bullyxtreme Chapter 106 The end of science is theology
Chapter 106 The end of science is theology
Wang Laoliu said, "Host, what I mean is, you are you, you are Li Tingyun."
Li Tingyun's expression was solemn as he murmured, "The tide is coming on the Qiantang River; only today do I realize who I truly am?"
Wang Laoliu continued, "To put it bluntly, you are actually the villain in this book, not some college student who just happens to have the same name as the villain... Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Li Tingyun looked up at him and said, "Wang Laoliu, you're not going to tell me the story of 'Zhuangzi's dream of becoming a butterfly,' are you?"
Wang Laoliu sighed, "Well, this is a fantasy novel after all, so let's not discuss philosophical questions like 'whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou'... Let's talk about science instead."
Li Tingyun said, "Is it reasonable for fantasy novels to incorporate science?"
Wang Laoliu said, "How is this unreasonable? The end of science is theology! There are always some things in this world that cannot be explained by scientific principles. They seem mysterious and mysterious, such as the existence of transmigration systems."
"If we were to force an explanation using scientific terminology, the transmigration system could be described as a product of some unknown higher-dimensional world, and the dimensional space administrators are higher-dimensional beings revered as gods by humans."
"After I said goodbye to you, I went to see this administrator. Of course, what I saw was only His projection in the three-dimensional world; I did not actually see Him in person."
“I asked Him some questions, and He also told me some secrets.”
……
That day, Wang Laoliu turned the doorknob and opened the door to the "little dark room" for the second time.
I remember the last time I opened this door was... the time he received a group message asking him to go to a meeting.
Outside the small dark room was a long corridor.
The corridor has no beginning or end, and countless doors are symmetrically distributed on both sides.
From the outside, every door looks exactly the same, and behind each of these doors is a small, dark room with a system control panel.
In one small, dark room after another, one unfortunate author after another was imprisoned.
Wang Laoliu stepped onto the corridor and walked forward with his head down.
He didn't know how long it would take to reach the place where he had last held a meeting—the author's service hall.
He only knew to keep walking forward. The opportunity to enter the hall was random; maybe he would get there in the next step, or maybe he would have to take a few more steps. Who could say for sure?
It wasn't until a large gate suddenly appeared in front of him that Wang Laoliu finally broke free from the unchanging, tedious corridor.
He pushed open the door, entered the service hall, and all he had to do next was... obediently wait in line.
There is only one consultation room and one service window.
The queue had already formed a long line, and Wang Laoliu stood at the very end, waiting quietly.
Coincidentally, the person in front of him was the same guy who was singled out for criticism at the last conference.
The old man had a vacant look in his eyes and moved slowly, looking like a walking corpse.
Although Wang Laoliu sympathized with his plight, he was too afraid to speak to him.
After all, this guy looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Wang Laoliu was afraid of being hacked to death by him.
So he stood there obediently for a long time, looking at the line in front of him that had hardly changed, feeling very anxious.
Just as he was counting the 13,964th sheep, a voice that was neither male nor female suddenly rang out in the hall: "Ladies and gentlemen, please line up again according to your system numbers."
The voice did not come from anywhere in the hall, but was directly implanted into everyone's minds by the administrator, as if a deity was whispering in their ears.
Wang Laoliu was a little confused.
Queuing by system number... Queuing by system number?!
Wouldn't he, 001, be the chosen one, leading the way?
The administrator's words were like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil, causing an uproar in the once solemn and quiet service hall.
The once orderly line had dispersed, with people in twos and threes whispering among themselves.
Wang Laoliu felt as if he were in the waiting room of a train station during the Spring Festival.
The surrounding area was quite lively.
Someone shouted, "System ID? That's great! I'm 211, it starts with 2. There aren't many people here, are there? Hey, I'll go to the front of the line!"
Another person said, "I'm doomed. I'll be waiting in line for ages to get into a 985 university. Is there anyone worse off than me?"
Wang Laoliu was secretly delighted. He quickly pulled out his left arm, rolled up his sleeve, and the three fluorescent green electronic numbers "001" were clearly displayed on his wrist.
He silently checked it several times in his mind before lowering his sleeve to cover the string of numbers.
Wang Laoliu felt inexplicably nervous.
Just like he was the first to take the stage to give a speech, the first to be interviewed, and the first to be randomly checked for recitation!
But all he wanted to do was go to the toilet.
Although the authors locked in the dark room no longer had passive needs such as eating, drinking, and relieving themselves.
