My doppelganger drama

The palace where the time spectrum sleeps.

A figure slowly walked in here.

"Ah..." It seemed like an exclamation, but also like a sigh.

"The most perfect work we have ever had, even time cannot take away everything from you."

The figure slowly approached, and finally stopped in front of Shipu's throne, without continuing to approach.

"You have gone through countless hardships, endured everything at one time, kept all the frustration and madness to yourself, and dedicated yourself to the world, but in the end you fell into obscurity."

After speaking, he received no response, and in the end there was still only a sigh.

After pausing for a moment, he turned around and saw Wan Yi walking slowly.

"Shadow, are you a clone this time? Or are you the real person?" The mysterious figure took off his clothes and it was none other than Resadin.

"Old fool, this time, are you the missing body again? Or the true body?" Wan Yi imitated his tone with a smile and asked in turn.

"Ha." Resadin chuckled, "That's right, let's talk. Now that things have happened, you are qualified to know some things. I am also curious about you, but it is a pity that the missing body was not able to give too much information last time. Many opportunities.”

"You left 'Hongji' here just to leave a passage that will not be affected by time and stay for a long time." Hearing this, Wan Yi said directly without being polite.

"'Hongji' is also a treasure of the broken world. In terms of qualifications, it can even take over the important task of the time spectrum." Resadin recalled.

"In the end, I can only leave you with a dark chess piece that you can use to mark the coordinates."

"Make the best use of everything." Resadin simply replied.

Wan Yi raised his head and looked at the time chart on the throne: "What is the value of 'all of us'? To be precise, what is the disaster that is the core of everything in your plan and retains sanity?"

On this question, Resadin pondered for a moment and said: "The place of origin needs a bridge to completely spread the influence to the outside world. This bridge can only be a disaster with sufficient qualifications. They can become numerous and unified, and can withstand enough A great blessing, even becoming the spokesperson and writer of the mysterious place.”

"theater."

"Yes, there is a theater there." Resadin nodded, then looked at Wan Yi: "It took us a long time, and the four of us gathered almost all the resources of the broken world at that time, to be able to send the time spectrum there. . But she failed to become the writer, and she even couldn’t understand why everything there existed in the form of a theater.”

"And you, according to my understanding, it seems that you have been there since you appeared in this world."

"No, I'm not..." As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yi remembered that he had just revised the script of "Hongji", "Initially, it shouldn't be."

"I was extremely surprised when I discovered that your basic power came from the shadows of others. It is completely like the shadow of a new individual, just like the existence of 'Hongji', it is an incredible miracle." Resadin said to Wan Yi's eyes are full of appreciation.

Then he shook his head slightly and continued: "Until a few years ago, that is, before you appeared, I relied on my activities in the Ether Sea to achieve a certain degree of freedom to enter and exit the theater. But I was unable to use any of it. Power. I am not a disaster. I cannot directly call on the etheric energy, and naturally I cannot be the matchmaker with it. Moreover, after you appear, I will no longer be able to enter."

"But relatively speaking, I have a sufficient understanding of it."

"You have written countless scripts. Unlike temporary borrowing of time scores, you truly own the pen and the original script, and you are the one who writes it."

Wan Yi blinked.

"Both you and Resadin mentioned scripts, but I have never seen them. I have only seen some scripts that were subsequently inspired and written through external objects. As for that pen, my control over it is far from satisfactory. Take charge of it."

He had no inhibitions and directly raised his doubts.

The person in front of me is probably the person in the Broken World who knows the Aether Sea and even the mysterious theater best.

If you don't ask him, then you may never get a clue if you just think about it.

Hearing this, Resadin walked slowly and glanced at Wan Yi repeatedly.

Soon, he stopped slowly: "Perhaps, you have overlooked something. What you should have is already beside you, but you ignored it and did not notice it."

Well, Wan Yi felt that he might not have a clue.

Resadin: I think you are.

Wan Yi: It’s different from what you said, I’m not.

Resadin: That must be your own problem, you must be.

Wan Yi:?

What nonsense.

If he really overlooked something, the person who is active in the theater every day is not Wan Yi himself, but the people in the play. Each one of them possesses unique skills, and their ability to observe and perceive is better than anything I don’t know. Why haven’t they discovered it yet?

Resadin shook his head slightly and said nothing more.

Wan Yi no longer struggled with this issue, but said: "After Shipu failed to enter the theater for the first time, you did not give up. At least your previous efforts have completed the results of sending outsiders into the theater. Next, you began to hunt in large numbers Kill disaster.”

"We didn't do this intentionally at first, we just thought about finding other ways. At the same time, we worked hard for world peace. The broken world at that time was still a soil full of disasters. When we were fighting against disasters, we had no choice but to throw them into the world. The etheric sea easily dissolved it. At the same time..."

As he spoke, Resadin paused slightly.

"At the same time, the dissolution of disasters caused ripples in the etheric sea. We began to use the power of the etheric sea, and as more and more disasters were thrown into the etheric sea, we unknowingly discovered that it had become rough."

"Along with this change, I was surprised to find that the connection between the place of origin and the outside world has become closer."

"An invisible passage paved by disasters appears silently."

When Wan Yi heard this, he felt blessed and blurted out: "Is that the 'passage'?"

"A template for disaster." Resadin was the first to give him the answer he wanted.

Although disasters can be easily eliminated by the etheric sea, at the same time, they are remembered by the etheric sea.

Their memories of the outside world are dissolved in the etheric sea.

It has become an invisible channel to the outside world of the Ether Sea.

It is different from Resadin's original idea, but it is a good breakthrough.

"In this way, by shortening the distance and radiating the power of the source, we can complete our original vision. Stop clinging to the theater and explore other paths. If you can't master the theater, then master the etheric sea and use the greatness of that red sea. Use the power to repair the world. Let the time spectrum become the 'original ether'."

After a long silence, Wan Yi said: "But you still failed."

"Yes." Resadin admitted without any displeasure: "We still take it too much for granted."

"The failure to truly understand the meaning of theater has ushered in failure. If the etheric sea is a white paper, then the theater is a symbol of all stories. Without stories being written, it is just a piece of white paper, unable to carry a new world."

"Shipu was crushed by the weight of the new world, and no one could help her bear the weight."

"No matter how many powerful selves she had used the theater to divide in order to increase her power, she could not save anything at that moment. The world was broken more and more, the time spectrum was torn apart, and she finally returned to a corner of peace in her heart. Sleep here."

After saying that, Resadin was silent.

Wan Yi didn't say anything, and the two looked at each other.

After pondering for a while, Resadin spoke again: "I originally wanted to find her again and make her the writer, because now I probably have the qualifications. But, since you have already existed first, maybe I don't either. It is necessary to cling to the past.”

"Um?"

"O my shadow, the writer who was born astray, I, Resadin, as the 'primary ether' today, sincerely invite you. Please join me and write the story of the new world together."

When the majestic voice fell, Wan Yi felt that Resadin was like a choir.

Heart-warming.

but……

"I reject."

Wan Yi was very unhappy when he asked someone to cooperate without even calling him by name.