The dark-red panel.
Dense information.
Most of it was background information revealed by talent upgrades, as cryptic as ever. But Jiang Qiao could now glean a great deal of useful information from it.
For example.
"Fate" seemed to possess some kind of vitality.
You thought you were controlling "fate," but in reality, "fate" merely thought you were controlling "fate."
That sort of thing.
It was rather terrifying when you thought about it.
But in the Supernatural World, it was hardly an unusual theory.
A long time ago.
Someone had already raised such doubts.
Were we really ourselves? Could we possibly be a Brain in a Vat? Could we merely be characters in some kind of game?
No one could answer.
In fact.
Forget the Supernatural World. Even the perfectly normal world Jiang Qiao had lived in before crossing over—
The "hometown" of the Peaceful Era—
Hadn't it also had similar conjectures?
When humanity explored the microscopic world, wasn't that equivalent to NPCs in a game discovering certain mysteries through the game's rules and attempting to explore the game's source code?
And the Planck Scale, the physical limit, was the boundary between the game and reality.
However.
Such conjectures would always remain conjectures.
They could not be proven.
The Planck Scale was twenty orders of magnitude smaller than the radius of an atomic nucleus. Humanity might never be able to probe that far. That value itself had been derived through mathematical calculations.
Hmm.
Mathematics was a very useful tool.
Your eyes could deceive you, your ears could deceive you, and your intuition and common sense could deceive you too, but mathematics would not deceive you.
Of course.
Mathematics was also difficult.
As the saying went, a person could do anything when angry.
Except mathematics.
In any case.
Fate was terrifying when