After thinking it over again and again, Lin Jun still followed the man deeper inside.
Qian San was right. Everything here was nothingness. There was nothing about them that was connected to life; they could not even be considered dead.
They truly were just pieces of self-operating information left behind here, still running according to how they had been in life.
Hiss... Suddenly, the existences here seemed rather tragic. Were they dead after all, or were they living on in another form?
"Don't think so much. Don't worry about us either. Think about yourself instead."
Qian San seemed to know what Lin Jun was thinking and answered without looking back:
"I've seen plenty like you. Maybe you'll come here and live with us someday. What you have to face isn't an ordinary enemy—it's a world."
"Failure is the norm. Success is the miracle."
Qian San had seen too many people and sent off too many existences like Lin Jun. He understood the terror of facing an entire world, and he knew it was almost an impossible task.
But even so, Qian San hoped Lin Jun could bring this tragedy, which had continued to spread, to an end.
Of all the worlds that had been drawn here, which had not been destroyed in the process of the World Consciousness failing to be born? There were too many—far too many such worlds.
If he were alive, Qian San probably would not have worried over those weak little lives. But now he was dead, so naturally, he thought more.
"I still hope you can succeed. After all, you're rather special—you're actually human. Tsk tsk, and you came here already at this stage. Maybe you really can pull it off."
As Qian San walked, he muttered to himself, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"So