From a probabilistic standpoint, without the deliberate intervention of higher beings, a vast population was bound to produce a very small number of anomalies.
Those who went half a step beyond were geniuses; those who went a full step beyond were madmen. That was the principle. From a probabilistic standpoint, the emergence of such geniuses and madmen was inevitable.
"Across countless worlds, there would always be some people who left you dumbfounded. Given enough time, you would understand."
Fulcrum poured Donnie another drink. This time, it was not brandy, but premium Maotai. He did not care whether Donnie liked it.
In any case, it was all meaningless.
"A beam of light from the world beyond the wall entered this place. The being slumbering within it slept for a very, very long time before finally awakening in the Third Generation. Then it replaced a pitiful man, who had happened to be caught up in a terrible disaster. A battle between two mutants had affected him."
"At the moment of his death, something astonishing happened. The awakened soul, still muddled and confused, replaced him and became an entirely new individual."
Fulcrum told Sleeping Celestials and Donnie the story of that light.
Now, both of them understood who he was talking about.
Sleeping Celestials frowned and glanced at Donnie. "I never expected you to truly come from the world beyond the wall... rather than being a character created by those idiots in the Editorial Department."
Donnie fell silent for a moment, trying to digest the news. For some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicably relieved. "So the people in the Editorial Department were deceived as well..."
"Yes. They believed they had created you. One ambitious fellow even wanted to use you as a vessel to grant himself new life. Unfortunately, he failed. No one