"No wonder it's a low-dimensional world. It really is abstract!"
As Lu Yunhe absorbed the world's information, he found that many of these low-dimensional worlds had been created through a chance convergence of a single thought or idea.
Because they were too ethereal and intangible, they appeared incomparably abstract.
It was like writing a novel. All one needed was a rough framework for the world and the characters' activities. As for the underlying structure of the world, the workings of all things, and so on, those were not things ordinary people could imagine.
If one truly tried to write it all down, even a stack of paper as tall as the Solar System would not be enough to record that information.
Abstract as it was, to Lu Yunhe, who had likewise fallen into a low-dimensional world, it was still a Real World. There was no sense of discomfort or incompatibility.
If not for his memories from before, he could have completely regarded himself as a native resident.
"Can you tell me about the outside world?" the Isosceles Triangle asked curiously.
He had spent his entire life in this puzzle city and had never left it, so he was extremely curious about the outside world.
"The outside world!"
Lu Yunhe thought for a moment. Which outside world should he tell him about?
At that moment, the Isosceles Triangle swayed. Translated into Lu Yunhe's understanding, it was probably the equivalent of patting his head. Realizing something, he said, "Since you've only just arrived in Sun City, you probably don't have anywhere to stay yet, right? Would you like to visit my home?"
"Sure. Then I'll trouble you." Lu Yunhe nodded. Unlike normal communication, his exchange with this Isosceles Triangle was more like an interaction between segments of thought and concepts.
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