After I became the infinite flow boss

"Fortunately, I can exchange it back."

The transfer of consciousness was successful. Bei Heng took a breath after returning to his original body, and then turned his attention to the blue butterfly.

He finally understood that the power of Blue Butterfly did not seem to be copying, but "propagation" and "diffusion". Of course, it could also shape things, but the real creative power should be the "right arm of the Lord God". As the left and right hands, they Powers can more or less be used with each other, just like when humans have two hands, they also work together.

Their powers correspond to the functions of the human form, like a metaphor.

The blue butterfly flapped its wings and walked around Bei Heng, looking like something was wrong.

"...I hope I can get my right arm back as soon as possible."

Beiheng shook his head at Him, relaxed, and sat on the edge of the bed to rest.

"Unexpectedly, I really succeeded in confusing the fake with the real one."

If I had known that the Pope would not be suspicious, I could have acted as the main god to persuade the Pope to retreat when Sen Luo sneaked in. Of course, that being said, I had no idea about this at the time.

"...Fortunately he can't tell the difference between true and false."

Bei Heng's tone was clearly rejoicing, but his face showed a bit of worry, as if he was not speaking the same mind. He himself was aware of it, but he tended to attribute these strange psychology to the influence of divinity.

"But is it really that similar?"

Bei Heng looked at Zuotong beside him.

Zuotong was still holding the black snake in his hand because he wanted to supervise this guy. Hearing Bei Heng ask this, he was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Bei Heng and nodded heavily, as if they were more than just similar, they were completely the same. My true self.

Bei Heng tilted his head and joked.

"Sometimes when I see you like this, I would mistakenly think that I used to be the main god."

Zuotong paused.

The glutinous rice ball tilted his head curiously.

The blue butterfly landed quietly on Bei Heng's lap.

The most naughty Black Snake also stopped moving and stared at Bei Heng, as if he was a little afraid.

In the bedroom, the air was suffocatingly quiet.

I thought they would have a negative reaction, but it turned out that everyone seemed to have acquiesced.

"..."

In the subtle silence, Bei Heng was in a daze for a while, and then said: "So you guys can also joke."

Click, Zuotong almost broke the black snake in his hand, and the latter howled in pain.

Shaking his head and no longer caring about this matter, Bei Heng asked Xiang Vukong, "System 001, do you have any clues about other artifacts?"

"We are about to retrieve one of them, "The Right Arm of the Lord God""

Bei Heng thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know what the Dark Church is like."

"They are a church that believes in the Lord God. They were originally located in an independent ark in time and space, but recently, they walked out of the ark." System 001 said with obvious worry in his tone, and then explained some situations to Bei Heng.

There is only one "now" in the infinite world, and that is the present, but objectively there are also places independent of time and space. Creatures in places where time and space are independent are basically unable to interfere with time and space that is different from their timeline, especially the past that is directly related to them, because there are causal obstacles, but just like "rules exist to be broken", the infinite world There are no means outside the rules.

Bei Heng was surprised after learning about the situation.

In other words, the Pope is not in the future. His timeline of existence is parallel to his own, so he has no interference in the past and future. The Pope's previous battle with that person happened in a world completely unrelated to that person's past, so it had no impact.

"He, Se Aaron, has almost defeated the entire "present world" that has no cause and effect to block it." When System 001 said this, there was deep fear in her tone. She was obviously very afraid of that person.

"From what you said, it seems like the timeline is relative to different individuals."

"But there is only one "now". For example, there is a coordinate axis. We are at a certain coordinate on the horizontal axis, and they are at a certain coordinate on the vertical axis. Our horizontal axis is an absolute thick line, which will follow the Time keeps moving upward, from (1, 0) to (1, infinity), and they are at the position of (1, 100). Relative to our dimension, their coordinates (1, 100) are still an imaginary point. , although it will become a reality one day.”

"The trouble is, they can move vertically through the Ark. Although it is difficult for them to interfere with the timeline of (1, infinite), it is possible to interfere with (0, infinite) or (2, infinite). It is even better to say, Their intervention is what would have happened.”

"Moreover, their intervention on our side should not actually affect our timeline, because the result will always remain unchanged. In addition, the past we have traveled along has been completely determined, no matter how good they are, they will not It is impossible to intervene, because cause and effect are completely complete, just like water cannot flow into a solid body."

"Our future is like a dotted line. When we go over it, it becomes a solid line. Once it becomes a solid line, nothing can tamper with it."

"You said the result remains unchanged, do you mean our future is certain?"

"We don't know about this either. The only thing we know is that the present is the present, and it is the present that we must look up to in the past or the future."

"Well... why is 'now' so special." Bei Heng directly grasped the key question.

