"Correct." Akto nodded:

"So, have you ever thought that the world of ruins is, in a sense, equivalent to an ouroboros?"

"Huh?" Su Mingan responded doubtfully.

Data streams surrounded them, and under the snow-white ouroboros, Akto said:

"The Ouroboros I'm talking about now is not a type of snake, but a definition of cause and effect - that is, if there is a cause, there must be an effect, and if there is an effect, the cause must be inferred."

"Su Mingan, have you ever thought about a possibility - if the two-dimensional world is a box, then the City of Measurement, as a one-dimensional world, can also be used as a box? In other words, there is a bigger box above us.

?Boxes within boxes, endless boxes?”

"Have you ever thought that we, being trapped in a box, are all a kind of program? Is the human universe itself a program that runs autonomously? When it meets certain requirements, it will return to the beginning?

Is the revolution and rotation time of the universe a data set in advance? Can the 'black hole' in the universe be regarded as a 'command program' that moves coordinates instantaneously? Can an asteroid impacting a planet be regarded as a 'measurement'?

'And the introduced variable is equivalent to rose blood? And the Big Bang, is it equivalent to a program restart, or a new simulation of the world? The universe is a huge observation box, and outside the universe - is it

Is there an 'Asa Akto' who controls the 'Dawn System' of the universe?"

The white brilliance condensed in the air and formed characters, each character representing a huge definition.

time.

space.

universe.

Restart.

It seemed that an invisible hand was squeezing Su Mingan's heart. Facing these theories, he was a little out of breath, and all that was left in his eyes were these white fonts.

His vision froze, and a thick layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

"Su Mingan."

Akto walked up to him.

Those dark gray eyes seemed to be locked with countless fleeting moments.

"This is the first time I have heard this statement, but... it fits the situation of the ruined world." Su Mingan pressed his chest and finally found his voice in the extreme shock: "What should I do?"

"What I need you to do - is to link an ouroboros." Akto said.

"How should I connect?" Su Mingan said.

Akto stopped in front of him.

"You want to turn your 'twenty days' into an ouroboros without a head or tail, so that the 'past you' will never reach the twentieth day." Akto said: "In more popular terms

As far as——"

Su Mingan blinked, and some indescribable premonitions arose in his heart. Boom, boom, boom, his heart was like a drum, as if it was about to jump into his throat.

He had a subtle premonition, as if a long-buried doubt was about to be answered——

Akto stared at him and whispered:

"you need to--"

"To 'induce yourself'."

…

If time is a 20cm line, every 1cm counts as a day.

When someone cuts the thread at 19cm, pulls it back to 1cm, and ties a knot. Then 1cm and 19cm become a loop with no beginning and end.

No matter who walks on the line from 1cm to 19cm, he will never reach the 20th centimeter. He will only return to 1cm after reaching 19cm.
Chapter completed!