Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1823: Sliced flashback life
"Can't eat anymore,"
Sibaan lazily turned sideways, crossed his arms over the armrests of the chair, and patted the ground. "You have gained a lot of weight recently."
The brown-red earth, sparsely populated with clumps of wild flowers, only responded with silence. The sound of wind blew gently from afar, leaving ripples in the air that gradually spread.
A silent mountain hung upside down in the sky, floating on the horizon, as if it would crash down at any time with overwhelming force, shattering the earth and drowning his low and feeble voice... But at that moment in his imagination, it happened Before, there seemed to be only deathly silence surrounding Sbaan.
"I sound like an old man picking on girls' bodies," he paused and laughed silently. "...Although I am indeed an old man now."
The queen mother at her feet remained silent, as if she was really unhappy.
When Sibaan woke up this time, he looked at his reflection on a silver mirror weapon for a while and found that he looked at least forty years old, of course, referring to the forty years of ordinary people. If calculated based on the age of the evolved person... Sba'an thought for a while, but couldn't calculate it. He would never know exactly how old he was.
He has now lost the thin layer of fullness on his cheeks when he was young, and the lines of his facial bones are like finely carved sculptures floating out of the stone, cold, hard and clean, with astonishing undulations. If people hadn't often been fascinated by him, Siba'an would probably have forgotten that there was something unusual about his appearance; this time, he also looked at it for a moment and put away the mirror weapon - looking at his appearance, just to know that he was Which period of life are you currently in?
If there was any other difference, it was that he found that he seemed to be more relaxed and stretched in every move he made. It was as if he was surrounded by clouds and supported by the wind when he raised his hands and feet. Naturally, he was no longer in a hurry. Time had melted away the enthusiasm and eagerness of his youth, and he was vaguely qualified to be scornful of fate.
Every time after switching life segments, it is a little difficult to adapt at first. Even if you go from old to young, or from young to mature, it still takes some time to adapt to the improvement; but this time, the gap that Sibaan needs to adapt to is not big. He looked around for a week at the place where he was. After the environment, I suddenly laughed.
"So I misunderstood at that time?" The more he laughed, the more he couldn't control himself, because in his opinion, this was indeed a very interesting thing, but between heaven and earth, and in the universe, there is no one who can understand this interesting thing. The only person who can do this is himself. "I've always known that the arsenal is always mine...but it doesn't seem like that."
He couldn't even explain to others what he found interesting - there was no one around him now, except the queen mother at his feet. Now it has grown into a real small planet.
"It seems I did a good job." Every time he spoke to the Queen, he would pat it gently, even though the ground he touched was only as big as a palm, and the Queen was hidden deep in the center of the earth thousands of miles away. , and I don’t know if it can sense it. "I not only helped you become a real planet, but also developed it to meet the basic needs of human life."
The arsenal he dug out of the blue sky has already taken root on the Queen Mother.
It took him an unknown number of years, but based on the arsenal branch he captured, he expanded and developed it into a nearly all-purpose huge facility.
Sibaan always knew that he would own an arsenal. When he was "twenty years old", he once told Lin Sanjiu this way - that was not ambition, that was just seeking truth from facts. He just didn't expect that what he owned was a cut piece of the arsenal, and then developed from this cut piece into a behemoth that was not very similar to the arsenal itself.
In addition to the original function of the arsenal, this city of machinery and steel has also spawned many different branch chains, some of which are trivial details that the arsenal would never care about and cannot generate benefits: such as the production of clean water. There are facilities for basic supplies such as food and clothing, or human settlements with perfect conditions, and berthing bays prepared for Exodus, as well as repair ports and giant supports - although they are not yet completed.
In a time that he had not yet experienced, the mother queen swam to a place close to a bright star, so it began to distinguish between day and night. From this position, standing on the ground, one can just see the huge fragments of the meteorite suspended in the sky, like mountains hanging upside down, quietly stopping above the horizon. No matter how many times one sees it, it is difficult to avoid the feeling that the world is about to overturn. A sense of shock.
Maybe Lin Sanjiu would like this scene... When he woke up, he admired it for a while.
