[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

17: Child of the Wind 17

Zong Yan felt like he was being torn from his body.

According to the materialist worldview that prevailed in modern times, human beings consisted of the outward skin of their bodies and a mind.

The other daily disposable persona cards owned by Zong Yan, to put it in simple terms, were nothing more than a brute-force change of skin. But this persona card was unique. It ripped out Zong Yan's soul directly. And he had no idea where it was thrown.

Thousands of fragments poured in like a rising tide, frantically bombarding Zong Yan's mind.

Human beings existed in three-dimensional space. According to the universal laws of space-time, organisms in lower dimensions were incapable of contacting higher-dimensional beings.

Just like a paper cutout person had no way of knowing about three-dimensional space without human intervention, a two-dimensional world couldn't surpass two dimensions.

Albert Einstein once said: Time does not exist.

The reason human beings in three dimensions believed that time existed was a trick of memory. Memory was what gave them the concept of "time".

Similarly, time in four-dimensional space could be plotted on an axis.

When creatures in four-dimensional space looked at humans, they could follow the timeline and freely view specific nodes along the axis of time.

According to this logic, creatures in four-dimensional space were also time travelers.

...

It was impossible for human thinking to conceive of higher-dimensional objects.

But now, this exact type of variable existed in three-dimensional space.

Through some uncontrollable and unknowable path, he'd transcended the three-dimensional world.

—Zong Yan's journey wasn't as simple as leaping across a dimension.

His destination was the end, the ultimate end, of the universe.

In the vast sea of stars, a mass of consciousness catapulted forward at an unknown velocity exceeding the speed of light by billions of trillions of times, hurtling forward for an instant far less than a second in duration, but it also could have been as many, many years as the evolution of the world.

Time had no meaning when crossing dimensions.

Finally, he arrived.

This was another realm outside the universe, the heart of time and space, the original place where everything was born.

There was a vast and majestic palace with unimaginable, dimly-lit halls. With the sky as its roof and the stars as the seats, the temple woven with light had no end as far as the eye could see.

Innumerable Outer Gods, exactly as Darwin had said in class, thunderous beings that were powerful beyond human imagination, had gathered here like the center of gravity, surrounding the most central temple in countless ranks.

In this place, their unnamable appendages grasped musical instruments and played them, day after day and year after year, to express their absolute allegiance to the Lord of the Universe.

And Zong Yan—

He was in agony.

Experiencing the dual suffering of simultaneous divinity and humanity.

Compared to the immeasurable comprehension of "Azathoth", Zong Yan's mind was a drop in the ocean, insignificant.

San value was the embodiment of Zong Yan's mental power. The deduction for using a persona card was nothing less than the cost that must be paid for the presumption of transcending a human body.