In a sense.
This was somewhat similar to Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.
That was simply the nature of the multiverse—insane. Everything in existence remained relatively independent, yet could still influence one another.
You could say that the Marvel Universe had been born from a whimsical idea in another universe. Or you could say that because the Marvel Universe had always existed, it influenced life in another universe, blossoming within his dreams, consciousness, and thoughts, leading him to create related works.
Those works were both reflections of a real universe.
At the same time, those reflections had also constructed universes that truly existed.
Within that utterly illogical multiverse, the two could coexist, because the Sea of Chaos never cared whether any of this conformed to common sense.
Madness, disorder, cruelty.
That was the true portrait of the so-called multiverse.
Somewhere deep down, Fang Mo even had the feeling that he might merely be a story in some other universe as well.
But as mentioned before, it was not merely that this story had created him. It was also because he existed that this story had come into being. Within the twisted multiverse, the two could even exist side by side. He simply did not know who had dreamed of him, or whose dream he had inadvertently influenced.
After all... there was no essential difference between the two.
I think, therefore I am.
Fang Mo did not particularly want to nitpick this issue.
Within his thoughts and understanding, some humanity still remained. Fang Mo regarded it as a symbol of himself and fought desperately against the erosion of his divinity.
But humans were too weak.
Their reason and understanding had limits.
Delving too deeply into the nature of the multiverse would cause the human part of Fang Mo to rapidly