"Offering me these flowers, and you expect me to pity you?"
"A spectator wants a good show. Who cares about the protagonist?"
The Mirror Monster continued to drift slowly.
"How do you observe humanity?"
"By browsing through different moments in time?"
With his back turned, Liu Di said, "You can look up what yellow and white chrysanthemums mean."
This time, Liu Di really left.
The Mirror Monster's enormous silver eye flickered as it searched through scenes in human history involving yellow and white chrysanthemums.
The next instant.
All kinds of music rang out in the empty cinema.
Mozart's "Requiem," Liszt's "Dance of Death," and the Chinese suona version of "Crying Through the Seven Passes."
And it itself floated quietly amid the flowers, perfectly square.
The atmosphere of a funeral home was overwhelming.
All that was missing was a female monster sobbing beside it.
The fine threads on the Mirror Monster's body trembled violently for an instant. Then, in a low growl formed from thousands of voices, it said, "Ant, bound by causality—when I think of your ending, all my anger can be quelled!"
Liu Di returned to the Experimental Graveyard.
He seemed even quieter than before. He chewed a piece of gum and sat upright for a while.
Could people truly ignore all idle gossip? They could not.
He tried his best to ignore the Mirror Monster's mockery.
But Liu Di truly felt his own insignificance.
Imagine this: if the Ten-Dimensional truly existed on a cosmic scale, then he was a mass bound to be overlooked.
Even being noticed by a ten-dimensional being would be a kind of fortune.
Would you pay attention to a grain of sand on the shoreline, even if it was multicolored?
If it was lucky, perhaps a young child would use it to build a