The Collection of The End

So, Tokiomi disappeared a long time before I came?

He left a message that sounded like a shame. It seemed that he hoped that I could give him a hand after hearing it when I came back.

This idea cannot be wrong, probably because after he became the "root" of this small world, he discovered that many of my actions were not something that a mere "root" could do.

Oops, "mere roots"? It seems that I am also swollen.

But it is a pity that even if I am in the state of "dream within a dream", I cannot use the power of the root. Otherwise, it will directly wake up the two dreams, which is no joke.

But, when it comes to this...why on earth did I take such a beating for the director before? I was obviously sure that I was an ordinary person in my dream.

etc? Could it be that that wish is still taking effect?

[I hope to be able to carry all the pain and misfortune in the world, regardless of 'past', 'present' or 'future'. 】

Although it was Lin Hao who made the wish, "I" is "Lin Hao".

I cheated myself.

No, this can't be considered a trap. After all, if I had seen the director about to be hit by some mechanism, I would have rushed over and pushed her away without hesitation.

"Ms. Alaya?" Tohsaka Siri saw that I didn't respond after listening, so she reminded her.

"Remove the illusion of the surrounding scenery." Because it is a magic VI (virtual intelligence), there is no need to be polite to it, just give it commands it can understand.

"As you wish." Following Tokiomi's response, the distant mountains, the nearby winter wooden houses, and even the mountain road outside the courtyard wall all disappeared one by one, leaving only Tohsaka alone suspended in the endless starry sky. The house—and its backyard.

After a little visual inspection, I found that its total area is almost the same as the small courtyard I made here. No, I should say it is exactly the same. It seems that in order to fit the larger Tosaka House into it, the overall layout of it was also changed. Shrunk a bit.

Tsk, this is another Tohsaka characteristic, more than enough to maintain its achievements but not enough to develop.

It seems that I complained a long time ago. When both daughters in the family have extraordinary talents, they do not consider hard work and pioneering, but only think that only one can inherit their own imprint, so they have to give away one, and the one who is given away. It's not to develop, but to inherit the imprints of other families... Isn't this funny?

Um,

After all, it is a city-level world. Outside the stage are all backdrops. The teammates and villains are all acquaintances who look up but never look down. The world will be destroyed until the sky is dark and the earth is dark, and the influence is not even in one street. There is no point in complaining about this now.

But it is not impossible to bring Tosaka Tokiomi back.

"What is the tool you use to observe the rate of change of the world line?" I turned to Tokiomi and asked.

"In the house, please follow me." He waved his hand gracefully, the red wine and books had disappeared, and the chair he was sitting on gradually faded away.

The most important thing is to remain elegant... I don't know how many times he recorded these actions.

I thought as I followed Tokiomi into the mansion.

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The interior decoration of the Tohsaka Residence is exactly the same as what I saw a long time ago. The first and second floors are the daily residence, the third floor is the collection room and exhibition room for magic props on the surface, and the safe house and testing site are underground.

"That's it." Tosaka Tokiomi's illusion did not lead me to the collection room or laboratory or anything, but stopped directly in the lobby on the first floor.

Hmm...well, although I had some doubts when the director was inexplicably fatally attacked on the rooftop, it wasn't until now that I was sure what happened in the parallel world over there.

It's "Dudu Lu's Thousand Ways to Die"...

What Tokiomi Tosaka showed me was a neat row of eight huge rubies, all of which were cylindrical. There was a golden stream of light flashing inside them. Viewed from the front, it showed a six-digit ruby A number with decimal places.

The current value is [0.456814].

According to Tokiomi, adding a percent sign to this number is the world line deviation rate. So after I entered this world, or "this dream", it was completely correct to treat myself as an ordinary person. What I did didn't even make the number more than one-tenth of that amount when a 5% change would be huge.

"As you can see, its value is [4.999999]," Tokiomi's illusion said: "It is only one step away from 5%. If I make any changes, I may disappear from this world. I can only record what I said before. Awaiting your return."

"Huh? Wait, what's its value?" I looked away from the rubies and looked at the virtual Tokiomi next to me.

"[4.999999]." Tokiomi Tosaka repeated.

"What would be the reason if the numbers I see are different from yours?" I looked at the row of gems again to make sure they were still [0.456814].

"Prove that you can really solve this matter," Tohsaka Tokiomi's tone showed a slight fluctuation, "I let mortals observe it when I made it, but the numbers they saw and the subsequent changes were inconsistent with Everything I saw was consistent.”

"I have had conjectures about this. I may have created a piece of magic that exceeds my ability. No, a magic prop. Its function is to detect the extent of the observer's interference in the world. But except for myself, there seems to be no one. Others are able to 'interfere with the world' and I have to confirm with you again: what is the number you are seeing?"

"Yes, that's right, [0.456814]." I glanced at the ruby ​​device again and said firmly.

My words seemed to trigger Tokiomi's pre-set conditions, and he gradually became very excited:

"Yes, observers who do not belong to this world, no matter how big the waves in the river are, even if they can wash away the dams, trees, and farmland on the shore, they are still part of the river, and only those who dig canals and build dams can Only your actions can be called 'interference' in this river, and only you can help me."

"I'm sorry, although I have made this very ideal conjecture, I don't have much confidence in whether it can be realized, and I can't imagine how you can help me who has assimilated with the roots." The illusion seemed to calm down: " If you have any questions, you can ask this illusion, and I will tell you everything you know."

If I had given a different answer, this illusion would have responded differently. If I couldn't help, maybe it also had a function like "ending oneself gracefully".

"So, tell me what you did every time you interfered with the world," I thought about the standard way to handle this situation: "I'll figure out how to 'undo' them one by one."

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