Helga had never thought that Jon would be troubled by this kind of problem.
However, she also felt that Jon had been troubled by this kind of problem too many times during this period of time.
And this was a question that was worthy of her careful consideration.
Why was there so much trouble?
Was it so important whether this world was real or not?
Even if this world was fake, was there no need to live?
These words couldn't be said directly to Jon, so Helga asked that question.
…
"This space, maybe it's real."
Jon answered truthfully. Of course, he knew that this was just a space created by magic. According to the normal perception of reality, this space was certainly not real.
But Jon was in this space, so he really couldn't say that it was not real.
In this world, the feedback of the soul was the most real. Jon's soul was in this space, so he couldn't say no to the legendary witch's question.
"That's right."
Helga laughed good-naturedly.
"It doesn't matter if it's a space or a world, as long as you think it's real, then it's fine.
Why worry about whether this world is real or not?
That's not important at all, what's important is what you think.
What we're talking about is just how the world gives you feedback, and how you deal with this information.
As long as you believe that it's real, then these things have meaning, and this place you exist in is worth fighting for. "
The witch paused and said, "Even if it's for yourself, it's better than doing nothing."
"Okay, I think I understand."
Jon nodded.
In fact, he didn't understand anything.
The main thing was that what Helga said was not the same as what he said.
Helga was arguing with him that this world was real, or rather, she was helping Jon understand that this world was real, but Jon was thinking about whether this world was unique.
"Of course this world is unique."
Suddenly hearing Helga's voice, Jon looked up in astonishment.
"Don't look at me like that, I didn't do it on purpose."
Helga had a frank expression: "This is a side effect of my recent research on the nature of the soul. As long as you're by my side, your most intense thoughts will be unnaturally read by me, but I've found a way to suppress this side effect, it will be fine in a few days."
“？！”
Jon's face was expressionless, but he had a question mark in his heart.
"Oh, what's there to not understand? Just think of it as me researching a new spell, but I haven't found a way to turn it off for the time being. "
"Okay, this spell is really convenient.
Jon blinked, and another thought flashed through his mind.
"Stop dreaming, you can't learn this spell, you can't. You can't do it. Maybe after you graduate from Hogwarts."
"Based on my progress …" Chown counted with his fingers. "I'll be a Scholar by the time I graduate."
"What's the rush?"
Helga glanced at Chown and said, "You're going to learn magic if I'm here."
"… …"
After being interrupted by Helga like this, Jon almost forgot what he was thinking about just now. He quickly pulled the topic back: "You just said that this world is unique, do you have any basis?"
"What basis do you need? I've seen it with my own eyes. "
Helga sat in front of the swing and swayed back and forth: "In our era, there were still many benefits when advancing to the legendary level, such as being able to enter the [Deep Blue Sea] at any time, or being able to see the true face of this world."
Jon stretched out his hand, and a dozen grass on the ground grew up crazily, and then weaved a seat in the air. Then he sat on it, and obediently put on a posture of listening attentively.
"How do I say this, the parallel world theory you just mentioned, I understand, but this theory is a bit … improper."
Helga seemed to not know how to explain this thing, and could only say one sentence after another.
She stretched out her hand and drew in front of Jon, outlining a square chessboard. Then she gently flicked her finger, and the chessboard moved up and down, sinking a large number of small, densely packed pits.
"This is the parallel world you mentioned."
Helga tossed a small pebble-like object inside. Then, the small spherical object split open by itself, revealing the tentacles and growing roots inside.
"If the beginning of the world is a point, then we can describe it as … what Muggle and the others called [Cell]."
She waved her hand, and the roots began to grow.
"The roots you see now are the possibilities of this [Cell] in the process of growth. The small protrusions that did not grow are the possibilities of this [Cell] in the process of development."
"But, does this count as a world?"
"Why not?"
Helga asked back, "You have to know that since it exists, it can definitely be called a world."
The witch waved her hand again. This time, the roots grew faster.
Several vine-like things were entangled together as they grew, and they began to show the shape of a main trunk. The rest of the roots stopped somewhere at different times.
Jon stared at the chessboard. He knew that this was Helga helping him understand the true face of this world. It was a process that could not be skipped.
The [Vines] became more and more crowded. Countless [Possibilities] filled the gaps, turning the [Big Tree] into an extremely strange shape.
It was like seeing the bottom half of an alien spaceship in his previous life.
The bottom was only supported by a little connection with the foundation. It was like a top, but it did not rotate. The entire shape looked not only strange, but also dangerous.
It was not hard to imagine..,
Once there was a mistake in one place, the [World] extended by the [Basic Cells] would immediately collapse,
If there was life in it..,
Then, for these lives..,
This was the so-called calamity of annihilation.
"So, now you understand."
Helga said in a timely manner, "The theory you just said is not reasonable at all."
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