What Lin Sanjiu did not know was that there was only one reason why she could not find the grand prize and Puppeteer.
Compared to the other three people, Ji Shanqing was a little too smart.
After they fell into the Olympics, the two of them had landed quite far from each other. Little did they expect to bump into each other after walking for a while. When Ji Shanqing realized that it was Puppeteer, it was already too late for him to turn around and run. He had no choice but to greet Puppeteer.
Puppeteer's expression was no better than the grand prize's when he saw Ji Shanqing.
Even though they had not discussed it, both of them had a clear goal: to find Lin Sanjiu. Just like that, these two people who didn't want to team up with each other awkwardly formed a temporary team.
After that, the grand prize and Puppeteer shared the same experience as Lin Sanjiu. They obtained the necessary information about the Olympics from the stone tablet and walked to the wall to register the participants. However, when the stone wall asked about the previous apocalyptic world, Ji Shanqing suddenly stopped Puppeteer.
"Can't I win the competition if I register for a non-existent apocalyptic world?" the grand prize asked with a frown.
"We can tell from the information you have on you whether you have been to the apocalyptic world or not."
The grand prize was stunned. Instinctively, he wanted to look at the tall figure beside him, but he quickly turned his head away.
"In other words, even if I mention an apocalyptic world that I have never been to, you will still know about it?"
"Yes."
"How do you know about it?"
"This has nothing to do with the competition. However, I can tell you briefly. Humans and their environment affect each other. Since you came from an apocalyptic world, you will naturally carry the mark of that world. "
The grand prize waited for a while longer. When the stone wall did not show him any more information, he said reluctantly, "Then … Then, if I say that the previous world is Meat Elysium …"
"Meat Elysium? Okay. "
"No, no, wait!" Ji Shanqing quickly stopped him. "Give us some time. We will tell you after we finish our discussion!"
"Why do we need time?" Puppeteer raised his eyebrows. There was no warmth in his eyes as he stared at Ji Shanqing. "What is the previous world? What is there to discuss? Isn't it the Salvation of God? "
"No." Ji Shanqing took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and said, "The Data Stream Library is not a library."
"What?"
"I've finally figured it out," Ji Shanqing repeated seriously. "It's not a library. We've all been misled by its name."
"Then what is it?" Puppeteer asked softly. The softer his tone, the more impatient he sounded.
Ji Shanqing's face was pale. He turned his head and looked around. There was no one near the high wall, but he still lowered his voice and said, "What is the Olympics? Whether it's the end of the world or not, it's first "— he stomped his feet on the ground —" a planet, right? "
Puppeteer stared at the high wall silently.
"What is the Salvation of God? It's also a planet. " Ji Shanqing steadied his breath and began to speak faster. "The Data Stream Library is a boundless space like outer space. This space is connected to at least two planets. It's very simple. A creature that looks like a dog, barks like a dog, and behaves like a dog is a dog. "
"If it's a universe, how can we survive in space?"
"Originally, it was impossible," Ji Shanqing said as he pondered. "But now, there's a group of Veda. It's obvious that they've already modified that part of the universe. "
"What about the other apocalyptic worlds? Is it also a planet in this universe? "
The grand prize paused for a moment. After a moment of hesitation, he answered, "No, I don't think so. Some posthumans have used the term 'parallel space' to explain why there are so many apocalyptic worlds. Have you heard of it? I think it's possible that the other apocalyptic worlds are scattered in other universes. "
Seeing that Puppeteer still had a slight frown on his face, Ji Shanqing added, "There's another piece of evidence to support my theory. We weren't teleported away because 14 months have passed. We just accidentally arrived at another planet in this universe, and this planet happens to be an apocalyptic world as well. If my theory is correct, then … the time for you and my sister to be teleported shouldn't have to be calculated from the beginning because 14 months haven't passed in this universe yet. "
His mind was preoccupied with this matter, and it was not until the words slipped out of his mouth that the grand prize realized that he had accidentally revealed the secret of "you and my sister". For a split second, goosebumps rose all over his body. However, when he looked at Puppeteer again, the grand prize heaved a sigh of relief amidst the cold sweat that covered his forehead.
