"This is really... terrorism. ◇↓◇↓ Xiao◇↓ said," Su Jing commented, "What is your specific plan?"

"No."

"What?"

Lu Mengyao shrugged her shoulders very much and replied, "Where did I get the specific plan? I just returned to this era and only suddenly thought of the idea after I knew that the bird face was also in this place. As for the previous whispering with Asura, it was all on-the-spot response, and thought while talking, and pretending that I seemed to be able to deceive it. In fact, I saw this opportunity and tried to grab the rope before I stood firm. As for what the other side of the rope was, I didn't know."

"You are really smart and brave." Su Jing smiled, "So, is our current plan just to come up with a plan?"

"Yes, use your brain and come up with some interesting things with me." The magician lay down on the bed sheet with great alcohol. "And, by the way, help me take a shower."

The night passed like this, and the two of them were not in the mood to do any exercise. They hugged each other tiredly after taking a shower.

The next morning, when Lu Mengyao opened her eyes, she saw Su Jing sitting naked on the balcony thinking, with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Lu Mengyao always felt that if Su Jing learned to smoke, she would be a very masculine person, but the opposite of the usual image of a cynical person is that he hates smoking, and even Lu Mengyao looks unhappy when smoking.

Su Jing's hair was combed backwards, revealing his plump and smooth forehead. Under the sunlight, he was as solemn and dignified as a god. If it were a scene in Indian mythology, a celestial girl should have presented him with frankincense and myrrh.

Lu Mengyao turned around, allowing her eyes to look directly at him. Let Su Jing be a bad person with herself, which was another hurt to him. Lu Mengyao understood that Su Jing was a person who yearned for freedom, and he was unwilling to be bound by a kind or evil position. He did anything, whether it was a good or a bad thing, and claimed that it was only from his own preferences, but she knew that Su Jing was a good person.

Once, she asked Su Jing to do something very bad. Before that, she concealed the cause and effect of this matter, and when Su Jing discovered the truth, the two had a big fight.

Parting ways.

If, she thought, if, before doing this, she would confess everything to Su Jing and ask him to fall for her, hurt innocent people, and do such an evil thing.

Will he agree?

This question has echoed in her mind many times. Is his departure because she asked him to do bad things or because of her deception? If she was honest, would he stand with her, join in with the flow and fall together?

She was unwilling to face this problem back then, and blindly used this choice to test him. Humph. It was an idea that only a little girl who was not well-versed in the world would come up with. She thought that "love" could solve everything. At that time, she either did not understand the true meaning of feelings, or she had not fallen in love with him at all, but just regarded her rare "favorite" towards others as "love". However, if her feelings for him were not "love" back then, why would she be unable to forget him later?

Lu Mengyao, who was trapped in romance novel thinking, quickly escaped from her philosophy and found that she might not have escaped from the thinking logic of romance novels. She smiled helplessly. If she followed the logic she was most accustomed to, no matter what true love, false love, mutual use, or something messy. As long as he could do things for herself, it would be fine. As long as this kind of cooperation, this kind of exchange of interests can still be maintained, true love and false love are the same, no difference.

But there was another voice in my heart that kept reiterating. There was a big difference between the two.

"Well, if selfishness is part of the 'real Lu Mengyao', then it would be tangled with such trivial matters, and I'm afraid it's part of me." The magician helped confirm this fact, got off the bed barefoot and stepped on the thick carpet. He found a pot of milk on the table with breakfast.

"I came up with an idea." When she added milk to Su Jing's coffee cup, Su Jing turned her head and said.

"What did you think of... Oh, sorry, I'm a little distracted. Tell me what you think." Lu Mengyao was wearing a loose nightgown, and her slender collarbone could be seen at the collar. Su Jing picked up the coffee with too much milk and drank it all in one sip, and then rubbed her fingers.

"The subject of the idea is very simple, which is to disrupt the order of adventurers' society. Use a very simple method." Su Jing spread his palm and a small white bug lay on it, "How is it?"

"By actively giving up part of our technological advantages?" Lu Mengyao pondered for a moment, "I also considered your idea yesterday, but..."

"Do you want me to say it in person?" Su Jing pinched her face, "Just say it directly, don't be so polite."

"Well, after all, that's your thing. I personally think we have a better way to accomplish this." Lu Mengyao shook his hand away, "After all, that thing is very precious, if there is a better way."

"There is no interest, we cannot drive the power of disorder." Su Jing raised his finger, "Since we want to be bad people, it is better to be more thorough. What do you think?"

Before he could finish his words, the small watch on his wrist began to spin wildly.

Dream.

"Do you think that time, or history, can be changed, or can't be changed?" The doctor poured the hot tea into a cup in his small grocery store.

"Since you asked this question, it proves that you already have the answer. Since that's the case, I won't humiliate myself." Ludwig Goethe sat in a chair with a small figure relative to him, and turned his body awkwardly.

"So I hate talking to you, it's so boring, you rational-thinking bastard." The doctor angrily pushed the teacup in front of him.

"It's just rationality." Goethe took a sip of tea, "Of course, if it's a hypothesis, then, if I have the ability to change history... when I know that the future does not belong to me, I might try to change the process of cause and effect. If I think the current world and future destiny are pretty good for me, then I... will not choose to change the past."