But when he got nervous, he still felt the urge to urinate.
Dog meat is not served.
"Fuck, fuck!"
A loud shout suddenly erupted from the crowd.
"There's a big shot here whose number starts with 1, and he's even 110... Dude, were you a cop before?"
A group of people surrounded them.
The loud voice, numbered 211, shouted again: "Young Master Duo? 110? Something's not right!"
Everyone's attention was focused on "211".
Wang Laoliu secretly slipped over to listen to his detailed explanation:
"How come I heard that out of our group of 999, the first 200 have all been wiped out?!"
"Those hosts chosen by the authors repeatedly restarted the timelines, and the system determined that their transmigration missions were not up to standard, so their little black rooms were all locked up!"
Wang Laoliu thought to himself: Good heavens, how come I didn't know I was beyond saving?
“211” continued, “And as far as I know, at least 70 percent of the 999 authors who are taken to the dark room in each batch will be eliminated.”
"So when I say that two hundred people have already never come back, I'm not exaggerating!"
"Don't just look at me, everyone. Think about it yourselves. What did the supervisor say to you before you started your jobs?"
Following his train of thought, Wang Laoliu recalled his first day in the dark room.
He knew back then that this dimensional space was specifically designed for unqualified online novel authors.
Especially those like him who stop writing halfway through.
Authors who abandon their writing are highly likely to be arrested and detained.
These unlucky souls need to operate the transmigration system in a dark room, randomly binding themselves to a reader as a host, and working together to repair the world line... To be honest, the chosen reader is actually quite unlucky too.
If the host ultimately fails to complete the main quest, the system will restart the timeline.
The more times the game is restarted, the stronger the characters' sense of autonomy becomes.
As more and more characters deviate from the original storyline, the host will find it increasingly difficult to complete the main quest.
The space administrator had already given a clear warning: after repeatedly restarting the world line and falling into a loop mode, up to 70% of the authors and hosts would be powerless to reverse the situation.
The author's "black room" will be permanently closed, and the host will be trapped in this other world forever.
All traces of them in the real world will be erased.
Among all types of novels, male-oriented fantasy novels are the most difficult to complete.
If the host's identity is that of a villain or cannon fodder, the Heavenly Dao is not on their side at all, their luck is often ridiculously bad, and restarting the world line is inevitable.
The transmigration system also has a very treacherous unspoken rule:
As long as the host completes the main quest, the author, whether dead or alive, will be freed from the confinement in the dark room.
This leads many authors to prefer to keep a secret.
They will conceal some information, create information gaps, keep the host in the dark, and obediently follow their orders.
To complete the mission, the author is willing to sacrifice the host's life for another.
This shows that the host and the author, though seemingly working together, are actually at odds.
Wang Laoliu was drawn to this point, and when he initially chose readers to bind as hosts, he immediately took a liking to Li Tingyun, this "clear-headed and foolish" college student.
He wanted to choose a little white rabbit that was easy to tame.
He never expected that this kid was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
On his very first day in the book, he exposed all his secrets!
Wang Laoliu had no doubt about how difficult this game would be, especially since he had chosen a host that was difficult to control.
It's harder.
Li Tingyun transmigrated into the body of a villain, and one of her main tasks was to help the protagonist cultivate immortality.
Because of his villainous status, he is despised by the world, and everyone hates him so much that they want to kill him. After the protagonist becomes an immortal, he will definitely turn around and give him a piece of his mind.
What if this guy beats the host to death before the system teleports him back to the real world...?
Then he'll be completely dead and can never go back.
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
Even though Li Tingyun isn't as obsessed with returning to the real world as Wang Laoliu, as the ultimate villain in the entire story, he still wants to elevate someone who is destined to kill him to a god-like status—he must be out of his mind to do something so stupid.
Li Tingyun would never seek his own death, so his enthusiasm for completing tasks has never been high.
To put it bluntly, he never intended to properly complete the main quest.
He's always creating unnecessary trouble.
They are constantly outsmarting and outmaneuvering the system.
He's used to going his own way and leaving others to watch helplessly!
Wang Laoliu had to admit that his host was really smart and had realized very early on that the transmigration system was a complete disaster.
Even if he is forced to make choices that are not what he wants, even if he is forced to accept a life script that is not suitable for him, the host still has a way to lead the system by the nose.
Taking an unconventional approach is the mark of a true master.
Wang Laoliu was quite impressed with this.