Ultra-dimensional Star Master

Ivey's heart hurts, it beats so hard and sadly.

Lin Mingmei's appearance appeared again. He couldn't even call her name, so he opened his mouth.

puff! A pool of blood splashed on his face.

The beautiful girl who looked exactly like Lin Mingmei tore off one of her arms.

He waved it twice and threw it aside. An arm is even worse than a chicken leg in her eyes.

"do you remember me?"

She took an arm from somewhere and put it on.

Ivey tilted his head, letting the blood drip, and looked into his heart.

"I, do you still remember you? Which one is you? Which one is you?"

The girl tore off her other arm, and she pulled a new arm out of nothingness and put it on.

Ivy had a very weird and disharmonious feeling.

The girl cut off one of her thighs...and replaced it with a new one.

From a familiarity, to a strangeness, to a new familiarity.

Ivey's mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

When the woman changed her body, he already knew what the problem was.

Putting aside the technical issues of modern medicine, we imagine.

If a person changes his arm, we will say that the person has not changed.

Later, he underwent a heart transplant, and I still recognized this person.

Until the person changes his brain, we say that the person has changed and is no longer the same person.

He has become the man with the transplanted brain.

In this case we can think of it as cut+paste.

The original is replaced by the new.

Because there is this iconic thing called the brain.

What if this brain loses its memory?

This is another interesting question.

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On the other hand, what can we say about things that have no iconic features and are inanimate parts, made up of parts that are constantly damaged and replaced?

For example, a pen, a pocket watch, etc.

Passed down from generation to generation, the inside and outside have been changed several times, and it is no longer the same as before.

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In fact, for us, due to metabolism, the cells in our bodies have changed countless times. It can be said that our past selves have died long ago.

Only two parts remain, the heart and the brain.

The man who died for several months due to the nuclear radiation in the island country remained awake. His cells no longer regenerated, but just died and decayed. Just thinking about it is hell on earth.

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The situation just mentioned is shearing, and no matter how the key parts are transferred, they are unique.

What if it is replaced by a copy, such as Schwarzenegger's "The Sixth Day", what kind of connection is there between the copy and the original body?

It's really a joke to cultivate a clone or something.

Who is your true self?

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Every day when you sleep, clone you, including your brain and all your memories, in your sleep. Then take away your body and smash it into pieces instantly.

The other clone remains in its current state, activated and placed on the bed.

When you wake up the next day, will you feel any different?

You will find that nothing has changed, you are still you, still repeating yesterday, today, tomorrow...

Well, let’s change the situation.

The first you in your body was not crushed, so why did you do such a cruel thing?

You are just taken to a strange place...and then you, or he, opens your eyes and begins to doubt life.

Okay, I'm still too soft-hearted, don't do such a thing anymore, the original version of you has not changed at all, and is still on the original bed.

There's just one more person beside you, a clone of you.

This is interesting, are you him? Or, are you you?

This is copying.

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Maybe the creator of this world is more lazy. It only creates an original version of you and puts it somewhere. All other worlds are just projections. The so-called copy, cut, clone and other worlds are all projections. They just randomly mark the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4... and treat them as your number...

It's really simple and crude.

The bad guy, the Creator!

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Some women make men feel distressed, and some women give men headaches.

This woman in red is probably in a superposition state of a good woman and a scumbag, which makes Ivey feel distressed and have a headache.

If you don't understand, don't think about it. Ivey frowned, covering his heart, watching the woman's performance.

At the end, when she replaced her head, Ivy was deeply shocked.

Lin Mingmei's head was replaced by Lin Xi's head.

"The world is too big and my head is too small. I'm so sorry."

When humans think, God laughs.

Ivey decided to follow his heart and stop thinking nonsense.

He gently hugged Lin Xi into his arms and said softly:

"I know that you do not exist. Even if it is based on the most profound and mysterious soul attack, the black hole of my soul will absorb everything. Therefore, you are the shadow deep in my heart. I must find you and wait for me... …”

The waves of the sea of ​​souls are turbulent, and the mud and sand on the sea floor are dancing with it, and a new piece of the puzzle is gradually revealed...

Ivey concentrated on watching with all his heart...

Suddenly the whole world fell into darkness, absolute darkness.

He fell downward, lost in time and space, endless and accelerating.

He had only one direction - all the way down.

Well, in fact, the direction "down" does not exist. As long as the consciousness turns in a circle, it can be understood as going straight up, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, or in any direction.

To move towards a goal and never reach it.

What a despair, like an abyss.

Stare into the abyss for too long, and the abyss will stare back.

It's there, always looking at you.

Looking at you stupid13.

Unless you take off your clothes and deal with it. I really can't do it without taking off my shirt.

I don’t know how long that absolute darkness will remain on display.

Ivey already has some ideas.

Haha, stop lying to me, is this the dark abyss?

No, this is the black hole of my soul.

Ivey suddenly became excited, and all the plots were meaningless.

Instantly awake.

Red, yellow, blue, white, black.

All five colors of magic have appeared. Next they will merge into a new world.

Alarm bells rang in Ivey's heart. This was the closest to death. If he couldn't figure out a way, it might be the last one.

"Freedom, Soul, Domino, Explosion..."

The five-color magic appeared, and in just a short moment, Ivey's soul seemed to have experienced thousands of years, been tempered like never before, and became tough and sharp.

Sure enough, fighting is the shortcut to improving yourself.

I thought I was going to fight a monster, but I didn't expect to feel like I was fighting a BOSS.

The five-color magic is merging the world, that weird and deformed forbidden love.

Ivey doesn't know anything about sexual interest.

He quickly constructed his own inner world, one-sided and two-dimensional.

Maebius Ring - a perfect world!

The chosen magic is dark magic:

"Creation of heaven and earth!"