President

"President?"

Qin Yiguan looked up; at that moment, the vice president seemed to be talking to thin air.

Crunch, crunch.

The wheelchair began to turn on its own again, carrying the vice president and slowly approaching Qin Yiguan.

During the operation, a figure pushing a wheelchair and propelling it forward gradually came into view.

He was a boy wearing a black shirt over a white wool vest, with neatly parted short hair and glasses.

He pushed the vice president's wheelchair, his leather shoes clicking on the ground with a hollow echo. His nearsighted glasses reflected a bright light, obscuring his eyes.

Was the president pushing the wheelchair, standing behind the vice president?

Qin Yiguan's expression flickered.

The wheelchair stopped two meters away from Qin Yiguan.

The boy in the black shirt smiled gently, adjusted his glasses, and exuded a strong scholarly air, like a classmate you might bump into in a university library.

"Hello."

"I am the Qin Variants Chairman they are talking about."

"I am also one of your counterparts."

My name is Wuliang).

The boy in the black shirt smiled quietly.

Qin Yiguan slightly opened his eyes, "Wuliang... [Wuliang Conscience-Free Syndrome]?"

The boy in the black shirt maintained his smile and slowly nodded.

"Why did Qin Variants appoint ' Conscience-Free Syndrome ' as the president?"

In that instant, Qin Yiguan saw the black-shirted boy's arm. His right shirt sleeve was neatly rolled up, revealing a leather scabbard on his arm and a dagger inserted in the scabbard.

Qin Yiguan's expression froze instantly.

The Multiverse No. 008 that was wiped out.

Five seconds before the deaths of all humanity, a dark shadow appeared behind each person simultaneously. He pulled a sharp dagger from his right arm and, without hesitation, sliced through everyone's necks in an instant.

It's you.

Qin Yiguan's eyes widened. "You come from Multiverse No. 008! You slaughtered Multiverse No. 008! Why?!"

The boy in the black shirt wore an innocent smile. "There's no why. As I said before, my name is Wuliang), as you said, the Wuliang of ' Conscience-Free Syndrome)."

Qin Yiguan felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

It was filled with incomprehension and doubt; everything was so unfathomable and incomprehensible.

"Your universe has not been destroyed yet."

The boy in the black shirt smiled silently. "Everything you just experienced was a Dream General create for you. Of course, if you don't make any changes, the dream will become reality."

"Dream?"

Qin Yiguan turned around and saw Dream General by the long table. Meng Jiang had his eyes closed, and the black pointer on his shoulder was stuck at the 'sleep' position.

Qin Yiguan looked dazed, a certain power slowly resurfacing within him, "I still have a chance?!"

Of course.

The president of Qin Variants, dressed in a black shirt, said calmly, "Your first step is to understand the nature of the Metaverse with Qin Variants's help."

"The Metaverse... its essence?"

Qin Yiguan looked at the president, somewhat anxiously, "How can I find out?!"

The next moment.

Qin Yiguan, who had closed his eyes at some point, suddenly opened them again.

He was shocked to find himself back in time to before the universe was swallowed up.

This is not the Qin Variants's conference room.

It is the Core Earth, B5 Sector, Mirage City.

Things aren't that bad, but they're not that good either.

The earth is still there.

The black sun hangs in the sky.

The Core Aoke of each generation have just been pierced by spikes.

"Lord Qin."

I tried my best.

The First Generation's eyes were filled with despair as his head was burst open by the black mist, and his body fell to the ground.

Qin Yiguan himself still had no combat ability.

Behind me.

Jiu Zhengxuan slowly stepped forward, "Could your two friends from the multiverse... be helped us?!"

Both the Underworld and the Caregiver have taken a step forward.

Qin Yiguan's expression was strange; the distortion of time and space had left him unable to sort out his thoughts.

Jiu Zhengxuan pursed his lips slightly, "Yes, there are only two of them."

But the next moment...

Jiu Zhengxuan opened his eyes slightly, looking ahead in disbelief.

