The darkness of the sky is illuminated by a bit of indigo.

People from all over Faeron looked up at the sky in this lightning-like lightning, only to see that the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be torn apart by a brighter and brighter blue light.

The light grew hotter and hotter, gradually turning into a flame-like shape.

Nephes's little face suddenly turned pale with the appearance of the blue flame, two lines of blood came out of his nostrils, and his body staggered to the ground.

Nephes's face became as white as paper, she opened her eyes weakly, but she couldn't see anything clearly, and everything she perceived was wrapped in a vague blue flame, which was so deadly that it seemed to completely drown her small body.

"Sir, help......" she wailed and fainted.

Vika sniffed her breath and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although extremely weak, it is not yet dead.

She looked up.

Just as Nephes fainted, she heard explosions coming from all over Silvermoon City, and blue flames appeared not only in the sky, but also in the mage housing area, which seemed to be burned in a blue flame.

Howls of madness and despair wafted from all parts of the city, and the blue flames between heaven and earth shone brighter and brighter, and Vika felt the ground tremble.

"Sit down. She took out the two griffons she had raised, and took the three older girls and the two younger girls to sit on them, and flew their wings into the air.

Dozens of feet above the ground, the sight that greeted Vika's eyes made her even more terrifying:

It was not only the earth that was shaking, but the entire sky was emitting a hollow shaking sound, as if the whole world could not bear the burning of this blue flame without temperature, and trembled in pain.

Under this level of trembling, the mountains that could only be vaguely seen in the distance collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the high mountains and hills turned into flat and deep valleys, huge rocks tumbled and collapsed under the force of geological changes, and huge cracks appeared in the plains, stretching into the distance.

The splatters of lava added a touch of fiery red to the distant sky except for the endless indigo, but this discoloration seemed inconsequential against the vast blue curtain.

What is striking is not only the changes in the sky, but also the [***] in the forest and in the city.

A large number of spellcasters jumped wildly under the scorching blue flames and fell to the ground, and the terrible cries before death made people shudder, and the magical beasts in the mountains and forests also became mad and furious, attacking all the creatures they saw with red eyes, and twitching to death in a terrible wail.

"Oh my God......" Vika stared at everything with a pale face.

It was only a prelude to a greater catastrophe, but it already made her feel irresistible.

Does he really have the power to stop the catastrophe that follows this prelude?

And where is he?

She looked up in the direction of the Enoch Desert and Serre in the east, her heart beating violently, and she suddenly began to regret it.

It's really not a very good idea to stay in Ferron.

The catastrophe of the end of the world is far less trivial than the legend depicts.

As the inhabitants of Silvermoon City begin to frantically run away from the crumbling city, Vika finds traces of other family members in it, and her heart moves for the griffon to follow.

With these two flying mounts, it's enough to save many lives in a disaster.

The griffon fluttered its wings, and she looked at Nephes in her arms, and her heart fluttered with worry.

Seeing clearly those who were burned to death by Blue Flame, she could certainly know what the real group of people this disaster was targeting...... So, what about him?

Will he survive?

The worry in her heart made her frown, but she could only pray.

Because she couldn't do anything more.

...... A blank world.

'He' came to his senses.

The flood of memories that flooded through his mind made him stare at the completely blank world with some distress, and he was surprised to find that in this space, he didn't even have a body.

A string of thoughts pulled out of his mind, and he felt that he was indeed awake, but a strange feeling told him that he had lost his sense of the outside world.

That's not a good thing for him.

And one of the things that puzzled him was that he had forgotten who he was, what he was doing, what he looked like, and what the world he lived in was like.

His mind seemed to be crammed with a large number of memories that had nothing to do with him, and it was difficult for him to comprehend this knowledge, let alone know where it came from.

Where do I come from?

A hollow form emerges from nothingness, and it is impossible to tell the surname and age, but just looks like it is bowing its head and contemplating.

Who am I and where am I?

Strangely, these two questions repeatedly ravaged his mind, and all the memories in his mind seemed to be unable to answer these two simple questions.

He vaguely knew that he wasn't supposed to be such an empty form, and that his surroundings weren't the void he sensed now.

Answer?

He didn't find a ready-made answer, which made him feel distressed, and gradually, the status quo of being trapped in this void irritated him.

