This is the most glorious era, unprecedented prosperity.

Countless individuals living on this planet can receive unprecedented resource support, whether it is technology, raw materials, magic knowledge or other things, it can be easily obtained. The difference lies in whether the individual's life level can control the power that exceeds its own specifications.

Resources, for the Star of Sebordin at this time, are already a ridiculous word. There are many high-level gods who can produce and supply the supplies to 20 billion residents. To put it bluntly, it is endless.

Here are the wealth left by many geniuses.

There are extremely free choices here, all relying on the residents' own interests.

Even if you make a mistake, it doesn’t matter if you want to start over again. Don’t forget that when technology and magic advance to the present stage, soul transfer and body reconstruction are simply pediatric things, and lifespan has long been no longer an obstacle to the sublimation process.

Even because of the extremely long time, some residents really failed to reach their due level and always hovered at the low-end life level. When the information accumulated over a long period of time has become a burden that cannot even be removed from the replacement of the body, they only need to pay a little price to allow the existence of level five or even higher to take action and help clean up some unnecessary information.

It is easy to understand that on the single-mode Syborg, those who change bodies or even change from carbon-based to silicon-based life are common. The only thing that cannot be changed in this process is the soul, or more precisely the individual's will and spirit.

For a living body, the vision, experience, cognition, and preference formed after constantly experiencing many large and small events are the only criterion for distinguishing between different individuals. No matter how they transform themselves like a death-like transformation, turning themselves from flesh and blood to mechanical bodies, etc., this individual is still himself.

Otherwise, two clones will be created, can these two clones be an individual?

When a long life passes, the life forms that are still at the low level will continue to accumulate more information, and eventually their spirits will be overwhelmed, becoming dull and slow. This is the most dangerous time. His low life level has become a major burden for receiving information. When it is overwhelmed, it is necessary to rely on the more powerful residents to help clean up unnecessary information.

An unprecedented prosperity has arrived, and dozens of powerful high gods are on it, jointly creating a new era.

Now, what Donny likes to do is sit at the highest point and look down at his planet like an ordinary person.

Although he had no need to do this, although the backward visual organ of the eyes is essentially just one of the channels for receiving information, it is no longer necessary for the Nine-level Almighty God.

Although Donny only needs to know everything that happened on Seboratan anywhere, just like before, he likes to look down on his planet with his eyes and silently watch the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the countless residents.

This is not a task, but a necessary enjoyment in his already endless life.

In this rare tranquility and stability, Donnie greedily bathed in countless remarks and expressions, and a smile appeared on his face.

Sometimes, Donnie himself doesn't want to fight so hard, but there is no way. In this damn world, this American comic world, there are always terrifying rookies rising, and there are always old people who have lived for billions of years to recover, threatening to destroy the world, and there are always some weirdos who don't know which corner they have come out, and their concepts and abilities are obviously illogical.

At the ninth level, Downey's eyes and angles when watching the American comics world have changed drastically. After killing the ghost and the Phantom Stranger, he has enough opportunities to think about everything seriously and integrate everything from his past to present.

Donnie keenly discovered that the various things in the American comic world are full of contradictions and irrationality.

It is like a sieve that leaks everywhere, and there are madness and pathology everywhere. What is even more terrifying is that this world-class madness and pathology is always covered by various reasonable factors. It is like a crazy mental patient, but it is covered with a large number of coats with words such as "reason", "wisdom", and "reasonable", and packages madness into a established existence.

It seems that these crazy patients are like this. No matter what they do or have, they are like this, and they should have. No one or God should be surprised, and there is no need to explore the truth behind this situation.

Just accept this rationality and find a way to solve the problem.

This is what the American comic world gives Donny.

Once again, Donnie remembered all the things he had in his process from weak to powerful, especially when he had the only God, to the time when he officially became the only God, until he ate the Supreme Man and now he became the only Almighty God at the ninth level.

"I seem to have guessed that little bit of 'truth'... No, it's not appropriate to describe it as truth, because this is what people are like..."

Donnie narrowed his eyes and looked down at everything, watching the joy and sorrow of the countless residents.

The most special thing about Donnie is that he is a time traveler. Before traveling to the American comic world, he had a deep understanding of this world. In addition, he became a member of this huge and vast world, continued to grow and struggle, and eventually became one of the ninth-level giants.

In terms of vision, it seems that except for those ultimate beings who are truly omniscient and omnipotent, only Downey is the most outstanding.

"These seemingly reasonable and unreasonable are clearly...an alternative disease..."

Donnie's eyes gradually became divergent and he murmured in a low voice.

He remembered his understanding of the group that was born with extremely high authority in the first place: the donkey conjecture.

A carrot hanging in front can prompt the donkeys to run wildly until they die.

The nobility and power of the only god's person attracted countless gods to be obsessed with it.

The guy who is full of desire for the only person of God is a group of donkeys chasing carrots, constantly standing on a path that can only play one role at the cost of their past and future, and permanently nailing this path to death.

They succeeded, including Donnie himself, becoming the only god, locking a line forever.