But then, five meters in front of Qin Yiguan, a young man dressed in a priest's robe appeared, holding a book that looked like Bible.

The young pastor turned around and smiled.

Qin Yiguan slightly opened his eyes.

He had seen this person before; in that mysterious corridor, he had seen many versions of himself.

This pastor in his priest's robes is one of them; he has 220 million followers!

Qin Yiguan's lips trembled slightly, "Qin Variants member..."

Jiu Zhengxuan doubted his ears. "What did you say?"

Qin Yiguan tilted his head slightly and said, "They are Qin Variants!"

Jiu Zhengxuan was puzzled, but seeing yet another ' Qin Yiguan ' figure with the exact same appearance appear, he was shocked. "What is the Qin Variants?"

But then the pastor slowly turned around, smiled at Qin Yiguan, and said, "In my own universe, I'm a charlatan. I have absolutely no idea how to be a pastor, and even the Bible in my hand is just a blank sheet of paper."

"But I really do have 220 million followers."

"Because I can drive away the demons in people's eyes."

The pastor's smile was gentle. "At least in my universe, there is no such thing as a demon; it's just the fear in people's hearts."

"So, I used [Gestalt Collapse] to conjure a demon in the darkness, and then killed it. In the eyes of the believers, I killed the demon that wanted to harm them."

"Therefore, we were revered as people possessing 'divine power,' and word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, accumulating over time and creating a huge sensation, which gave me countless followers."

"It feels good to be able to save others."

Qin Yiguan's Pupil trembled. "You possess the ability of [Gestalt Collapse]. Now, is your ability usable?"

The pastor nodded. "Available."

Qin Yiguan's eyes lit up. "Qin Variants sent you to help me?"

"Um."

"I'll help you."

The pastor nodded, looking up to face the dark sun.

"An equivalent of Qin Yiguan?"

AKI's shrill laughter rang out, "This won't change anything. I just want Qin Yiguan to live a life of suffering alone; there's no need to leave any other counterparts behind!"

A dark, sharp spike shot out from the black sun.

The spikes were less than 100 meters, less than 10 meters, less than 5 meters from the pastor's head!

Qin Yiguan's eyes widened. "Priest, fight back!"

But the pastor held the Bible to his chest, smiling, unmoved.

3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter, 10 centimeters, 1 centimeter!

From Qin Yiguan's perspective, time seemed to slow down, and the black spikes had already touched the priest's forehead!

Priest!

Why aren't you fighting back!

Qin Yiguan was anxious, his emotions churning inside, but he couldn't utter a word.

Swish.

Qin Yiguan arrived at Qin Variants's conference room again.

The president, holding onto the armrests of his wheelchair, stood in front of Qin Yiguan.

Qin Yiguan suddenly realized, "Was that also a dream?"

"No."

"The pastor is truly standing before you."

The president's gaze shifted slightly.

Qin Yiguan followed his gaze and looked at the Plunderer.

Countless red threads extended from the Plunderer's back, with each red thread ending in a red 'balloon'.

Each 'balloon' contains a scene from a Metaverse.

At this moment, among the many balloons, the most conspicuous one is Qin Yiguan's own universe, Multiverse No. 0573.

But then I saw it on the battlefield.

Qin Yiguan's eyes widened and his mouth slightly open, as if he was about to shout something.

Jiu Zhengxuan stood beside him, looking utterly astonished.

The priest stood in front, a black spike pressed against his forehead. Upon closer inspection, the skin on his forehead had been pierced, and tiny drops of blood had already drifted out, but remained frozen in the air.

Yes.

The scene is still, as if time has stood still.

Because at this moment, the Boundless One had left his seat and stood to one side of the balloon, extending a finger to gently touch it, as if pressing the pause button on time and space.

Behind the Boundless One lies [Time Lag Syndrome].

This condition will cause Qin Yiguan to have a significant error in his perception of time.

One second might turn into a year.

A year may become a second.

Qin Yiguan was utterly astonished. "Where am I right now?"

The president's calm voice came through, "You are in your own consciousness."