He walked around anxiously, and suddenly knew that it was useless to be anxious.

You can't rush it, just sit down and think slowly.

The hollow figure sat cross-legged, and since there was no ready-made answer, it had to use the derivation method to calculate the results.

What should I look like? What should the world look like?

The original question has been changed by a few words, replaced by two new questions that seem to be indistinguishable.

But these two questions were the ones he could find in his mind.

It made him happy - yes, impatient, calm, happy, he knew the name of these emotions.

I am a human being, so I should have a nose, eyes, ears, hair...... By the way, am I a man or a woman?

He thought for a moment that he was more likely to be a man, because the memory in his mind told him that when a man and a woman mated, the likely surname of the male surname was slightly higher than that of the female.

Then according to the probability, he is a male surname, and the likely surname is a little larger.

Think of yourself as a man.

He thought thought, and several holes of various sizes appeared in the hollow human form.

Now he could speak and sigh.

But he can't hear anything, so there must be sound, air, physical presence, and light.

He smeared an imaginary world like a creator god, but the world soon collapsed in chaos, and the rough human form was smashed into nothingness by the crumbling chaos.

Fortunately, the consciousness was still there, he thought happily, and at the same time understood one thing, it is not okay to scribble indiscriminately, and the rules must be followed.

And what are the rules?

He pondered blankly, there were rules in his head, but not complete rules.

Incomplete rules can also be used?

Of course.

People should not only have nose, eyes, ears, but also heart, liver, lungs, spleen and kidneys...... The sound, light and air of the world cannot be piled together like a garbage heap...... What is a garbage dump?

Oh, there should be such a thing in the world...... More and more things came to his mind, and the shape of himself and the world became clearer, until it collapsed in another chaos.

Still not enough...... He sighed.

Don't worry, come again, a few more times.

If you don't know enough, you can supplement it with reasoning and conjecture, and if you are wrong with your reasoning or conjecture, you can conjecture and reason many times, and you can always get the right answer.

The world and the self are constantly building and crumbling.

Infinite loop?

A man with a complete skin and visceral appearance walks naked and ponders in a colorful world.

Cars and horse-drawn carriages speed side by side on the clean avenue, a flock of pegasus and airplanes cross the sky in the distance, and in the distance, trains rumble on the railroad tracks, and in the high-rise buildings of reinforced concrete, blonde troubadours dressed in friezes play the lyre, sitting next to the radiator and singing about the moonlit night of the spring river.

What the hell!

In a single thought, the world returns to nothingness once again.

Only people remain, wandering alone in the lonely void.

How was the world born, how was it destroyed, how was I born, and where is the future?

The problem has changed again.

He didn't have an answer, but he vaguely knew that he had answered it, but he had forgotten it.

What kind of world will he create that will solve all his puzzles?

Create, destroy, recreate, and destroy again.

Gradually, material matter was no longer important, and what flowed in his heart became countless indescribable rules.

Old rules are constantly being broken, and new rules are created and destroyed.

Often, thousands of worlds are born or destroyed between the creation or disappearance of a rule.

What's real? What's fake?

Is everything real? or is everything fake?

What is the meaning of the existence of a world that has been destroyed in an instant? What is the point of supporting the rules of such a world? What is the value of such repeated thinking?

All will perish, and no one will be exempt.

So why do there rules?

Perhaps the rules and the world themselves do not necessarily make sense, just as there is a time when life will pass away, and so do the rules and the world, so it seems that the creation and destruction themselves are more worthy of discussion.

The rules that flowed in his consciousness became nothingness, and the object of his thoughts was replaced by the two concepts of creation and destruction itself.

What is creation and what is destruction?

All the memories in the mind lose their meaning in this thought, and only a moment of birth remains, and then a moment later it is destroyed.

Until creation and destruction filled his consciousness.

He stopped thinking. Lift up your hand that isn't there and stare silently with eyes that aren't there either.

Doesn't it exist?

...... It's just that he can't see it.

He suddenly understood.

He laughed out loud and began a new round of thinking, and the way of thinking was 'destruction'.

The surrounding nothingness crumbles rapidly, revealing a new world that seems to be familiar.

Penny's eyes snapped open.

(To be continued)