Probably speaking, in the absence of deliberate intervention by higher beings, a very small number of outliers will inevitably be born in a group with a large base.

Those who go beyond half a step are geniuses, and those who go beyond one step are madmen, and this is the truth, in terms of probability, the emergence of such geniuses and madmen is inevitable.

"In countless worlds, there will always be some guys that will make you jaw-dropping, and after a long time, you will know."

The fulcrum poured a new glass of wine for Donnie, this time it was not brandy, but a good Moutai, and he didn't care whether Downey liked it or not.

It's all pointless anyway.

"A beam of light from the world outside the walls was thrown here, and the guy who was sleeping in it, after a long time, finally woke up in the third generation, and then replaced a poor fellow, and the poor man happened to be involved in a terrible catastrophe, the battle of two genetic mutants, affecting him."

"At the moment of his death, something surprising happened, and the awakened soul replaced him in ignorance and became a new individual."

Fulcrum tells the story of the light to the sleeping gods and Donnie.

Now, they can all understand who they are talking about.

The Sleeping God frowned and glanced at Donnie, "I didn't expect you to really come from the world outside the walls...... It's not a character created by that bunch of fools in the newsroom. ”

Donnie was silent for a moment, trying to digest the news, and for some reason, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said, "So, the guys in the editorial department are also in a state of blindness......

"Yes, they thought they had created you, and one of the ambitious guys wanted to use you as a shell for him to get a new life, but unfortunately, he failed, and no one would have thought that the guy he 'created' single-handedly was actually a real traverser, and all his efforts became your things."

The fulcrum elegantly picked up the glass and tasted the wine, looking very happy and squinting his eyes, enjoying the long taste.

Downey was never indigenous, nor was he the brainchild of the editorial board — though the number one was considered his own until his death.

Downey is a time-traveler from the world beyond the walls, a real outsider who overrides the special group of newsrooms.

The atmosphere became a little silent for a while.

The Sleeping God stared at Donnie with wonder and scrutiny. Compared with the past fears, this time, there are more things about Donnie in the sleeping operation logic.

"Why did you come to this world? Still going to Earth to be an ordinary person? The Sleeping God asked.

"You ask me, who do I ask? I say it's pure coincidence, do you believe it? ”

Donnie was in a bad mood and went back, and then he looked at the fulcrum and asked the question he was most concerned about: "I came to the world inside the walls, is there someone secretly pushing me?" ”

That's his only concern.

At Donnie's level, there are some things that don't need to be entangled too much, so what can you do here? He is now a super-sized god, standing at the top of a vast world.

The process is not important, what matters is the result and the purpose.

Fulcrum glanced at Donnie strangely and asked, "Isn't the original you special?" Isn't it just an ordinary citizen? ”

Donnie was silent, and his heart suddenly brightened.

In other words, he is not qualified to let a certain existence spend so much effort and feet, all kinds of escort crossing, even before the crossing, he is also a very ordinary person, after becoming a quasi-ninth level, Donnie has repeatedly thought about his past life and confirmed that there is no problem.

At least the quasi-ninth-level himself can't see the problem, if there is really a ninth-level and tenth-level guy to arrange himself, then Donnie simply admits it.

"There is no doubt that this is just an accident, the only exceptional point in the infinite probability that brought you to the world within the walls. But honestly, you're still the first to be the first possible being in that endless impossible, the first ever ...... At least in my memory, you're the first. ”

Fulcrum smiled and said, "Even in the world you know, this kind of thing is very common, it is nothing more than doing the right thing at the right time, such as the guy who is far away from other universes, crossed into the main universe, and awakened the emotional spectrum of the main universe." And the Manhattan guy, who simply came from other multiverses, has been suffering from a powerful rejection since he entered here. ”

Traversers, in fact, are very popular in American comics, such as Woe Rong and Dr. Manhattan, are just petty, and the Watchers are also a group of time-travelers in the strict sense, and their backstage is the hardest.

Donnie didn't speak, but looked down in thought, his brain, which was beyond the speed of a multiverse, quickly calculating all possibilities, thinking about everything from beginning to end.

Everything is explained, is he a real time-traveler, or a time-traveler who came with memories, coaxed an unlucky guy in the editorial department and earned the first pot of gold.

"Then my Tinder ......" Donnie looked at the cube in Cybertron's core, feeling the inextricable connection.

The birth of an artifact is sometimes extremely difficult, and sometimes it is extremely simple.

But no matter which one it is, it must have the most basic characteristics - it is born with the blessing of some strong will, and such a weapon can be called an artifact.

The Medallion of the Watchers, the Ultimate Eraser of the Star-Swallowers, the Scepter of the Father, the Mystical Miracle Wishing Machine...... Each of them does not appear in a vacuum, but is produced under the influence of a strong will.

What a will, what a material, together create the different abilities that the artifact has.

The source of the fire is an artifact that has accompanied him step by step from weakness to greatness...... Is it the result of a strong desire in your heart?

No, it's not just his own wishes, but also the divine assistance that the thin man sent with all his might by chance, otherwise the source of fire would not have been born......

"To be honest, I don't know what attitude to put on you, and of course, you don't care about that."

Donnie drank the wine from his glass, placed it on the table, and said it calmly.

Unfazed, the fulcrum picked up the bottle and tried to fill it for him, but the bottle was pushed away by Donnie.

"Someday, I'll go and see the world outside the walls for myself, and I'll confirm it for myself. Thank you very much for answering my questions, and thank you for accompanying me as a mortal when I was at my weakest, which is really a rare process for an existence like you. ”

Donnie got up, followed the example he had done on Earth so many years ago, reached into his pocket, took out a bill, and placed it lightly on the table, like a normal drinker.

