Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

In York's eyes at this moment, the old man looked completely empty.

But it is not nothingness. It is like a combination of holy light, without the feeling of a substantial object.

Yes, in his eyes, the old man was really just a ball of light, just light, just like the sunlight seen by human eyes, it seemed very unreal.

"Old man, who are you?" York said with a wry smile.

"Can you tell me now?"

This guy can move freely in his calculation space. Obviously, the old man is at least stronger than him, or at least he is a person from the previous dimension, so there is no impact.

"What do you think, kid?" The old man just kept smiling.

"You've made rapid progress! It's beyond my expectation. I thought it would take at least some time for you to reach this level."

"If you don't tell me, I will admit that you are God." York rolled his eyes and walked to the old man.

"But I'm curious, can you hear me when I pray normally?"

Gregory smiled and said nothing.

York was speechless, his expression was a little obvious, but he also became a little confused. He came to the old man and looked out the window with him.

At this moment, everything outside was in a state of stillness, as if the entire world had been paused by his hand.

The old man didn't say anything, but York didn't say anything either, he just quietly felt the current state that was constantly upgrading.

When his spiritual consciousness directly ascended to another dimension, he was actually constantly changing every moment, as if everything was integrated to finally form this situation.

However, his experience of his own system seemed like something of a higher dimension, as if someone in the painting added something to him who was still in the painting.

For example, if there is a black dot on the drawing paper, then the world it is in is a zero-dimensional world, which is equivalent to there being nothing, no size, no space, and no time.

It's just a small dot drawn simply by the person in three dimensions.

When the person in three dimensions draws countless points and connects them, a two-dimensional world is formed. The most powerful example of this is the ordinary ants in the eyes of humans.

Because in the eyes of ants, there are only planes and they cannot perceive any three-dimensional feeling, just as a person in three-dimensional world cannot perceive the four-dimensional world.

It cannot be perceived and cannot be explained.

The important thing is that, to be precise, ants themselves are three-dimensional, because they are three-dimensional creatures, but they can only perceive everything in the two-dimensional world, but cannot perceive the three-dimensional world, so in a sense they are two-dimensional creatures, and when they can perceive the three-dimensional world, they become three-dimensional creatures.

The same is true for humans. In a sense, humans evolved from a point, then to countless points and lines, and then evolved to make a flat surface three-dimensional like a 3D movie.

In other words, he was transformed from a three-dimensional creature into a certain dimension.

"Old man, I roughly understand it," York smiled at the old man who raised him.

"Hmm?" Gregory's face was full of kindness, and his eyes looking at York became a little softer.

"In the previous archives, those saints or Irene are your incarnations, right? Just like humans drawing a dot on a piece of paper?"

Gregory's smile gradually widened: "Kid, in fact, you are right."

"Sure enough." York sighed, "This is the first time I feel how weak I am. I thought I was very strong, but it turns out that a small black dot you just randomly drew can turn the world upside down."

York thought of the Sognefjord area and all the memories of the Kingdom of Norway, then he smiled, with a hint of self-mockery on his face.

It turns out that the longest and deepest fjord in the world, with a total length of 204 kilometers and a maximum depth of 1308 meters, and the highest mountain on the edge of the fjord is even 2405 meters, was caused by a black spot drawn by some big guy.

This is fucking.
York couldn't help but curse inwardly. This was really too hurtful. In the end, he had become a frog in a well, only able to see what was in front of him, and regarded everything in front of him as the only size of the world.

"Old man, this is the first time I really feel my own insignificance." Yorks looked at the still world outside and couldn't help but sigh.

"So what am I, you or your toy?"

Gregory shook his head. "No, you are unique, intrinsically more special than anything I have created, no."

Gregory said this, smiled and said seriously: "Maybe about the same as me."

York was stunned for a moment and frowned at the old man. He didn't understand what this meant.

"Just like you said, in front of my eyes, everything in this world is what I casually drew on a piece of paper."

York's brow slowly relaxed.

"But you are not. Instead, you appeared out of thin air without any roots or sources. You did not pass through anyone's hands, nor were you created by anyone." Gregory got up from the wheelchair. His appearance changed into that of a very young man, but he did not have any facial features, any specific expressions, or any substantial feelings. He had no body and turned directly into a real man of light.

It's like it appeared out of nowhere without any roots or source.

"So I discovered you the first moment you were born." There was a hint of tenderness in his voice.

York pursed his lips and said, "It's like when a human sees his own drawing paper. He doesn't move at all, but a black dot appears, connected lines appear, and a three-dimensional image appears?"

"Kid, you are so smart." The light man reappeared in the image of old man Gregory.

"If you're talking about feelings, that's roughly the case."

This made York's eyebrows twitch a few times.

"Old man, if you can do this, then what are these so-called world cracks?"

"Just like you said, those world cracks were also drawn by me." Gregory said with a smile.

"Including the worlds connected by these cracks, the channels can actually be equal to those drawn by me, and the restrictions are also set by me."

"Why?" York was silent for a moment and then asked.

"Of course, it is to help you improve your strength as quickly as possible and reach the world where I am." Gregory put away his smile, his voice still gentle, and turned to look at all the still things in front of him.

"Because I'm too lonely."

As soon as these words came out, York could inexplicably hear the endless emptiness, endless desolation, and endless indifference.
“No wonder, only when I tell stories will there be this so-called 0.5 available attribute points.” York said with a wry smile.

"So that's why, old man, why don't you just increase my strength?"

However, Gregory said seriously: "The only thing waiting for you is death, and everything will disappear. Just like what you said, humans who can control the one-dimensional world and the two-dimensional world cannot perceive the fourth dimension. The mismatch of spiritual consciousness cannot withstand that kind of pressure."

York twitched the corner of his mouth. This old man's words were really rude.

"Okay old man so where am I now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man smiling, as if he was really congratulating him.

"Congratulations, you have reached the fourth dimension and are one step closer to me."

"This is fucking..." York looked at the old man who seemed to be really congratulating him, and he didn't know where to vent his frustration. (End of this chapter)