The next question is, besides him, is there anyone else in the Queen Mother?
Or I should ask, is Lin Sanjiu here?
Sbaan spent a day or two and finally determined that he was the only one in the Queen Mother. Even though everything about the Mother Queen and the Mother Queen was ready, for some reason, Lin Sanjiu hadn't come yet.
Could it be that this method he thought of doesn’t work? He told Ji Shanqing that he would find a way to keep Lin Sanjiu here so that he would no longer be displaced by the flood... His solution should be fine, otherwise he would not appear in the Queen Mother. So why isn't she here?
Isn’t it time yet?
He thought, and took out the mirror weapon and looked at his face carefully - you are right, he is indeed more mature and older than the last life slice, and there is a slight smile line hanging at the corner of his mouth, even when he is not smiling. Biting into his skin.
Judging by the age and appearance progression of ordinary people, he remembered that the last period of his life fell in the "twenty to thirty years old" range. It is difficult to judge the specific years, but it is also rare to have a very Long, continuous clips. This was the second time that he had experienced the "twenty to thirty" period. The first episode was also very long, and it happened to be the first time Lin Sanjiu met him at Ruyue Station.
He could not forget the moment when he saw her condense into a human form from a conscious body.
He didn't quite remember Lin Sanjiu's specific appearance at that time, but after just one glance, he felt that it was the woman in front of him; she was so young, and she was as old as himself at this moment.
After that, every time Sibaan saw Lin Sanjiu again, he would feel more strongly that it must be her; until later, this feeling became a natural recognition and a kind of belonging.
At the end of the last life slice that just ended - of course, he didn't know that it was the end of the life slice - he met a man named Ji Shanqing, who was extremely possessive, and together with him He went to rescue Lin Sanjiu from the modern world, and then fell into a game world... It was there that his last slice of life ended.
It feels like just yesterday I was running away from the man with the blue wall, panting in the room with the elephant, and when I woke up, I was already middle-aged.
He didn't know how many years had passed between the last life slice and this one, but the memories that should have occurred in these many years were like dreams completed in one night. After he woke up, he only vaguely knew the outline of this dream, but it was far less clear and vivid than other memories - because that period of life had been skipped and he had not lived it yet.
It's like there is only an extremely vague outline of the story, only three or two sentences, and the plot has not yet been filled in. It can be said that I remember, but I don’t remember: I remember because a forty-year-old person certainly remembers things when he was ten years old, but he doesn’t remember because this forty-year-old person has not lived past the age of ten.
However, if his life is really a story, then the storyteller will really have a headache: one part is a story, another part is a skeleton; one part is vivid, another part is blurry; one part is bright, and the other part is dim... He His life was cut into sections by the flood ~ IndoMTL.com ~ It was completely out of his control when to start living which section.
Others live step by step from childhood to old age, but he does not. "Sba'an" is actually a soul that will be randomly inserted into any slice in the time stream.
Currently, he only knows that he will live to be at least sixty years old - or, in other words, he will look like an ordinary person at sixty years old - because the first slice of his life started at the age of sixty. It lasted more than five years. The next one was about fifteen years old, and the next one was about fifty years old.
However, what was cut into pieces and flashbacked was his own life. Other people's time flow, or the world's time flow, seems to be normal: if we talk about other people's time - just say Lin Sanjiu - if Lin Sanjiu's lifeline is a book, then Siba An's state is like a bookmark. No matter how many times you take it out and put it back, no matter where it is, it will not affect the continuity of the book itself and its steady progress according to time.
However, he couldn't get as close as the bookmark.
He once told her that she was separated from him by a strait.
Lin Sanjiu was walking on the distant coast, but he could only float up and down in the dark sea. The last time he floated, he saw Lin Sanjiu; this time he floated, only himself and the endless sea water. He didn't know how old Lin Sanjiu was, where he was, and what he was doing during this period of time. He could only wander, prepare, and wait on the Queen Mother shrouded in silence.
But he wasn't worried.
Because Sibaan has seen the beginning of this book and also remembers the end of this book.