They have become a permanent "patch" in the world, filling in a way. Even if the only one who has patched it dies, the patch still exists. Unless the entire American comic world collapses due to uncontrollable factors, this patch will always exist.

"This feeling... is really bad..." Donnie sighed softly.

The more patches you have, the more durable it can modify a ragged cloth that leaks everywhere. The more patches you have, the better the patches are, the more appropriate it is. This rag will eventually last longer and has a longer service life.

Or, it will have a longer life span.

"Although my guess may not be correct, combined with all my cognition and experience before and after time travel, I can only draw such a conclusion... At the very least, my speculation should be close to some real 'truth', a truth that I can think of except for the ultimate existence."

Except for those tenth level, of course only Donnie could think of it, because for other nine-level or even countless existences less than nine-level, no matter how nonsense it happened, no matter how strange it was, no matter how incredibly strange it was, the birth of a guy who should not have existed at all, was something that should have existed.

Only Donnie, a time traveler, can observe from a more peculiar perspective and be disturbed by this kind of "should exist" thinking as little as possible.

Those countless disasters, the sharp contrast between astonishingly stable and astonishingly fragile... The freaks who rose one after another, who were unreasonable no matter how they looked at it, and should not exist at all, were just freaks who were dressed in the cloak that should be reasonable...

I always feel that their existence is unreasonable but reasonable alien is clearly a virus that emerges from holes... No, it may not be called a virus, their own subjective will, nor can they say they want to damage anything... But their birth and their existence are really super unreasonable viruses.

From the holes in the rags that leak everywhere, they appear in outrageous ways and paths, entering the world where the cloth is located...the real freak.

"I have never been to the world outside the wall of origin, and cannot further evaluate the entire American comics world from the most powerful perspective and experience. To put it bluntly, no matter how special or bizarre the world is, it is just a small place that is even more insignificant than the cells."

"My inference may be correct, or I may just guess the outermost thing correctly, but now I exhaust all the things that I can think and deduce through thinking, and that's all..."

Donnie slowly stood up, his expression became unprecedentedly calm at some point.

"If you want to confirm my inference, you can only pass through the blockade of the Wall of Origin and look at the omnipotent universe outside the wall. Only after I have seen the entire omnipotent universe can I truly determine some thoughts that are extremely terrifying..."

"It's just a matter of time. The Wall of Origin cannot stop me now. As long as I want, I can explore the world outside the wall."

"As sooner or later, I will confirm that the so-called only gods, the so-called donkey conjecture and patching deduction, the so-called American comic world with leaks everywhere is comparable to the rag... This is clearly a meticulous system from bottom to top, gathering countless outstanding groups, guiding these few powerful, lucky, smartest, calmest, and craziest, and very few that emerge from billions of lives, making them the only gods and the patch to make up for their shortcomings..."

"This is not enough. You also need to use levels that seem clear but are full of confusion in many places. You can select these patches layer by layer, then hit the most appropriate position, and make up for the most urgent loopholes that need to be solved, especially the self-tearing and expanding..."

"It's amazing. Although I am also one of the many patches and are also serving as the mission of filling loopholes, this meticulous system is really amazing. If what I guess is true, then we are clearly using ourselves as a bet and using billions of lives in the multiverse as nutrients to extend our lives..."

"Spend life to the entire huge world!"

"Spend life to the world within the wall that is so small that it is insignificant!"

"Spend life to the almighty universe!"

"Even for the unknown that transcends the specifications and scope of the omnipotent universe!"

"The more I think about it, the more I feel scared... This bottom-up system of raising pots, this kind of forced division at different levels, just to select the best patches... and use a large number of so-called 'nutrients' that cannot be patches to provide these patches..."

Donnie's eyes became deeper, his brows gradually frowned, and a complex look of wonder and worry appeared on his face.

"Think about it carefully, an ant of level 8 can only take a little time and energy to destroy a vast and endless multiverse, erase and plunder all the billions of lives in this multiverse, and bless him..."

"And this kind of extinction disaster must be happening all the time in the countless multiverses in the entire omnipotent universe. The world inside the wall is so small that it is actually like this ghost. I don't believe that other multiverses in the omnipotent universe will be peaceful and stable?! So, every moment, a multiverse with geometric multiples is destroyed, and every moment, an astronomical multiverse is restarted, waiting for the next time to be destroyed..."

"This is really...it has to be admired!!!"

Donnie was really amazed from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of heroic move that makes people feel trembling from the bottom of their hearts is not sure whether it is a behind-the-scenes pusher, or that everything is just an instinct in the dark.

Donnie, in fact, prefers the second speculation that this chaos and madness are just a piece of rag to repair himself, from as many other intact parts as possible on the cloth, and crazyly mobilize resources to fill the holes...

This is easy to understand. It is like the human body that can cure diseases and create an internal environment to kill viruses, and it can greatly increase body temperature. The so-called fever phenomenon is essentially the self-heating caused by the human body's immune system killing viruses?!

As for the things like "I feel uncomfortable" and "I feel disgusting" that the brain gives back... Sorry, the immune system said coldly, you are almost killed by the virus. I work so hard to save your life. What's wrong with you? It's really, very, very reasonable for you to feel uncomfortable for a while, right?
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