"Goodbye, old bartender, this is the last time I call you, the old fellow I know is long dead, buried by my own hands, and you ...... Just a stranger who makes me feel familiar. ”

Donnie calmly straightened his collar, turned around, and walked slowly towards the door.

A few people who had been drinking quietly at the other tables finally stood up at this time, and they looked at Donnie.

"Hey, do you want to go? I can't hear what you guys are saying, but just leaving like this is too much to ignore me!! I'm Zod, but I've always wanted to settle accounts with you! ”

A figure in black armor stood up, sneered and walked out, blocking Donnie's body.

General Zod, the Kryptonite who invaded Earth and was killed by Donnie, then the Supreme Mage.

"You...... It's not the zod I know, it's just a hybrid of countless zod's souls. ”

Donnie raised his hand and punched him lightly, and General Zod was smashed out of the air, and his whole body was deeply embedded in the wall.

"How can you be so strong?!" General Zod was stunned and asked confusedly.

He had grown to such a powerful level, only one step away from those multiverse-level ancient gods, but he was so vulnerable in Donny's hands.

Even more than he remembered, when the main universe itself was killed, the gap between the two was even more unreachable.

Another figure walked slowly.

Gu Yi's face was as gentle as ever, just like her attitude towards Donnie many years ago: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave, isn't it good to stay and talk to old friends more?" ”

Donnie glanced at her with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice, "Those old friends I know are all dead, including you...... Now you are the same as the group of people I am familiar with, I don't know you. ”

After saying that, Donnie pushed open the door of the bar and resolutely left, even though there were many guys he once knew in this bar who were quietly drinking and talking.

Inside and outside the bar, it is like two worlds, the bar is full of lights and wine, the most popular music is played, and outside the bar, there is a dim and dead silence, and the door is like a dividing line between the two worlds.

In the brief interval when the door closed automatically, Donnie's shadow was finally reflected on the ground, pulling out a long, long distance.

No one stayed with him, everyone just quietly watched him go.

The fulcrum was still focused on pouring the wine, his expression did not change in the slightest, and the sleeping god was always watching Donnie's back.

"It's a long story, one that goes from the first generation to the third generation." The sleeping god suddenly sighed.

This time, the fulcrum did not speak, carefully wiping the cup.

"A lot of gods, including you, know that, right?" The Sleeping God asked, and his instinct told him that it would be impossible to miss this time and get a little more valuable information.

The Chancellor must have known a little bit of Donnie's information, and the Sleeping God confirmed it, for the Chancellor was too powerful and of extremely mysterious origins.

And this fulcrum...... The sleeping god still can't see through it, and it seems that Donnie knows the origin of this guy, but he won't say anything.

At the end of the day, I'm still a fool and don't know anything.

Even Donnie, an outsider who is mortal in nature, knows more than he does.

"The world outside the walls is more cruel than you think, and your duty is to conscientiously complete the tasks assigned to you by the justice, and not to think too much about things, because ...... It's really going to die. ”

Fulcrum put away Donnie's dropped glass and said lightly.

"And what about you, where did you come from? From the outside of the walls to the world? I've exhausted three generations of records and haven't found any information about you. The Sleeping God asked.

Fulcrum suddenly smiled: "Me? I've always been here, but you've never found out, and if you don't believe me, go back and ask the Justice, and he'll answer you like that. ”

Any tenth-level existence is everywhere, even if it is not there, at the moment of thinking, all the fog will be torn apart by them, and all the mysteries will be gone.

Their level, which symbolizes the ultimate end, is no more, omnipotent, omniscient, and can appear anywhere and in any place as long as they want.

But obviously, the Sleeping God was unable to decipher the information contained in this passage at all, which was beyond the limit of the Sleeping God's thinking, and his thinking organs, the logic of calculation, even if they were operated to the extreme, could never decipher what kind of level it was.

The intense thinking activity directly caused the head of the sleeping god to heat up wildly, and the dark armor became red, and the terrifying energy flowed wildly in it.

But alas, he still can't calculate anything, not even simulation.

"Give up, think too much, you're really going to die. Your current thinking, at most, calculates the information of several multiverses, involving the level beyond the omnipotent universe, you are still far behind. ”

Fulcrum casually picked up a glass of wine and poured it directly on the head of the sleeping god, forcibly interrupting the sleeping god's thoughts.

Ordinary liquor, the moment it touched the sleeping head, turned into countless particles and immersed it, forcibly cutting off the sleeping god's thinking system, similar to the operation of forcibly disconnecting.

The sleeping gods fell into self-isolation again, and an unprecedented sense of frustration arose.

"Let's leave, it's time for my bar to close, it's late." Fulcrum kept smiling.

The sleeping god subconsciously glanced out the window, it was as dim as ever, where was there a late statement...... Still, he got up, and his heavy body looked intimidating.

"I'll come back in a while, it's rare to find a nice place." The sleeping god said in a deep voice, and in an instant, a banknote had been made in his hand, and he gently tapped it on the table in the same way as Donnie did just now.

Laughing, the fulcrum picked up the banknote, folded it, and put it in his jacket pocket.

"Welcome to the next time."

The sleeping god snorted, his heavy body turned, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, he pushed the door and left.

The bar immediately became quiet, as it should have been for most of the past.

A revenant who had died in the past multiverse also sat in their respective places, carefully sipping the wine, and was silent for a while, before starting to talk in a low voice again.

Everything is the same as before, except that there is always something more indescribable.