Super Fantasy Big Bang

Everything becomes at your fingertips, and you know the truth of the world.

Meng Ke calmed down his heart.

He opened up a space in nothingness, the warm sun was just right, a teapot and two teacups were placed on a stone platform.

After brewing the tea, he turned his gaze to the opposite side of the stone platform.

There was nothing there, but Meng Ke seemed to be waiting for someone.

He knows that this day will come sooner or later, as long as the author is not a eunuch.

The passage of time has no meaning here, and everything has meaning only when that person arrives.

He was waiting, he kept reminding himself of this sentence.

...

suddenly,

A boy appeared in the space, with short hair and an ordinary appearance.

If it wasn't for Meng Ke not being able to sense any information from this young man, and not being able to find any connection between this young man and this world, he would have regarded this man as an ordinary person who strayed into this place.

But Meng Ke knew that only that person could enter this space.

Under Meng Ke's gaze, the young man sat down opposite the stone platform. He skillfully picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, then slowly refilled it for himself.

The indescribable oldness gives people the feeling of a rural veteran cadre in the last century.

This seems a bit awkward with the young age.

A plate of caramelized melon seeds suddenly appeared on the stone platform, and the young man grabbed a handful and said while chewing:

"Meng Ke, the finale is coming."

Meng Ke knows that this person is the author, but what he sees now is just a high-dimensional projection like a small pen. The real author is so weak that he cannot even travel through dimensions to meet him here.

Finale?

Meng Ke suddenly asked, "How many words... have I written in this book?"

The author didn't seem to have expected that Meng Ke would ask such a question. He paused for a moment while eating melon seeds and said, "Probably... about 950,000 words. The plot is too messy to write down, so I didn't remember it either." .”

"Is the plot too messy?"

Hearing Meng Ke's murmur, the author suddenly became angry and said irritably, "Yeah! It's not because of you, if your character is not too direct, how could I not write so many plots? The result is now that many plots that I feel good are only half-written, and you know that many people in the comment area are scolding me? Do it!"

Meng Ke looked at him flatly, without saying a word.

After a long time, the boy finished eating a plate of melon seeds, and he summoned a plate of absolute characteristic melon seeds that can never finish eating melon seeds.

"So, what I did at the beginning still didn't make your book get banned?"

"You mean to report the matter?"

The young man thought for a while and said, "Speaking of it, I still feel a little regretful. If someone really reported this book and got it blocked, then my book would be amazing."

Although Meng Ke knew long ago that all his words and actions were only produced by the author's thoughts, he still felt a little sad.

In the author's eyes, the resistance he thought was just such a reason.

Perhaps, even now, the author will not believe that the dimension where Meng Ke lives is a real world. In his eyes, this is just a book that is about to end.

Suddenly, Meng Ke's eyes became cold, and he looked at the boy and asked:

"Author, what's your name?"

"I won't tell you, and if you really have the ability to travel to the real world,

You can also find me through this book, I say now, only to expose my name to the reader. "

"For a little punk like me, this is not a good thing."

Meng Ke can easily deduce what the author is thinking, just as the author is the person who is most familiar with him, so he is also the person who is most familiar with the author.

He knew that the author was also looking forward to it now, looking forward to Meng Ke's real access to the real world, giving him a different color to his ordinary life.

Looking forward to Meng Ke saying: "If I can enter the real world, I will not kill you, but I will tell you through my way that I have entered the real world, and this method is like, the author, your new book is a big hit, Tens of thousands a day."

But Meng Ke would never say that. Even if he could, Meng Ke would tell the author, "If I could enter the real world, the first thing I would do would be to kill you. You have any torture, only death! This is your only destination."

Yes, how sad it is to think that one's own destiny is in the hands of such a little-known little person.

This is even sadder than knowing that I am in the world of a novel...

Meng Ke sighed.

"This book was not blocked, I am really unlucky, I am the protagonist in your book, I am really unlucky..."

"Author, if you still write novels like this, I advise you to stop writing as soon as possible."

"Author, when you stop writing, I will enter the real world. Don't worry, I will never kill you on that day."

"Killing someone like you will only make my hands dirty. I want you to be one person below ten thousand people and live forever."

...

Meng Ke now has no way to physically affect the author, so he can only use this method to influence the author's spiritual world with words.

But the author sat opposite him, looking at him with interest all the time.

Yes, Meng Ke was able to say these words because the author asked him to say them.

In terms of Meng Ke's personality, he would do this, even if he couldn't kill you, I would disgust you.

But when this person is replaced by the author, there is no lethality at all, as if you are scolding yourself, which is a completely different feeling from others scolding yourself.

And seeing the expression on the author's face, Meng Ke knew it.

The author didn't treat him as a living person at all. In the author's eyes, 'Meng Ke' was just a protagonist in his novel.

What Meng Ke thinks and says, isn't it all his decision? This is no different from scolding yourself.

There are thousands of thoughts in his heart, Meng Ke did not know how many times he deduced them.

He asked, "What kind of ending are you going to give me?"

This is the question he should be asking the most right now.

The author nodded and said: "You know it before, this is a definite world, the only 'one' is in my hands, and I will give this 'one' to you in the finale, let you Entering the infinite unknown, only in this way can you really enter the real world and become a living person, not just a piece of text."

"Can you understand? Infinite unknowns equal infinite possibilities. In this, there are countless unknowns and infinite possibilities."

"Even if your possibility of entering reality is a meager trace, in this infinite unknown, this trace of possibility will be infinitely magnified."

"The infinite unknown also means that nothing is impossible."

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