Wang Ling knew that everything in front of him had started from Bai Zhe's revenge on him. Back then, Wang Ling had destroyed all the Bai Zhe in the world lines and timelines, completely erasing his existence. The solution he was facing now was shockingly similar to that one.
If Wang Ling really wanted to replicate the method of total destruction, then the 1.7 million or so Death Substitute Talismans he had might not be enough. World lines and timelines were massive.
As an independent individual, each person was allocated tens of millions to hundreds of millions of parallel spaces.
In the course of a person's normal life, whenever they were conflicted about something or ran into a problem that was difficult to decide on, they would split into a new world line and timeline.
Over time, these split World Lines and Timelines would accumulate over time, increasing in number.
It could be said that one gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things.
Let's use an analogy.
Today, when an author was conflicted about whether to update his novel with two thousand words or twenty thousand words …
This author had already split into a new world line and had an additional parallel space of himself.
Then, this split author would think and make a choice as he grew up, and thus split again …
So according to this theory, the most terrifying people were those with "dysphoria." Because they had too many choices, when it was difficult to choose, they would split into countless individuals all at once. In the end, one person might have as many as hundreds of millions or even billions of parallel spaces.
The number of parallel spaces that Wang Ming possessed was perhaps even more than that.
The "Brain Deduction Technique" allowed Wang Ming to frequently explore all kinds of choices, and after his brain's calculations, he would ultimately come up with the best choice. This process in fact also exacerbated the splitting of parallel spaces.
Thus, if Wang Ling was to be completely erased from this universe, he would have to destroy the parent parasite in his body, and then resurrect the Wang Ming in all the parallel spaces.
Wang Ling estimated that he would need to prepare at least ten billion Death Substitute Talismans.
However, even if he worked overtime to produce this number of Death Substitute Talismans, it might still be difficult to achieve in a short time.
So, what on earth should he do?
But now, in order to ensure that the Thought Plague could be completely destroyed, this seemed to be the only way.
"This is a losing battle that is destined to fail. There's no way you can defeat Lord Sothoth and Mr Bai."
At that moment, Number 003 suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "Humans are creatures with complicated emotions. If you can't get rid of them, you'll never be able to become stronger …"
Emotions?
These words enlightened Wang Ling.
He had originally thought that he was an emotionless creature.
All along, he had never shown too much emotion on any matter.
But now, just now, he was actually thinking about whether there was an alternative solution.
So, was he also a person with emotions?
In the sword spirit space, Wang Ling looked a little absent-minded as he sat down cross-legged and quietly stared at the suppressed Thought Plague in his palm.
"Wang Ling … what's wrong with him?" Lotus Sun could see his bewilderment.
According to her notes in her little notebook, when Wang Ling stared at something in a daze, it usually meant that he was "perplexed" about something, just like how he often struggled with what his average score should be during exams.
"It's nothing. It's just a normal fantasy of a chuunibyou." Wang Ying sighed. "We don't have enough Death Substitution Talismans now. If we completely erase Brother Ming, we might be able to eliminate the risk of being spread by the Thought Plague. But Mr. Ming will also cease to exist. "
"Is there no other way?" Lotus Sun asked.
"We can only wait and see. If Mr. Ming has the ability to regain control of his body, it won't be so troublesome." Wang Ying said, "But his opponent is the Heartless Ancestor, an ancient powerhouse who relies on his brain for a living. Even if he's injured, it won't be easy for Mr. Ming to contend with him."
Death Heavenly Dao frowned. "But we can't drag this out any longer. We're now racing against time. The longer we drag it out, the wider the Thought Plague will spread. "
"There's always a way."
Wang Ying spread her hands and said helplessly, "If there's really no other way, we'll have to trouble Mr. Ming. Even if we can't save all the Mr. Ming in the parallel spaces, at the very least, we'll be able to save a small number of them … "
…
In the depths of the spirit space was a sea ravaged by a storm. Startling waves crashed against an ancient ghost ship as it bobbed up and down.
It had already completely lost its course, and was drifting along in this sea full of murderous intent and storms. As the cabin shook continuously, Wang Ming gradually regained consciousness.
"Damn it …" He rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on. Then, he violently lost his balance and fell onto the wooden wall of the cabin. The torrential rain poured down and poured into his body, drenching all his clothes.
Wang Ming knew that he no longer had control of his body. At the same time, he hadn't expected the virus that the Heartless Ancestor and the Thought Plague had planted in him would actually be so tyrannical.
He grabbed the mast and wandered around on the choppy sea for who knew how long, until the wind finally calmed down.
"I have to think of a way to regain control," Wang Ming muttered soundlessly. He hadn't given up thinking yet.
The last time he had been trapped in the spirit space was on the journey to Beast King's Remains. He and Ghost Head Blade had fallen into the spirit space together, and then he had relied on the scrap floating on the surface of the spirit sea to piece together a mecha armor to suppress Ghost Head Blade and successfully escape.
Wang Ming was already very familiar with the operation of escaping.
But it was clear that escaping this time would be more difficult than the last time.
The storm dissipated, and the sea was filled with fog, making it impossible to see in which direction to go.
Wang Ming clearly knew that the ghost ship he was in now wasn't the original ship in his spirit space.
Everyone's spirit space had a sea like this, and the person who controlled the spirit space played the role of the captain. Wang Ming's original ship was a giant aircraft carrier the size of fifty aircraft carriers.
But now, he had clearly been exiled. The giant aircraft carrier had changed owners, and the Heartless Ancestor had become its new helmsman.
At that moment, Wang Ming grit his teeth and started to search for the cockpit in this ghost ship. He planned to rely on his own strength to return to the original giant aircraft carrier.
The moment he opened the cockpit door, a slightly disheveled figure suddenly staggered out and threw himself into Wang Ming's arms.
"It's you?" Wang Ming never thought that he would actually run into Shou Chong here.
It seemed.
They had been exiled together …
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