Monster Hunting High School

"Why didn't you stop me?!"

"How dare you let me get into such big trouble?"

"It's not enough to take care of your children, take care of your bookstore, and take care of your school. I also have to take the blame for you? Where is your conscience? Do ancient wizards and above have no conscience?"

The indignant voice of the yellow raccoon made the small bookstore buzz, and also woke up the two newborn ratmen under the blanket. They didn't realize what had happened, and they were only aware of the thin blanket. There was a ferocious aura that was erupting unbridled, so he hid under the blanket and shivered, not daring to move.

The tabby cat looked at the trembling blanket under its eyes, becoming more and more annoyed, and suddenly had the urge to carve a few bloody marks on Old Wu's face with his claws.

It turned back and looked at the owner of the bookstore fiercely, its narrow pupils flashing with a fierce light.

On the recliner, Mr. Wu still covered his face with a book, as if he was taking a nap, but his right hand suddenly raised his index finger and shook it at the tabby cat: "A gentleman moves his mouth but doesn't move his claws... If you scratch him, there will be no dried fish to eat." ”

"My special cat is a cat! Not some hazelnut fungus!"

The yellow tabby answered irritably, with its tail raised high, like a flagpole or a spear about to charge. It opened its eyes wide, stared at the owner of the bookstore, and asked again: "Why didn't you stop me just now! "

Whenever the other party's answer is not to his liking and there is no dried fish to eat, it will rush over and scratch the bookstore owner's face with blood all over it.

“It is better to block things than to clear them up, and obstruction is not the best way to solve problems.”

The husband explained in his usual way: "I thought this would give you a better understanding of time and destiny... This would be very helpful for you to advance to legend."

Hearing the words 'Advanced Legend', the tabby cat, who had already lowered his body and was about to pounce, was stunned. Its high-erected tail drooped, like a duster, sweeping the thin blanket beside it. The originally shivering blanket visibly calmed down, and the subtle snores of two mouse-men came from under the blanket.

"The long river of time and destiny?"

The chubby cat's face wrinkled up as he repeated the words spoken by the owner of the bookstore: "What should I say? Will it affect that thing if I save them or not?"

It still clearly remembers that not long ago, on the battlefield of Black Prison, when the Siren King advanced, the huge, gurgling river stretched from the distant "nothing" to the entire Black Prison; that drowned all life, A long river flowing with fantastic magic.

Of course, the most important thing is the bright stars above the long river, which are the eyes of the ancients looking at the world.

"What do you think the river of time and destiny looks like?" the gentleman asked.

The cat hesitated for a moment.

"A river...a very long and wide river?" it replied a little unconfidently.

"What is the shape of time?" the gentleman continued to ask.

"Time?" The cat was already a little impatient. He flicked his tail, hesitated, and then muttered in reply: "Isn't time a dimensional line? That's what the book says... Since it is a dimensional line, it should naturally be linear, right? ”

As it spoke, it popped out a claw and scratched the bookcase next to it, pulling out a long and thin mark: "Hey, it's like this line."

Although he couldn't see clearly the gentleman's face hidden by the book, at this moment, Huang Huali could clearly feel that the gentleman was shaking his head.

"It is better to believe in no books than to have no books at all... Such an understanding is too one-sided and cannot support you in setting foot on the legend."

Mr. Wu's buzzing voice came from the bottom of the book, like hundreds of bubbles colliding with each other: "You know, this world is not static. Every life, every tree, and even every stone in the world, every time they Choices and changes will have different consequences.”

"For example, if a stone rolls to the left, it will block an ant hole. In order to get out, the ants have to dig a new hole in the other direction, and that new hole happens to be located in the most vulnerable part of the river embankment, so the embankment collapses. Thousands of people died."

"Imagine if the pebbles rolled to the right, or if the burrowing worker ants chose another direction, would the world be different?"

"Time starts from a point, just like a spring deep in Tanggula. It flows gurgling, small and weak. Every judgment and every choice of human beings will cause this stream to instantly create a new tributary. "

"Two tributaries branch out from one point, and one tributary branches into two, three, or four new tributaries, and then the new tributaries continue to branch into new tributaries... What does this look like?"

"Like a net."

The yellow raccoon squinted and nodded thoughtfully. A huge, seemingly boundless, three-dimensional network emerged in its mind, with each node having subtle connections with other nodes. This big network followed and The distant past unfolds like a huge blooming morning glory. The distant past is extremely thin and small, while the present and future are dense and large.

"Excellent."

The owner of the bookstore put away his index finger, replaced it with his thumb, praised the tabby cat, and continued: "As time goes by, there are more and more tributaries, and the network becomes denser... The distance is small and the near is large, so there is It resembles a long river."

"After all, it's still a river." The cat curled his lips.

"Wrong. The river is just an appearance. If you want to jump out of the long river, you must see its most essential appearance through the appearance... What is its essence?"

"A branching tributary?"

"Absolutely correct. So, time is an angle, starting from one point, with different choices as the sides, forming an open and stable shape... The 'side' of each choice extends to a certain extent, and it will become the starting point of a new time. , and then repeat the previous story, dividing into two sides again, like a rope...it can also be called a 'clue'."

"The clue is the progression of time."

"In a sense, the Hounds of Tindalos live in a more real world than most wizards, and Mshisha's experiments are more radical than most professors at the school."

The Tindalos hound is a creature that lives in horn-shaped discontinuous time, and Mhisha is their ruler. Huanghuali remembers that Zheng Qing had a dog with Tindalos hound blood. It always felt that Those creatures are very weird, but I didn’t expect them to be rated so highly by Mr.

But these are not its focus.

"What does this have to do with those two rat men?"

Huanghuali finally recovered from the endless sea of ​​knowledge and grabbed the question that confused him at first: "What does it have to do with you not stopping me? And if time is an angle, then what is the time dimension line in the dimensional theory? What does it mean? Is there two forms of time?"