Just as expected, the Monitor easily persuaded his past selves.
As the Over-Monitor, he possessed absolute authority over his split forms. Reclaiming them was merely a matter of thought.
Even though these Monitors had independent personalities and ideas of their own, and could even reproduce among themselves, none dared object to the original body's demands.
Su Ming found the scene rather amusing. For some reason, it reminded him of the xianxia novels he had read before. Those stories had methods of severing the Three Corpses to attain sainthood, but the Monitor had severed fifty-one corpses at once. What level did that count as?
Of course, it was just idle speculation. The worlds were different, so there was nothing to compare. Sometimes he simply tended to think about random things.
The four of them stood before Thought Robot, looking up at the colossal figure that towered into the clouds.
World Forger stood three meters tall in his normal state, followed by Anti-Monitor at around two and a half meters. The Monitor and Su Ming were both within the usual range of human height.
Yet without exception, none of the four could even see Thought Robot's feet.
"No matter how many times I see it, it is still an extraordinary existence."
The Monitor sounded somewhat emotional. Even with his head tilted back, all he could see was Thought Robot's square chin, hundreds of meters above.
Even he could not understand how Thought Robot had come into being or how he had appeared here. He was not even sure whether Thought Robot was truly a living creature. All he could call him was an "existence."
Su Ming knew that Thought Robot currently stood around four hundred meters tall, not because that was his actual height, but because this hall was only that high.