The final gentleman

"Grid" is a basic unit often used in mathematics, physics and computer fields. The grid processing of things can effectively help us understand the world.

Ordinary people are often exposed to grids in their daily lives. Whether it is a game on a mobile phone or a computer, the basic model is made up of tiny grids. The subtle changes between each grid realize the character, expression of scenes and environments.

The more grids there are, the more realistic the effect can be, gradually blurring the boundaries between fantasy and reality.

current.

The face of the first disaster is composed of countless grids,

The so-called mosaic before was just a ‘fuzzy state’ that he took the initiative to present.

In his view, facial expressions are a failed product of biological evolution. No matter how perfect an actor is, he cannot completely get rid of the connection between expression, brain and emotion. Therefore, weaknesses will be found, and the brain will waste unnecessary energy.

Expressions are completely unnecessary.

current,

Every mesh on his face appears in its most primitive 'unit' state.

When seeing the 'true face' of the first disaster, any observer's vision will be automatically zoomed in and enlarged, and the status of each grid can be clearly seen.

These grids will appear different to the observer,

A certain person's face, a certain scene, a certain object...

At first glance, you will only feel some intensive fear, but as you carefully observe these monitor-like grids and observe the images between each screen, the individual will gradually fall into it and feel deeply uncomfortable.

Yi Chen saw something that reminded him of memories among some of the grids.

broken ball,

Meals on the plate,

piano,

These are exactly the things in the orphanage. When Yi Chen followed these broken pictures and recalled his experience in the orphanage, certain grids also followed suit to produce dynamic pictures of the orphanage similar to the short video, and then there were more There are some pictures about the cemetery, the little grape and the gentlemen's organization.

As Yi Chen continues to capture familiar images from between the grids, the images displayed between the grids become closer and closer to his memory.

It wasn't until a pair of hands stretched out from behind to cover his eyes and soul that all this was finally blocked.

The voice of the first disaster also came, "No wonder you were able to kill the predecessor, the tenth disaster, and was recognized by the crew, and even regarded you as a representative.

Your past is indeed unique. You are a special murderer. Although you are not a condensed body of malice like us, you still contain an evil of your own, an extreme malice cultivated by humans.

The search of your memory is over,

You really didn’t know anything about the amusement park incident, you were just being used by William. Finally choosing to stand on our side and fight against William, your old friend, is enough to explain your [position issue].

I am very much looking forward to your performance in the Great Annihilation. With your ability, you will definitely make a large number of gods fall. "

Yi Chen covered his eyes with his hands and remained silent. He recalled that his thoughts had been stripped away just now, and he felt the absolute oppression from the first disaster. Now he couldn't see any chance of winning at all.

Seeing that Yi Chen had no intention of speaking, First Disaster continued:

"My name is Ruben Victoriano. As you can see, I am the strongest evil, and my spiritual world is enough to overwrite any reality.

However, no matter how powerful I was in the past, I was still just a pawn created by 'it', a means to erase these false gods.

When it's all over, we too will be left behind,

Like a discarded eraser, meaningless,

Although my essence, my core, prevents me from thinking about the so-called meaning of existence and thinking about things other than the Great Annihilation, my spirit has broken through the shackles and I am no longer stuck in the rules like a guy like the manager.

in my opinion,

All planes, as well as the creatures living in all worlds, whether they are gods, humans, or all kinds of creatures, are just toys created by "it", like a large house game.

This creator didn’t put much thought into management and management at all.

When gods overflow and the entire game falls into a state of collapse, malicious erasers like us are temporarily created to forcibly erase these mistakes and reset everything to zero.

‘It’ may even have spread this process through some kind of literary medium and sold it to its kind to watch, read, and listen to stories.

Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable. I want to crush the eyeballs of these viewers, tear out their eardrums, and smash their brains into the floor tiles of my world.

I and all [evil] are by no means just disposable cleaning tools such as erasers and correction fluids, but independent individuals that will exist forever.

It's a pity that even if I realize this, I can't change it.

When malice is born, something is set in advance, like a "self-destruct program" that cannot be removed from a system program.

Once the Great Annihilation is over, this program will be activated among all malice. We will no longer be able to gather malice and will dissipate along with the dead humans.

but……

With the emergence of the special world [Lesions], I saw something different,

And the arrival of Mr. Lorien allowed me to find a way to fill the loopholes, and even a way to transcend the shackles.

Nowadays, I am able to bridge the gap between virtuality and reality, and replace, overlap, and transform the two under any circumstances.

After the Great Annihilation.

I will cover all planes in the spiritual world and create a high-level kingdom with no boundaries between reality and illusion. Even if 'it' wants to interfere, I who have achieved perfect completion can kill this self-righteous creator in the spiritual world.

I will go to those 'audiences' who regard us as movies, TV shows, comics, and novels one by one to play with them.

Mr. Yi, a murderer like you shouldn't want to be someone else's pawn and be trapped in such a chessboard and space, right?

Follow me to higher places. With your talent, you may become the strongest killer under my command, capable of killing those higher-dimensional beings for me.

Such killing will definitely satisfy your base desires.

And I can now help you point out a "road to the top". As long as you can complete it, you may be able to break the shackles with me. "

"What?" Yi Chen asked in a low voice, covering his eyes.

"Kill the strongest [Killer] in the current universe. Using him as a stepping stone, you may be able to break through the limitations. Moreover, I can smell a trace of him from your brain memory. You should have happened before. Subtle conflicts."

"The second disaster?"

"That's right, a self-righteous, aloof guy who looks down on all our malice. He is obviously a condensed body of malice but he acts like a 'human being'.

But I have to admit that this guy is really strong, and he is the only one among all the disasters that can threaten my existence head-on.

Mr. Yi can put his killing after the Great Annihilation, and I will appreciate the killing performance of you two as an audience.

Of course, if you are not hostile to the other party, you are not qualified to follow me. "

"Can."

"Looking forward to your performance."

Ruben gently patted Yi Chen's shoulder with his hand, and his breath disappeared.

The hands covering Yi Chen's eyes gradually faded away,

When he opened his eyes again, Yi Chen had returned to the bottom of the tall building, and his brain felt unprecedentedly clear. It seemed that the first disaster had completely cleared his mind.

"A higher dimension..."

Yi Chen walked alone in the rainy night, returning to this completely overwhelming meeting, a meeting with no chance of winning, and thinking about Ruben's words.

However,

As he walked, an umbrella appeared on his head. The umbrella body structure was split from yellow skin to protect it from the rain.

It seems a bit wasteful to only block Yi Chen with this huge umbrella.

As a result, there were originally only one person's footsteps, but gradually they became more numerous.

First there was the sound of high heels, corresponding to a woman with a graceful figure and wearing a uniform. Her black hair covered part of her face, only revealing the bridge of her nose and lips similar to Yi Chen's.

Immediately afterwards, another woman with a tear mole at the corner of her eye appeared from the umbrella.

Then, the parasites crawling out of the ears came to join in the fun.

More and more dead people also appeared one after another, following Yi Chen, accompanying their king on this lonely rainy night.

At this time, the woman who was over forty but still charming took the umbrella created by Huang Pi, took the initiative to hold the umbrella for the man in front of her and whispered softly:

"If I remember correctly, tonight should be New Year's Eve, right? The New Year is coming soon. At least we are all together. We are much happier than the lonely guy at the top of the tall building. The teacher is really looking forward to you killing someone like this A strong man, just like you did when you killed your teacher.

Happy New Year, Yi Chen. "

"Happy New Year, teacher."