"I feel like you've changed."
"It's weird, meow. I don't even dare joke around anymore, meow. Don't pull my tail—you're still the same bad guy, meow!"
"Your temperament? Is it that piece of cloth over your eyes? Something just feels off."
After resting for two days, Lu PingAn, visibly thinner, returned to work.
"Really? Maybe I'm just weak after that sudden illness. I do feel pretty drained right now."
Many people who saw him felt that he was somewhat different. Lu PingAn generally just tossed out a few casual remarks.
Sometimes, he even made a "joke."
"Maybe I'm about to reach Law Decree-level. I feel like a breakthrough is imminent."
"Keep spinning that tale. As if it were that easy. Getting stuck for four or five years would be considered lucky."
"Heh, maybe it's just an illusion. Last night, I was omnipotent in my dream."
After joking around and laying a little groundwork for the others, Lu PingAn went back to doing what he needed to do.
Even if he knew the model of the universe and the truth of all things, it seemed to change nothing. He still had to eat, sleep, mine, and live. Life was still life, and work was still work.
If he became obsessed with the splendor of the stars, the stone right before his feet would trip him hard.
But the others' judgment was not wrong. Lu PingAn truly was completely different from before. Once he had "opened his eyes," some things had changed forever.
He had already seen the "direction" of the future. All that remained was to fill it out through practice and verification. He now understood many things in an entirely different way, and there was no longer any need to repeatedly explain the importance of consciousness in the world of