As soon as the word "return" came out of his mouth, Linno suddenly realized that he could not feel his own existence. To be exact, he suddenly could not feel anything. There was no light, no sound, no heat, no gravity... The desire that had spread throughout his body had disappeared without a trace.
Linno took a while to suppress the disappointment in his heart. Not to mention Fang Tuo, he had lived in that world for more than three thousand years after all. Leaving without any warning, it was as if a large part of his heart had suddenly become empty.
He sighed in his heart and began to pay attention to his current situation. Facing a world of nothingness, he should have been terrified and unfamiliar. However, Linno felt at peace and familiarity, as if he was a baby who had returned to his mother's womb. No, he felt more at ease and safe than that. It was as if this world was an extension of his hands, his feet, and his spirit.
This place belonged to him. This feeling was so clear.
He wanted to open his eyes to look around, but he realized that he had no eyes to open.
Where is "me"? Where am I? What happened to me?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt that there was a strange energy in the void converging towards "him". Linno was enlightened. He sketched his own appearance in his heart. The next moment, Linno, who was dressed in white, opened his eyes and saw endless darkness.
Linno realized something. For a moment, his childlike innocence was aroused. "There must be light."
The endless darkness in front of him turned into a milky white.
It was so monotonous. He did not like the feeling of floating in the air without any support.
"Ground." Following his thoughts, green grass spread out from under his feet.
Linno floated forward and said again, "Gravity."
"Air."
"Wind."
"..."
Building a green mountain and a peach forest, Linno felt that something was missing. The surrounding was lifeless and lifeless. After thinking, he said again, "Time."
The strange energy that he had been using like an extension of his arm did not respond. Instead, a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart. Linno understood: insufficient energy.
Linno felt a little regretful. Then he suddenly remembered: Why didn't that annoying System come out to make its presence known? Shouldn't this be its territory? No, that's not right. This place should be Linno's territory.
This was his. Everything here was his — Linno was certain of this.
As soon as he thought of the System, the System's voice rang out. However, it did not ring directly in his sea of consciousness like it usually did. Instead, it transmitted information through the surrounding energy, and its tone carried a hint of grievance. "This is your world. Without your permission, how could I enter? You only thought of me now! "
"My world?" Although Linno always had this kind of understanding, what Linno didn't understand was, how did this world of his appear?
The System's voice only came after a while. It sounded sulky, as if it was angry with someone. "Consider it … a mission reward!"
Linno nodded and no longer said anything. He strolled through the peach blossom forest. A world without the Laws of Time was like a frozen painting. No matter how beautiful it was, it lacked a bit of life.
He did not believe the System's words at all.
This was his, it was born because of him. No one could bestow it upon him, and no one could take it away from him. However, he was too lazy to talk to the System, and too lazy to refute it.
The System did not wait for him to speak for a long time. It could only ask again, "Don't you have anything to ask?"
Linno said, "Go ahead." Just say whatever you want to say.
"… Then let me in first." The System said, "It's tiring to talk like this."
Linno responded, and saw an extremely ugly animal take shape in front of him. Linno chuckled. "So it's the Bei! It's as ugly as I thought. "
The Bei was furious. "I don't have a specific appearance. This is your world. Of course, I will look whatever you want me to look like … You made me look like this, and you still say I'm ugly?"
Although the System looked like this in Linno's mind, he did not want to hurt his eyes. So he turned it into a rebellious little boy with an afro, and made a table and chair on the ground. He sat down and said, "Can you tell me now?"
The System's face was sour. It sat down in front of him and said angrily, "I need to give you some general knowledge first! I am a World Management System. I am responsible for looking after the various worlds created by my master. My master is a very powerful God. Every God has their own energy system. The source of my master's power is the worlds he creates. My master creates worlds, and then the creatures in those worlds give him power. The more worlds my master has, the more powerful his power is. And you, are a creature in my master's world. So it is your duty to protect my master's interests. "
Lin Nuo replied with an "Oh" and did not comment.
"In order to become more powerful, my master will try to create as many new worlds as possible. But creating worlds is a very troublesome thing." The System said, "So my master built an automatic world creation program. This program will automatically collect information, calculate what kind of world should be created, and then collect the thoughts of all living beings, and choose a suitable world to condense. "
"What do you mean?" What do you mean by collecting the thoughts of all living beings?
