At Zhang Fan's question, Buffett and Hu Baili exchanged a glance. Neither could answer him.
After all, the self-repair of cosmic time was only a hypothesis. Zhang Fan suddenly thought of another piece of evidence supporting it and said, "Back when I was in my own time, I heard about someone who claimed he'd come from a parallel universe. And he wasn't the only one."
Buffett nodded. "That's entirely possible. Perhaps something disrupted the timeline, but it was repaired afterward. Those who experienced the parallel universe returned to the original timeline, so they remembered the changes, while everyone else remained completely unaffected."
Zhang Fan nodded. "It sounds like your theory is about eighty percent credible. But isn't the stretch of time we're talking about a little long? Sixty-five million years!"
Buffett shook his head. "Overlord, there's actually a problem with what you just said. Are those sixty-five million years a certainty? You haven't lived through them, have you? Perhaps it wasn't that long at all. Besides, your human race defined Earth's concept of time yourselves, didn't you? Do you think it's reasonable to define the universe's timeline through human thinking?"
Zhang Fan shook his head. He had understood a little earlier, but now he could barely begin to grasp it.
Buffett explained, "Let me put it another way. On Earth, time is measured by sunrise and sunset: twenty-four hours to a day, three hundred and sixty-five days to a year. But we Atari People have an entirely different concept of time."
Hu Baili immediately added, "So do we Liruwara People. By our reckoning, one of our days should equal one year for you Earthlings."
Hearing that, Zhang Fan immediately shouted, "One day in heaven, one year in the mortal world! Holy shit, holy shit..."
Zhang Fan could find no other