"Hmph. Reason and Numbers."

"After 'retrieval's situation of better historical orientation and worse orientation, assuming that 'return to the past', the chances of these two events occur equally. Then we assume that the possibility of all good things happening is positive, and the possibility of bad things happening is negative. Then we assume that the current situation of timeline a is a positive number... However, as the world moves better, this trend brings a clear marginal decreasing effect. Under this simple model, it can be seen without higher mathematics that when the world is in the timeline a, or all positive numbers, go back to the past. Changing history, the expected value brought by changing history is not in our interest."

“I hate rationalists.”

"Rationalists don't care about you or hate him." Ludwig Goethe drank tea leisurely.

"So you just let history happen?" the doctor asked unwillingly.

"What's wrong? Suppose the universe we expect is a positive number and the universe Asura expects is a negative number, then we will naturally remain unmoved. Let the wheel of history roll forward and everything moves according to the established destiny." The God of Construct said happily.

"But I hate to be unchanged." The doctor sighed, "A long time ago, when I became the God of Time on the first day, the future I appeared before me and warned me that everything should go on the established trajectory. 'You must not change the time without any change'. He said this. 'Or there will be a disaster'. So I followed his instructions and worked diligently to become a repairman of time..."

"I suspect it may be just that you got drunk once." The God of Construction thought gloatingly, "Maybe it was the night when you were taken away that you would return to the day when you had just become the God of Time and say nonsense like 'You must never change your destiny'. If the universe is to be destroyed, then let him go. There is a fixed number in the dark, and maybe there is an existence above us who has been writing everything. Even if it is really destroyed, we can only recreate one."

"I am the God of Time, not the God of Construction, the God of Creation." The doctor stared at Ludwig and said hatefully. "You say you can see and change time, so tell me, what is the future you see?"

"I never do this." Goethe looked a little more serious. "I never interfere with the past and the future. Although I occasionally peek at it, I will not change it."

"Speaking."

"Fate itself is mysterious and amazing enough. Whether we change it or not, it is eternal and unchanging." The God of Construction said softly, "We are not God, we are just shadows of passing. The real ones have left this world and the ones who still exist in this world are just the "remnants" of our past. The real ones are this universe. You are time, I am all things. And the two things sitting here, incarnation? A shadow of ours. We look with our eyes and speak with our mouths, but we are no longer us. It has not been since we ascended to God for a long time."

"You speak more and more like Plato."

"No, I have always been Ludwig Goethe. In this hundred years, we have never changed, because we are a templated us. Are there any essential differences between us a hundred years ago and us now? Have we moved forward? Just like the two brothers Monsanto and Meng Shenji. If you still remember, they once prayed for the price of their age never changing their lives and exchanged enough power to save us. They have never grown up a long time ago. Just like us now."

"Okay." The doctor was silent for a moment, and he looked around the cottage, the shop, the souvenirs he obtained from the adventures of countless universes. The cottage was in an abandoned universe, the corner of the most remote plane, a slice that solidified in billions of moments, like a piece of amber. He lived in this world that had never been changed, in a person's dream.

How long has this life been?

He is infinitely free and can go to billions of stars, every moment. The infinite world in the multiverse, every world, from the beginning of time to the end of the world, can infinitely read it. And when he transforms into the time of all worlds, in an instant, he has already seen everything in all time and space in all the world.

And this never changed him in the slightest.

Is it the unique mind and physique of Lord Time, or is it because he had lost the possibility of moving forward as early as when he reached the top of the gods?

"Before this, I want to change this world through those two young people." The God of Time sighed, "I think this gives me a reason to exist here forever before the end comes. But maybe you are right, no matter what is ahead, I should not be afraid. Come and welcome our destiny, and welcome the destiny of the God of All Eternals."

"Let's leave and go to a world we've never experienced before." Ludwig Goethe smiled.

The doctor stood up and no longer looked at the collections around him. He hung a sign of "Permanent Retirement" at the door of the grocery store, and then pulled down the roller shutter door.

In the darkness, something flashed away.

Su Jing and Lu Mengyao experienced another time teleportation, this time they appeared in a square in modern times.

In the center of the square is a small sculpture, which Su Jing looks familiar.

After a while, he remembered that it seemed like he had seen it before. It was in London that he had seen the headquarters of the differential machine. The pyramid-like building is now made into a sculpture, with the cut surfaces covered with gears and belts, connecting rods and steam, like something weird and twisted. The gear virus in his elbow seemed to sense something close to it and began to stir.

"ah."

Su Jing suddenly understood the source of the gear virus and even the "breaking god".

"It turns out it's you..." He stared at this most primitive differential machine, which changed the history machine on the timeline of this world. The Gear Sage and the God of Algorithm have changed the world's broken god. It is this differential machine that changed history, the most primitive, London supercomputer.

The two stood in the sun, saying nothing, just looking at the sculpture.

Can time and history really be changed?

In the infinite dream, will the stagnant time start to flow again?

A flash of light and the two disappeared from the world.
Chapter completed!