The System rolled its eyes and said, "You don't even know this. It's just creating a real world from novels and TV shows with more readers."
Linno nodded. "And then?"
The System said gloomily, "This program has always been doing well. But recently, there have been some problems. Let me give you an example. Some time ago, the world creation program chose a Jinjiang novel to create a world. It ran until the end of the novel and everything was normal. Then the program slowly stopped affecting the world, leaving only a trace of monitoring power. There shouldn't be any problems, but at this time, the author added an irresponsible joke — — Little Shou gave birth to three children in five years! "
"According to the settings of this world, Little Shou lived in an environment where his school organized a physical examination every year since he was young. Who knows how many times he was given an ultrasound. How could he create a uterus out of thin air? Also, a man's pelvis is different from a woman's. At the very least, he would have to do a cesarean section to give birth. A cesarean section can only give birth after four years. How could he give birth to three children in five years? "
"And then?"
The System sighed. "Then the world creation program determined that the world creation was a failure and destroyed it."
He rubbed his head in annoyance. "Actually, it's just a low-level world. It's not a big deal if it's destroyed. But the problem is — — this godforsaken program, after it's destroyed, it's rebuilt again. Then it's destroyed again, and rebuilt again … There's no end to it."
"If it's just one world, it's fine. Many of them have the same problem. That unlucky world creation system, when it creates the world, it only considers the main text. When the world is created, if the difference between the real world and the world is more than 50%, it will destroy the world and start again. You have to know, every time a world is created, it takes a lot of energy. It creates, destroys, creates … No matter how much energy my master has, it's not enough for it to destroy."
Linno could sympathize with it. He just wanted to laugh. It was indeed an unlucky program. No wonder it was produced by the same master.
"Then why don't you change the program and stop caring about the world?"
The System sighed. "I don't know where my master went. I don't have the authority to change the world creation program!"
It then continued: "Because the world creation program is too powerful, my master erased the possibility of it having sentience from the very beginning. There's no way to communicate with it. I thought of many ways, but none of them worked. In the end, I had to find outside help. I found a total of 100,000 people from different worlds. They were all the most outstanding people in their fields. For example, the world's richest man who started from scratch, the world's most famous actor, the world's most powerful politician, the world's most beautiful woman, and so on. I temporarily erased the Mark of Reincarnation and arranged a mission for them to enter each world that has collapsed, been rebuilt, or may collapse. I'm going to choose the most outstanding among them, the one with the highest completion rate, to be responsible for solving this problem. "
"Wait a minute." Linno cut it off. "You said you found the most outstanding people in their fields — — then what about me?" He was just a small actor, how did he become an elite in his field?
The System asked curiously: "Aren't you the most famous psychologist in your world, the love tutor?"
"Psychologist? Love tutor? "Linno said:" I didn't even go to university, how did I become a psychologist? Love tutor … Look at me, I've lived for more than 3000 years, have I ever been in a relationship? "
"Impossible!" The System stomped its feet and said: "When I used these two keywords to search in your world, your name did appear the most!" How could it make such a stupid mistake!
Linno sighed: "The most famous is not necessarily the best, and it's more likely to be fake."
"Fake, fake?"
Linno said: "Yes, fake!" In this world, there were fake psychologists everywhere, and he wasn't even a fake psychologist, he was just an actor.
"I'm in a popular talk show, playing the role of a teacher who doesn't care about relationships. But that's not because I'm a psychologist, it's because I'm handsome and have a nice voice — — the TV station needs ratings, the audience needs melodramatic stories, sharp words, and attractive appearances. They'll watch even if they know it's fake. But aren't you the omniscient System? How did you fall for this?"
The System was dumbfounded: How could such a thing happen? You're so stupid, so stupid!
Linno sighed and asked: "Now that you know you caught the wrong person, can I go back?"
A stable job, a peaceful life, a house, a car, friends, maybe he could even find someone to fall in love with and have a child or something.
The System asked curiously: "You want to go back?"
Linno nodded.
"What's so good about that world, the energy level is so low, the living environment is so bad, even the air is so dirty …" Seeing Linno's indifference, the System could only touch its nose: "I can't do it."
"Hmm?"
The System said: "I said just now, all 10,000 of you have been stripped of the Mark of Samsara by me. The Mark of Samsara is the basis of the soul's natural reincarnation in the master's world. Now that you have your own world, how can you reincarnate in the master's world? Even if I wanted to give you a new seal, I can't do it. "
"Everyone who has their Mark of Samsara removed is like this?"
