Colonial Suit

In quantum mechanics, there is a famous experiment called 'Schrödinger's Cat.' It's actually quite similar to what Blood Pupil is describing right now. (As for what this experiment is, please search it on Baidu yourself; I won't go into detail.)

Before the box is opened, no one knows whether the cat is dead or alive because the cat is in a fuzzy state of atoms. But once the box is opened, the cat will inevitably belong to one state: either dead or alive. It cannot be both dead and alive at the same time. The biggest feature of this experiment is that it incorporates the observer into the environmental factors. The cat's life or death does not depend on reality but on the observer. The cat's life or death can only be determined at the moment the observer sees the cat, not before.

This is obviously contrary to reality. Because according to the definition of reality, how could a cat be both dead and alive? Whether people see it or not, it should have one state.

Fate is also like this...

The only difference is that from the perspective of fate, this experiment can be rephrased.

That is, the cat's life and death have already been determined, but the observer's behavior is ambiguous. Whether the observer decides to open the box or not is determined by fate.

The cat is dead because fate made it die.

The cat is alive because fate made it live.

The observer is also part of fate... involuntarily...

Just as Blood Pupil said. The Speaker has devised countermeasures against fate's arrangements, but the problem is, who knows if these countermeasures were not determined by fate? No matter what you do, there may be a pair of invisible eyes watching you from above, and an invisible hand manipulating you. Your body, your will, and even your soul, seem autonomous, but they are all in the midst of fate's jest.

When you think you have mastered fate and can become a strong person who dominates fate, you don't know that fate is laughing coldly on the sidelines, scrutinizing you with mocking eyes. If it is happy, it can let you continue to be complacent for a while; if it is unhappy, you may find yourself still on the chessboard in the next moment.

This is fate!

The greatest, most mysterious, and most uncontrollable supreme power in the universe, and even beyond the universe.

"No one can be the master of fate," the Speaker said, his eyes gradually becoming dazed. "Because it doesn't need a master."

"It only needs slaves."

He lowered his head, looking at the ripples in the wine glass, his eyes complex. "Muse and the others are wrong. What they came into contact with was only what fate allowed them to come into contact with. That's not Alpha, or rather, not the real Alpha."

"Relying on the power of the Mithril Lock is not enough to explore Alpha's true face. There is only one way to see it."

"Oh?" Blood Pupil's eyes lit up. He didn't expect the Speaker to still have a choice.

"What way?"

Blood Pupil asked. He had witnessed that invisible power. If he could come into deeper contact with it, it would definitely be a good thing for him. Alpha, the power of fate, was simply a forbidden temptation. The mere thought of it made Blood Pupil's blood boil.

The nerves from the apocalypse were calling for stronger power and greater security every minute and every second.

Alpha could provide it.

The Speaker glanced at Blood Pupil and noticed his eagerness, but the expression on his face was a bit indifferent. He did know a way, but that way... was almost impossible to achieve...

"The First World."

He said, repeating it again for fear that Blood Pupil hadn't heard clearly. "Only by going to the First World can you touch Alpha and see its true face."

The Speaker sat down quietly, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes flashing like a computer. But he said calmly,

"You should know the concept of Alpha. Usually, we treat it as a power, a destiny, but its earliest appearance was a pronoun. A civilization, a race."

"I can't say the name of that race, because if I say it, it will know. If I say it, it may lead to disaster."

"But I can tell you. It's in the First World."

"It is the true God, not a metaphor. Even gods are objects to be played with. Civilizations below the Second World, including the Second World, cannot arouse its slightest interest. It never appears in front of people because no one, no civilization is worthy of it doing so."

"I once speculated that whether it was the Krodel in the past, or us now, or any race in the universe, we are all its toys. It controls us, controls fate."

"No one knows its true face unless they enter the First World."

"But how to go?" Blood Pupil asked. The First World was undoubtedly a big mystery. Even though he had come to the Second World, he had never found any information about the First World. All descriptions of the First World were blank.

It wasn't that people in the Second World hadn't researched it, but thinking about how difficult it was to enter the Second World, how mysterious would the First World be? Those who could come into contact with a little secret would definitely hide it carefully, treating it as their treasure.

Humans were no exception.

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"I... do know some things," the Speaker said, playing with the wine glass, seemingly organizing his words. "But only clues."

"To enter the First World, you need not only location but also level."

"At least black hole level."

"Then, you can find a fluctuation in a certain location in the universe. Overlap yourself with the fluctuation, and you may see the First World."

"So simple?" Blood Pupil was a little dazed. He didn't expect it to be so simple to enter the First World. Then why hadn't anyone announced it? And he hadn't seen any civilization ascend to the First World?

"Because it can't be done," the Speaker said directly, as if knowing what Blood Pupil was thinking. "First, no one knows where that fluctuation is. Second, no one knows how to overlap with it. Third, and most importantly, no one knows the consequences. Alpha is terrible. Challenging its authority is not a wise thing, and even if someone is not afraid of death, they have to consider their race and civilization."

"And as you said before, how can you be sure that your actions are not controlled by fate? Maybe this information itself is bait provided by Alpha, the beginning of another fate. No one will try it easily."

"Alpha's mystery is the source of everyone's awe."

"But there are still ways, aren't there?" Blood Pupil said. He found that although the Speaker was describing Alpha's power, he was still very calm. He hadn't despaired yet.

And humans who haven't despaired will embrace hope!

"There are two civilizations that may have ways to enter Alpha. Besides that, there is one person who may be free from Alpha's control." Speaking of this, the Speaker put down the wine glass and stared at Blood Pupil with his eyes.

"The two civilizations are the Boca and Sasha."

"One person..."

"Is you."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)