Grim Reaper stared blankly at the two of them.
What kind of freaks were these two?
Were they lunatics when they were alive?
Then again, some said there was only a fine line between madness and genius.
Grim Reaper carefully considered Liu Di's words. Having been exposed to so many deceased scientists, he could understand quite a lot.
Put simply.
In the microscopic world, quantum-level matter could form utterly unrelated entanglements.
This force could keep a pair of particles entangled regardless of how far apart they were, with no force acting between them, overturning all kinds of physical mechanics.
It was like one of God's shoes being thrown onto Mars and the other onto Mercury. If one was spun in reverse, the other would spin along with it.
There was no way to explain it.
"When in doubt, quantum mechanics."
"Forcefully explain all kinds of strange phenomena."
It was a joke, but hidden within it was humanity's ignorance of quantum physics.
"Human death is the departure of quantum-state consciousness from the body."
"Consciousness controls the body through an invisible force, and once the body is scrapped, consciousness is drawn away by another invisible force."
"It's all God's slippers—oh, no, quantum mechanics."
Grim Reaper thought it over and found it somewhat reasonable!
After all, when he had just died, he too had been a soul drawn in by the universe. Later, a "god" had appeared, restoring his thoughts and giving him the mission of guiding others.
Liu Di had gotten it all right.
At that moment.
Grim Reaper was drawn into his memories. He glanced at his Dark Scythe. It was not actually a weapon, but a crescent-shaped pendant patterned after a necklace his wife had loved most.
It was the reward the god had given him after he had guided