"Of course not," the System said: "Any living thing that dies naturally in the master's world will be given the Mark of Samsara — — don't even think about it, even if you die 10,000 times, you can only return to your own world."
"So now I'm a wandering soul?"
The System coughed dryly, avoiding the question of "wandering soul", and said: "Because I have to bear a little bit of responsibility for this outcome, I'll give you a chance to choose. First, you can stay in this barren and boring little world that can't even establish the Law of Time, until the end of time and the end of the world. Second, you can work for my master, every time you help him succeed in creating a world, you can receive some of the power of creation in return, you can use this power to perfect your world and increase your power — — I'll only give you this one chance, you choose!"
Linno said lightly: "I choose one."
"That's right, smart people know that they should …" The System said proudly halfway and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and said angrily: "You choose one? You, you, why do you choose one? "
Linno said lightly: "Have you forgotten how you've treated me for more than a thousand years? Do you think I'll still believe you? That I'll still work with you? "
The System added a bunch of adjectives to his world, afraid that he would not agree, and yet it still acted as if it was letting him off easy, the System was still so shameless.
"I …" The System said: "That … You can't blame me for this. You went to the world with the number 012, this kind of three-digit world belongs to the highest level world, you'll know by looking at the number. Until now, there are only 12 worlds of this level — — we can't bear the consequences of failing to create a world. You messed up the plot inside, I was too anxious, that's why I wanted to force you to do the mission … Also, although I'm tormenting you, I'm also constantly tempering the strength of your soul, if it wasn't for me, you might not have been able to … "
Linno smiled faintly: It was its own problem, but it vented its anger on others, it was very reasonable. Did it want him to thank it for tempering him?
The System stopped talking halfway, peeking at Linno, seeing that he was expressionless, it said: "I know you're angry that I didn't care about you at that time, but you can't blame me, I don't have the authority! I only have the Seal of Samsara, I can't do anything — — see, when you wanted to kill Fang Tuo, I could only give you the mission first … If I had the ability, wouldn't it be better if I directly knocked you out? At that time, I couldn't help you, wouldn't it be more embarrassing for you if I came out? So I did it for … "
Linno interrupted: "Sorry, I don't believe a single word you said." What no authority, what couldn't be done, what was afraid of embarrassing him … It was just that he felt that he had no value at that time, so he couldn't be bothered to care about him!
The System choked, then stammered: "Erm, I'm sorry about that … But, at the last time, I was the one who specifically reminded you that you could choose to return, and I was also the one who got you out first, right?"
Linno was silent. Fang Tuo was two whole realms higher than him, and he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide when he was beside him. So, no matter why the System helped him, he still had to acknowledge this favor.
After a moment of silence, he said: "The remaining 99,999 people all failed?"
Otherwise, why would this snobbish System cling onto him and not let him go, apologizing and fawning over him?
The System nodded dejectedly.
This was strange. Linno said: "Because you can't give them the reward, they all refused to do the mission?"
"No! You think everyone is like you? "The System said angrily:" They all completed the mission very seriously, but in the end, they all failed. You kept refusing to complete the mission, but in the end, you succeeded! "
Linno smiled.
The System said angrily: "That creation program that bullies the weak and fears the strong! The others clearly carefully maintained the plot and worked hard to make it happen, but in the end, they all failed due to various reasons. You messed up the plot, and before the main text was even finished, 70% of it was already subverted, and it actually accepted it! "
"Do you know why they failed?"
The System said gloomily: "Why?"
Linno said leisurely: "Naturally, it's because the System is too stupid!" So, the obedient ones all failed the mission and went back to Samsara, while the disobedient ones succeeded and became wandering ghosts — anyway, nothing good ever came out of being found by it.
"You …" The System suppressed its anger and said: "I think, maybe it's like raising a child in your world. If a well-behaved child suddenly turns bad after a few years, naturally, you won't be able to take it and feel that something is wrong. But if it slowly turns bad while you're around, you'll be able to accept it."
"Hmm." Linno couldn't be bothered to think like the System, so he said casually: "Maybe that creation program is crazy. If they failed, you can continue to look for others, you don't have to look for me, right? "
The System blushed and said: "There's a limit to how many Seals of Samsara I can draw … I've used up this thousand-year quota."
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