System 001 is silent.

"I don't know the real reason..."

What she said was the real reason, that is, she should know some possible reasons, but she was not sure why, because she did not have the authority to pry into the truth.

At this point, Bei Heng roughly sorted out the situation.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Just accept this statement, after all, this statement at least achieves self-consistency in formal logic, and even if it is not self-consistent, the power of the infinite world will correct it.

Just like the execution of a project, the nodes have been pre-set, and what is needed is to converge the events to a certain node. Gods may all be masters of project management, and their divinity seems to be inclined to do things that know the results.

"Somewhat incredible."

Bei Heng sighed sincerely, especially, he himself actually accepted this way of thinking as a matter of course, and did not think it was strange, or rather, he originally had this way of thinking, and from the perspective of efficiency, things are indeed more convenient to do this way.

"You should check the "right arm of the Lord God" first."

"Okay"

So, is there anything else that is unclear now?

Bei Heng rarely felt "sleepy" in the human sense, probably because he was overworked this time, and his spirit was overwhelmed, so he wanted to rest thoroughly.

Apart from anything else, he personally experienced the feeling of piercing his heart several times, and this burden alone was uncomfortable enough, and it seemed to be a little painful when he recalled it.

Bei Heng could feel that his vision was getting grayer, and once he stopped thinking, he seemed to fall asleep.

"Speaking of which, Pope, if Virgil came to [Beautiful Hell] to find the Lord God, he thought he could enter the Ghost Sea through [Beautiful Hell] and then find the Lord God in the Ghost Sea."

According to historical records, [Human Trial] does have some special rewards, and maybe it can really be done.

"He has been taken to the Ark by Aaron now, is he okay?"

Bei Heng lowered his head, his eyes half closed, and was talking to himself before falling asleep. He was somewhat unconscious, but he was still saying some words that he felt inexplicable.

"Don't always fight... don't... get hurt..."

"As long as you are safe... I..."

"Well..."

The blue light dimmed, and Bei Heng really fell asleep.

Zuo Tong listened to these words blankly, his eyes changed from light to dark, and a few seconds later he turned into an adult and carried the sleeping Bei Heng back to the bed in another bedroom.

He glanced at the blue butterfly, and the blue butterfly nodded.

They had said they would build a city before, but now that Bei Heng was asleep, they had to push it first.

Zuo Tong adjusted the time of the consciousness space to a night suitable for sleeping, and walked out of the bedroom with other compatriots.

Black Snake pulled to sleep with him, and was glared at by Zuo Tong, as if to say that you are not good enough to do things, but you are more likely to cause trouble, and you are always sticking to him. Don't you know what you are doing?

Black Snake felt particularly wronged, and his golden eyes shrank.

The glutinous rice ball accidentally pressed on the black snake's head, and the black snake lowered its head.

Black Snake was a little resentful, but he had to follow them obediently.

A day later, a huge city was quickly built in the consciousness space.

It is a city in the electrical age, so the livability level is relatively high and quite convenient, which is in contrast to the virtual world of the medieval era.

The players in the white building were transformed into residents in the city, each with their own identity positioning, and all kinds of professions. For example, Mo Sui was directly pressed as the mayor. When he knew it, he sighed miserably. Relatively speaking, Juan'er's identity was much freer. She was a freelance photographer.

It always takes time to get used to a new environment, not to mention that many of them have been dead at home for almost three months.

"[Beautiful Hell] seems to have been resolved. For a while, I thought it would be something else."

In a bar, Sen Luo sat at the bar.

"Although it will definitely be fine in the end, I always feel that it is not that simple."

"What a coincidence, I think so too." Baibian said faintly, "I am still worried about losing to Sartre. He killed three people. If I succeed in killing Wuxian, it will be even."

"Good guy, the thoughts of the militants are really terrible." The curious person secretly complained.

"Sen Luo, you are the one," Tel Aviv said with a glass of wine, "You are too brave, you dared to break into the lair of the Fallen Cross Church. Even if you don't talk about your courage, I am really impressed that you can have such an idea."

"I shouldn't have thought of it either." Juan'er said.

"Then I can't think of it even more." Mo Sui interrupted.

Sen Luo glanced at Mo Sui subtly, thinking that this guy is here again, but he still didn't expose Mo Sui in front of everyone, but talked about what happened at that time.

"It's not that I didn't hesitate. At that time, it was mainly because I met a stupid... idiot. I cursed him so hard that I just broke into their big lair."

"Can you curse someone so hard?" Moss looked surprised, looking at Sen Luo with incredible eyes, and there were flaws in every sentence, which was not easy.