Puppeteer did not notice the deeper meaning of his words. He seemed to be still thinking about what he had just said.
"You mean … even if a posthuman enters another apocalyptic world in the same universe before 14 months have passed, the time will still be calculated according to the remaining time?"
"That's right." The grand prize nodded as he stole a glance at Puppeteer's expression. Seeing that Puppeteer was not looking at him, Ji Shanqing felt relieved. He continued, "In terms of probability, I think there are people who have been teleported to the Olympics from the Salvation of God … That's a different story."
"Then why can't we teleport to the Salvation of God?" Puppeteer seemed to be convinced. "Anyway, this stone wall can only tell where we've been. It can't tell what world we've been to."
"After all, the Veda is still looking for us." The grand prize smiled bitterly. "Their first target must be the Salvation of God … Besides, there aren't many contestants from the Salvation of God, so it's not easy to hide."
Seeing that Puppeteer did not respond, Ji Shanqing struck while the iron was hot. "My … My lord, you must have been to the Twelve Worlds Centrum, right? Why don't we choose one of the Twelve Worlds Centrum that we've been to? The third world I went to was Red Nautilus. Have you been there before? "
Ji Shanqing purposely put the emphasis on "have you been there before?" and added in the false information of "I've been to a few worlds before" to cover up his earlier mistake.
"Of course," Puppeteer snorted, agreeing to the grand prize's suggestion. "But I don't think Lin Sanjiu will think of this."
Ji Shanqing smiled. "That won't happen!" He was very confident in Lin Sanjiu. Moreover, she had the [Consciousness Mimicry] ability. Even if she couldn't, she could imitate his way of thinking and come to the same conclusion. "My sister isn't stupid. Besides, I saw her fall with that flesh worm. I'm sure she's here, and I'm sure she can think of this!"
The only place where Lin Sanjiu and Soulsqn crossed paths was also in Red Nautilus. As long as both of them went to the Red Nautilus arena, there was a high chance that they could find their sister!
From a certain point of view, Ji Shanqing was right. He did see Lin Sanjiu in the Red Nautilus arena.
However, neither of them expected that Lin Sanjiu would appear as the target of the shot put competition.
Coincidentally, Puppeteer had spent a long time picking and choosing the "shot put" event from the hundreds of meters long introduction. The only reason he chose this event was because he did not need to do it himself. Instead, he could substitute his puppets. As for where the puppets came from, Puppeteer did not have to do it himself.
There were a total of 2,157 contestants in the Red Nautilus arena, so he wasn't worried at all.
Five minutes after Puppeteer entered the arena, the number of contestants had dropped to 2,051. This was because the posthumans from the Twelve Worlds Centrum were much more tactful and obedient than the people from other worlds.
"How many contestants are there in this competition?" Puppeteer asked in a low and gentle voice as he sat on a high-back chair and looked at the ocean of shot put and the contestants who were ready for the competition.
"My lord, including your puppets, there are more than 300 contestants. The competition is about to start, and we can already see some people in the distance. I wonder which arena the contestants are from, "a very skinny woman who looked like she was suffering from anorexia answered obediently. "See? The race is about to start. We can already see people in the distance … I wonder which arena the contestants are from this time."
Puppeteer gave her a gentle and courteous smile as he praised her, "Look, this is why a living person is better than a puppet." The grand prize did not say a word. He stood at the side with his hands clasped together and his brows furrowed. No one knew what he was thinking.
"No, no, no," the woman replied quickly. "Ah, he's here!"
The first person to appear on the track was a young man with hair that looked like a cauliflower. When he was about to enter the shooting range of the shot put, he shouted to the people behind him, "Everyone, be careful! I'm going to accelerate!" Then, with a sudden burst of speed, he turned into a shadow and dashed into the rain of shot put.
Puppeteer tilted his head and supported his cheek with one hand. He stared ahead with a bored expression. Only the glitter on his face occasionally flickered. Then, he was dumbfounded.
Among the crowd that suddenly accelerated, there was a figure. Not only did it look strange, but it also looked familiar.
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