American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Under York's gaze at this time, the old man looked completely void.

But it's not nothingness, it's like a combination of holy light, without the feeling of a physical object.

Yes, in front of his eyes, the old man was really just a ball of light, just light, just like the sunlight seen in human eyes, it seemed very illusory.

"Old man, who are you?" York said with a bitter smile.

"Can you tell me now?"

This guy can move freely in his calculation space. It is obvious that the old man is stronger than him at least, or at least a person from the previous dimension, so there is no influence.

"Child, what do you think?" The old man just kept smiling.

"You've made rapid progress! It's beyond my expectation. I thought it would take at least some time for you to reach this point."

"If you don't tell me, I will admit that you are God." Yorks rolled his eyes and walked to the old man's side.

"It's just that I'm curious, can you hear me when I pray?"

Gregory smiled and said nothing.

York was speechless, his expression was a bit obvious, but he also became a bit confused. He came to the side of the old man and looked out the window with him.

At this time, everything outside was in a state of stillness, as if the whole world was suspended by his hand.

The old man didn't speak, but Yorkshire also didn't speak. He just quietly felt the situation that was constantly escalating.

When his spiritual consciousness rises directly to another dimension, he is actually changing every moment, as if everything is fused to finally form this situation.

As for his experience of his own system, it seems to be something of a higher dimension, like someone adding something to the painting while he is still in it.

For example, if there is a black dot on the drawing paper, then the world it is in is a zero-dimensional world, which is equivalent to nothing, no size, no space, and no time.

It's just a tiny dot simply drawn by someone in three dimensions.

When a three-dimensional person draws countless points and connects them, a two-dimensional world is formed. The most powerful example of this is the ordinary ants in human eyes.

Because in the eyes of an ant, there is only a flat surface, and it cannot perceive any three-dimensional feeling, just like a three-dimensional person cannot perceive the four-dimensional world.

Can't feel it, can't explain it.

The important thing is that, to be more realistic, ants themselves are three-dimensional because they are three-dimensional creatures. However, they can only perceive everything in the two-dimensional world, but not the three-dimensional world, so they are two-dimensional in a sense. Three-dimensional creatures, and when they can perceive three dimensions, they become three-dimensional creatures.

The same is true for humans. In a sense, humans have evolved from points to countless points and lines, and then evolved to become three-dimensional from a flat surface like a 3D movie.

Wait a moment, and he has risen from the original three-dimensional creature to a certain dimension.

"Old man, I generally understand something," Yorks looked at the old man who raised him and smiled.

"Huh?" Gregory's face was full of kindness, and his eyes looking at Yorks became a little softer.

"In the past files, those saints or Irene were all your incarnations, right? It's like a human drawing a dot on a drawing paper?"

Gregory's smile slowly widened a little: "Son, what you said is actually correct."

"Sure enough." Yorks sighed: "This is the first time I feel my weakness. I thought I was strong. It turns out that a small black dot you randomly draw can create an earth-shaking scene. "

Yorks thought of the Sognefjord area and all the memories of the Kingdom of Norway, and then smiled, with a little self-deprecation on his face.

It turns out that the longest and deepest fjord in the world, with a total length of 204 kilometers and a deepest point of 1,308 meters, and the highest mountain on the edge of the fjord even reaches 2,405 meters, was actually caused by a black spot drawn by a certain giant.

This shit.

Yorks couldn't help but cursed secretly.

This damn thing was so hurtful. In the end, he was reduced to a frog in a well. He could only see everything in his eyes, and regarded everything in his eyes as if the whole world was only so big.

"Old man, this is the first time I really feel my own insignificance." Yorks couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the still world outside.

"So who am I, am I you or your toy?"

Gregory shook his head: "No, you are unique, essentially more special than anything I created, no"

When Gregory said this, he smiled and said seriously: "Maybe he is similar to me."

Yorks was startled for a moment and looked at the old man with a frown. He didn't understand what this meant.

"As you said, in front of my eyes, everything in this world is just what I drew on paper."

York's brow slowly relaxed.

"But you are not. You appear out of thin air without any roots or origins. You have not passed through anyone's hands or been created by anyone." Gregory stood up from the wheelchair. His appearance changed into a very young man, but there was no trace of anything. The five senses have no concrete expression, no real feeling, no body, and they directly transform into a real light person.

It's like it appears out of nowhere without any roots or origins.

"That's why I discovered you right away when you were just born." There was a hint of tenderness in the voice.

Yorks pursed his lips: "It's like a human seeing a black dot appear on his own drawing paper without moving anything, a connecting line appears, and a three-dimensional image appears?"

"Kid, you are really smart." The light man reappeared the image of old Gregory.

"If you say it's a feeling, it's basically true."

This made Yorks' eyebrows twitch a few times.

"Old man, if you can do this, then what are these so-called world cracks?"

"As you said, those world cracks were also drawn by me." Gregory smiled.

"Including the worlds connected by these cracks, the channels can actually be equal to what I drew, and the restrictions are also set by me."

"Why?" Yorks was silent for a while, and asked.

"Of course, it's to let you improve your strength as soon as possible and reach the world where I am." Gregory put away his smile, his voice was still gentle, and turned to look at all the static things in front of him.

"Because I'm too lonely."

When these words came out, York could inexplicably hear the endless emptiness, endless desolation, and endless indifference.

"No wonder, only when I tell stories, there will be this so-called 0.5 points of available attribute points." York smiled bitterly.

"So that's why, old man, you might as well just raise my strength?"

However, Gregory said seriously: "The only thing waiting for you is death, all disappearance, just like what you said, humans who can control the one-dimensional world and the two-dimensional world cannot perceive the four-dimensional world, the mismatch of spiritual consciousness, and cannot withstand that kind of pressure."

York's mouth twitched, the old man's words were really impolite.

"Okay, old man, so what am I at now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man smiled and seemed to be really congratulating him.

"Congratulations, you have been promoted to the fourth dimension, and you are one step closer to me."

"This tm..." York looked at the old man who seemed to be really congratulating him, and he didn't know where to spit out the depression in his heart. (End of this chapter)