"I also received instructions from that person later," Sen Luo recalled the situation at that time, and said, "It was that person who let me in, and it was also that person who guided me to confront the Pope."

"Pope?!" Mo Sui was shocked and urged, "Tell me about it, what kind of person is he?"

Huang Xiru, Zhou Xiyu and others also looked straight at him.

"A madman among madmen, crazy to a terrifying degree," Sen Luo's eyes darkened slightly, "But... he loves that person deeply."

"Shocked, then he is not an enemy at all?" Oran was surprised.

"It's hard to say. I'm not describing him as crazy. He does have mental problems. He is really sick. If it was normal, I wouldn't dare to confront him even if I had hundreds of lives, but fortunately he is not normal." Sen Luo was a little scared when he thought of the situation at that time.

There are many mentally ill people in the infinite world, but it is rare to be as sick as the Pope. What's more terrifying is that he is not only a mentally ill person, but also an existence with extremely terrifying means. The trouble with this kind of existence is that they are not only powerful, but also unpredictable, and it is impossible to plan ahead.

"He would not be an enemy under normal circumstances, but he is not normal." Sen Luo said.

"It's a bit outrageous. Fortunately, he was dealt with." Xu Ren said.

"In fact, I thought he would also come to the God's Domain..." Lu Meng expressed his opinion in a low voice.

"Me too." Xu Zhengyi said.

"It's impossible. The Pope is in a state where he may lose control at any time. Even if he attacks that person, it is possible." Sen Luo talked about this topic without any taboo.

Juan'er was silent, with a thoughtful expression.

"It's really strength," Mo Sui sighed, "Without strength, there are many things you can't do."

"Even if it's just for myself, I think it's absolutely necessary to strengthen my strength." Baibian said, and his eyes turned to Sartre who didn't say a word.

Sartre seemed to be still, his eyes were fixed on the bartender at the bar, and he didn't seem to be in a daze, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Baibian followed Sartre's line of sight and only felt that this bartender NPC was ordinary, with black hair, blue eyes and white skin that can be seen everywhere, and he couldn't see why Sartre paid so much attention.

However, Sartre's observation ability is sometimes outrageous. Baibian thought so, and after observing again, he actually saw the tattoo on the arm of the bartender NPC from a very tricky angle. Baibian's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw clearly what the tattoo was from the cuffs.

Snake? What a beautiful snake pattern. This bartender NPC is ordinary, but he actually has such a special tattoo. Baibian was a little surprised, but when he thought that this city was taken from a projection of a copy world, he didn't think it was strange.

"Is that person... okay?" Sen Luo suddenly felt a little worried. He couldn't say anything, but he always felt that the person who played the game as a copy boss was not just "playing" as a simple thing, otherwise he would not have directly taken action on the 49th plane.

The purpose of human beings playing games is mostly entertainment, but if you say that the person played games for entertainment, it seems that he can't feel... "happiness". Unless it is said that the happiness of gods is different from that of humans, it is difficult to explain the situation of that person.

Sen Luo suddenly thought of a sentence "actions are unpredictable, and power is unpredictable". This sentence can be used to describe some difficult situations, but it is still not enough.

At this time, Tel Aviv suddenly patted Sen Luo on the shoulder.

"Although it is just my intuition, I suggest you don't think too much."

Sen Luo paused and said: "This is an occupational disease that I can't change even if I die. You can also think of me as a troublesome person who can never feel safe."

The profession of risk management is often ignored by the public in Sen Luo's current world. In short, it is a profession that no one knows what it is doing. It seems that it is a waste of money to hire such people, and it is actually not necessary. But the truth may not be, at least Sen Luo thinks his work is quite meaningful.

His work ranges from assessing world-class national systemic risks to assessing personal property management risks. Of course, his main job is in the economic field. If you want to talk about big achievements, he may not have them. What he does is basically to do investigations, and then report the relevant situation to the employer, telling the employer not to invest in a certain city or a certain industry, etc.

In most cases, employers will obediently transfer their investments to other places, but there are always some employers who do not listen to the advice and insist on investing, so some people go bankrupt and become penniless after a few years. Of course, not everyone ends up so badly, and some people make a fortune. Risk management sometimes cannot see through the direction of human destiny, and they can only give relatively possible opinions for reference.

"Even in the God's Domain, there is no such sense of security you want."

Sen Luo's face changed slightly, and he said, "This is a psychological problem."

"I envy your enthusiasm a little. With you here, we will get very helpful opinions for reference." Mo Sui smiled.

"..." Sen Luo was silent for a long time, and said: "Of course, I would rather serve God than work for the infinite system. I always feel that... it will update some of my own knowledge and experience."

