had to go to the library habitually again.

This is a habit thousands of times in the past... But now he has already memorized all the books in the entire city backwards.

Therefore, the direction he is walking now is the square in the center of the city.

I have to draw a seal that can communicate with the gods again... that is hard work.

Fortunately, in every nightmare, as long as the disaster does not appear, even if hundreds of hours pass, the time will still remain at night, and he doesn't need to worry about wasting time.

However, Simmons suddenly felt that the road he walked today was a little too smooth?

In the past, when I just went to the square, I needed to kill seven werewolves, more than 20 lunatics, six dogs, and four huge blood-sucking monsters. These were almost fixed.

Occasionally, I will meet hunters. If they are normal hunters, they will say hello to each other. If they are abnormal hunters, they will have to fight, and sometimes they may be killed.

But today... I didn't encounter any monsters along the way.

The streets are quiet, and among the exquisite buildings, there is only hazy mist and towering moonlight.

Suddenly, Simmons' bloody one eye looked at the moon suspiciously.

Is the moon... smaller?
After all, according to normal time, Simmons may have been staring at the same moon for more than ten years, and he can still detect such drastic changes.

Confused, Simmons finally came to the central square.

I saw countless corpses and wreckage piled up together, the buildings around the square were also dilapidated, and even the ground was not restored to its original level.

Obviously... There was a big battle here before, and I was dealing with those out-of-control lunatics at home at the time, so I didn't notice the movement here.

After all, in the nightmares of the past, when I first woke up, it was the most chaotic, and I could hear screaming and screaming all the time, nothing unusual.

Only this time, things are different?

There was no ups and downs in Simmons' heart, it was just another terrible disaster that wanted to take his life away.

He walked slowly into the square, only then did he notice that there was no blood on the ground.

Most of the corpses were frozen into ice cubes and shattered into countless particles.It made the scene where the corpses were strewn all over the field look less disgusting.

"Is anyone still awake?"

A voice sounded from an alley radiating out from the square.

Simmons raised his head, and saw a bald giant with a cold expression and a sharp ax coming out from the source of the sound.

"Strange, didn't there were so many people calling me here before? What about you people? Where did you go..."

"?"

Simmons had to admit that at this moment, his heart twitched.

What does the other party mean?
We are here to summon him... Could it be that the sign I wrote was wrong?

No, in my own description, it is clear: "The existence above the world, the ruler of all living beings, the ruler of all living beings, the Judgment Day that plunged the whole world into the abyss, represents the eternal existence of power. The galaxy is not as good as you. What if The greatness of the world, the universe is nothing but your dream, please grant us a real death, to show your kindness." Such a passage.

Even if you can't find your target, it shouldn't fall on this man...

Although the other party looked extremely normal, there was not a single mutated part of his body, and he looked like an ordinary person.

Such ordinaryness, placed in this city, is incomparably eye-catching and conspicuous, and it can be called the biggest weirdness.

And Simmons can indeed feel the unspeakable strength from this strong man, and the pressure as if facing a mountain.

But how can such pressure compare with a monster that completely changes its life form at a glance?

People who have experienced such nightmares may be desperate and crazy, but when faced with conventional and understandable forces, they will no longer be afraid.

Simmons couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?"

The strong man didn't turn his head, but immediately turned his whole body around, looking a little stiff.

The other party was silent for a moment before speaking again: "I... am the individual who changed your world. This is not what I want, I am very sorry."

It's just that when the voice appeared, neither the expression nor the mouth of the strong man changed at all. The voice seemed to be born out of nothing in the air and spread by itself.

In countless nightmares, Simmons has seen similar situations. The biggest possibility is that this seemingly ordinary strong man is actually just a puppet controlled by the people behind the scenes.

Not an abstract puppet, but a puppet like a marionette, a puppet that needs to be manipulated in the true sense to act.

Generally speaking, for such a guy, the puppets are very powerful, but they themselves are very weak.

But Simmons did not speak harshly. His numb heart had no interest in ridicule, and he just said straightforwardly: "Really? Then please eliminate the changes to our world."

It wasn't that he believed what the other party said, it was just that he didn't bother to question it.

You say yes, as long as you can do what you say, whether it is true or not, Simmons doesn't care at all.

It's like a person who is about to starve to death, facing the missionary with bread, will not question whether God exists at all.As long as you can give yourself a bite to eat, the other party can believe that you are God.

The voice was silent for another moment. During the process, Simmons noticed the bald man holding the giant blue ax in front of him, staring intently at the front. He seemed to be breathing, but no air was actually taken into his body.

It really is a puppet.

He felt more and more disappointed in his heart, and the slightest sense of expectation was almost gone.

At this time, the voice sounded again: "I hope so too...but I just wanted to communicate with you before, and I destroyed half of your starry sky. I don't know how to do it."

Simmons froze for a moment, then looked up again.

Sure enough... In the starry sky, there was only a lone moon left, and all the stars behind it disappeared!
Simmons doesn't know the speed of light, nor how vast the universe is. According to common sense, the destruction of a star must wait for the light to reach the earth at least before he can notice its disappearance.

But Zhang Zicheng's previous greeting, the vibration that spread to the whole universe, even the photons transmitted in the vacuum became extremely chaotic, which is equivalent to refreshing the transmission of light in the entire universe, and forcibly created the black area of ​​the universe.

Not only the half of the galaxy that he destroyed, but even the rest of the galaxy and the earth can't be seen now, until the light comes across the long distance again.

But precisely because he didn't understand all this, Simmons didn't question it.

He took a deep breath, the hand holding the pointed iron staff trembled slightly, and asked: "You said, did you try to communicate earlier, did you mean... the 'NNNN——' I heard?"

Zhang Zicheng was a little puzzled, and sent a voice to his trumpet again, asking the system to reduce the dimensionality of the voice bar: "What I said at the time was 'Hello'. Well, you probably died before hearing the follow-up syllable... I'm sorry, but your universe is just too fragile."

Hello? 'you'?
It does seem to start with an N-sounding syllable...

While he was thinking about it, Simmons suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, and suddenly noticed a terrifying thing!

What the other party said was obviously a language that he had never heard before, but he could understand it!

The combination of all the syllables is obviously an unfamiliar vocabulary, but I actually fully understand the meaning of it!
(End of this chapter)