Fang Yuhao looked out the window and stared quietly in a daze.

He is thinking about how to design more perfect "rules".

The rules here are like building blocks. The design ground is too simple, and it is impossible to form complex life, or even more complex matter. However, the design ground is too complicated, and it will collapse directly due to internal contradictions, and he has no way to achieve logical self-consistent.

This alone requires a huge amount of knowledge, and no one in their group can do it.

After thinking about it for a while, I gave up.

"This is the realm of God, and even the smartest people in the world can't do it."

According to this principle, the simpler the world is and full of loopholes, the greater the idealism power it can exert, the easier it is to leverage the rules in it, resulting in chaos such as "creation of voids".

In a small world with extremely large loopholes, even the human subconscious will directly reflect into reality.

"So, when I entered Zhang Lin's mind, I was still wearing clothes."

That's because he subconsciously felt that he had put on his clothes, so he really changed his clothes...

"How much can a baby have in his IQ and knowledge? It is also necessary to be full of loopholes."

"Okay, even if I was facing him at that time, I might not necessarily lose." Fang Yuhao thought secretly.

However, he felt that the solution at that time was still very satisfactory, and it would be unsightly to use force randomly.

After resting quietly for a while, Zhao Xianming said seriously with his hands on his back: "This small wooden house is our transit station to another idealistic world."

"We will rest for an hour here to maintain our spirits. Everyone keeps their beliefs at their peak, do you understand?"

"I understand!" Everyone shouted in roar.

In this way, all of these soldiers were in a calm state of silence.

But Fang Yuhao couldn't suppress his crazy beating heart. He and Shi Dapeng were whispering constantly, feeling that he had become a floating immortal.

It's incredible, it's really incredible.

Here, there is no truth or falsehood, only imagination.

Me, and my imagination... are the reality of this world!

This is the ideal world!

Thinking of this, Fang Yuhao's passion and ambitions were endless. He vaguely looked forward to a more colorful life in the future.

Of course, this statement is just the current deduction, and there are still a lot of loopholes.

For example, what exactly is "I"? Does "I" refer to the soul? Why is "I" an exception in the eternal ocean?

How is the soul born?

Maybe, "I" is also a product of fantasy by others?

No one knows these answers.

Even why "I" is still in the form of human beings, rather than a ball of cotton, a ball, or a pig, there is no specific conclusion, and it can only be vaguely attributed to the subconscious mind of the human body.

"After all, in addition to subjective consciousness, people also have a large number of uncontrollable subconscious minds." Shi Dapeng sat on the floor and said.

If the subconscious mind thinks that you are a person, then you can only be a human. If the subconscious mind thinks that you are a pig, then you can only be a pig. Many things cannot be controlled by subjectively.

"... And the ability of the void creation is only useful in the eternal ocean and the extremely chaotic super-small world, and at most it can be used to play with it. It cannot be used in most worlds."

"By the same principle, if the general idealistic world wants to remain stable, it must establish more complete physical rules, otherwise it will quickly disintegrate like that iron bead."

"...it may be attached to a big world, and only by continuous supplementary beliefs can we forcefully stabilize it."

Fang Yuhao nodded thoughtfully and sighed: "Oh, even if you are more physical and chemistry now, it is still too different. It is really impossible to imagine the truth by relying on the human brain alone. We must use some props, and it would be great if we could use computers here."

With their knowledge level, trying to imagine or deduce a complete set of physical rules is a dream.

"...So I think our real world may be one of the most perfect idealistic worlds with physical rules..." Shi Dapeng guessed randomly: "Because the rules are extremely complete, there are basically no messy idealistic phenomena. The science we master is this kind of rule."

Fang Yuhao was still a little confused: "According to this point, the super small idealistic world is usually created by a single monster? If a person can create a world, how can we pass this level? We are killed in seconds with a slap."

"It's too difficult to create a single person! This kind of small world is usually formed naturally and there are usually relatively complete physical rules."

"Look, the ultra-small world that this old turtle forced to create is just a small wooden house, full of loopholes and cannot breed natural life. If you zoom in with a microscope, you will find that you can't see the cells... It's like a picture, with a very limited resolution."

"I don't really believe that one person can create a fairly complete world. If it really exists, it's just like a god... a little monster who is still furious? As soon as he enters, he is suppressed."

Speaking of this, Shi Dapeng broke off a piece of wood vigorously and threw it out of the window.

After throwing the wood out of the window, it began to foam and expand incredibly, and then quickly touched the dragon turtle.

In an instant, it penetrated through the past!

It turned out that this turtle was just a phantom.

"This thing is not real..."

Shi Dapeng quietly leaned over: "If it is a world with imperfect rules, we are so strong that we can't even kill the nuclear bombs! As long as you can imagine it."

"If it is a relatively complete world, the other party will be restricted by rules."

"So, mental attacks and physical attacks are the most mainstream in the ideal world. After all, the soul and your current body are common rules and are the default existence of the entire ideal world."

"Why is this happening? What is the natural small world?"

"I don't know, the secrets here are almost endless. Anyway, let's listen to Lao Zhao. At worst, when we encounter danger, we both escape..."

Shi Dapeng was carefree and looked bold. It was probably not the first time he entered this magical wooden house.

Just as I talked about it, time passed quickly.

A window filled with red mist suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, which was their target world.
Chapter completed!