"You really love to analyze yourself." Juan'er simply exposed Sen Luo's thinking habits.

Few people will confess their way of thinking, especially in the infinite world. It is dangerous for your way of thinking to be known by the enemy. Players don't just want to pass the level and survive. Passing the level is one aspect, and internal fighting is the mainstream. This is determined by personal interests and human nature. Perhaps some planes may achieve a state of great unity, unite to pass the level, and even deal with the infinite system, but that will definitely not be the plane numbered 49.

What is the right thing can be figured out by anyone with a brain, but the wrong things are the most rampant. No matter where you go, it is always like this. Intrigue is the norm.

So, Juan'er thinks Sen Luo is a relatively rare type of person.

Sen Luo met Juan'er's eyes in a flash. He had to say that although he had never been with Juan'er before, he could tell that this player called the witch was really powerful. He was used to using the amount of "inherent ideas" as a way to evaluate a player's intelligence level, but he found that Juan'er had almost no inherent ideas. For her, everything was doubtful, of course, this "everything" did not include that person.

A powerful companion is more reliable than anything else, Sen Luo thought sincerely.

"Anyway, take a rest for a while. If you want to play anything, you can play it. There should be some time now." Mo Sui made a summary, and then said to Juan'er: "Come with me to talk to the newcomers later."

"As for the master of negotiation, the chief of staff of the Twilight Union is quite good. I'm not good at talking." Juan'er said bluntly.

"You don't recommend the chief of staff of Olympus." Mo Sui was a little surprised.

"He, that old man, is an expert in unrestricted warfare. You know what spies are? He is the head of spies, the master of spies who trains spies." Juan'er said expressionlessly.

"Really?" Mo Sui thought for a moment.

"...What do you mean by unrestricted warfare?" Oran couldn't help asking.

"In short, it means to use all kinds of unethical means to deal with a person or an organization without any bottom line." Juan'er simply described the essence, and added: "For example, the beauty trap."

Oran was stunned.

Moss couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

"That's really unethical." The curious laughed.

Xu Ren secretly sent a message to Lu Meng: "Don't learn from them."

Lu Meng nodded ignorantly.

"The beauty trap can't deal with the dungeon boss, but it can deal with people," Juan'er continued seriously, "but in the orderly world, the 'beauty trap' is really more unfathomable than you think, after all, it is legal."

She was not joking at all, and even emphasized the word legal.

Some dungeons are like this, players cannot violate the "law", otherwise they will directly trigger the instant death mechanism.

"Indeed." Sen Luo nodded.

"..." Oran was silent, as if he remembered something.

Huang Xiru and Zhou Xiyu were also.

Mo Sui saw their expressions and soon thought of something, feeling particularly regretful.

At this time, the city time was almost early in the morning, and the party soon ended, and they left the bar one after another.

In the end, only a few people were left.

"Are you still not leaving?" Baibian reminded Sartre that the operating time of the bar was about to end.

Mo Sui looked back at the two of them.

Sartre was silent for a while, and finally got up and walked towards the door of the bar reluctantly.

Mo Sui was thoughtful, and his eyes looked at the bartender NPC.

"Impossible." After saying that, Mo Sui turned around and left.

After they left, the bartender NPC did not move, as if relieved.

It's a simple truth. If there are means to see through the soul, there are means to prevent such means. They hid from the emperor in the imperial capital in this way. But for now, their hiding means should be above their "seeing through".

The next copy is likely to be more troublesome than [Beautiful Hell]. It is necessary to reorganize the forces. Mo Sui was right. Fortunately, he didn't slack off.

Bei Heng wiped the wine bottle in his hand.

After a day or so of sleep, Bei Heng felt that he had suppressed the divine influence brought by [Beautiful Hell]. He just hoped that the next copy would not deepen it.

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On the other hand, in the independent space-time, the coordinate ark, the antechamber of the pure white temple.

"Sister."

In the silent environment, a low voice suddenly sounded.

"... What's wrong?" Elena, who was stargazing, lowered her eyes and looked at the people on the ground.

"Did I say something rude?"

Aaron sat on the stairs, his face seemed a little depressed, and his dark eyes became darker, as gloomy as the clouds before a rainstorm.

"You did say too much." Elena did not comfort him.

In fact, she did not agree with Aaron's intervention before, but Aaron insisted on doing so.

——"Anchor points, I hope to leave as many anchor points as possible. Although this will not shake the "decision" of that person, it can at least make that person look forward to us."

Aaron said so at the time, and Sartre also thought it was feasible.

"Well... It seems that the abyss alone is not enough, and more is needed. This is what my god means." Aaron raised his face, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Expectations... Of course, the more the better." Elena affirmed.