"Don't worry, there will always be solutions, young people."

After soothing Luo Zhengdao, who was restless, Hawking then changed the communication object to the world consciousness and said slowly:

"I request the release of the imprisoned Majesty in the name of the magic card master Hawking and all the magic card masters."

"Please...please... accept..."

Hearing the sound, Hawking's smile with relief was a little more satisfied. He happily said to Luo Zhengdao:

"I'll ask you for the next thing."

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao suddenly felt something was wrong and said vigilantly:

"I? What does it have to do with me? You...ah!"

According to legend, there is a famous dish called Loach tofu in Chinese cuisine that is almost in dark style. Luo Zhengdao only feels that his head is like the unlucky tofu, and thousands of small insects are burying and biting it hard. This strange taste of severe pain and numbness and itch, even if he has fallen into a coma, he can be woken up again. It is even more uncomfortable than death.

"ah--"

With a short and shrill scream and a rich and specific physical movement, Luo Zhengdao's performance was enough to be on the list of those who were about to die on the spot. Just looking at this posture, he immediately told others that he was going to be slapped, and all witnesses would support him without doubt. Fortunately, the ceremony of summoning the world consciousness formed a state of isolation from the outside world. If his subordinates saw Luo Zhengdao's tragic appearance, they would probably have to say something that was better than learning from the second senior brother and going back to their hometown to get married early.

"This is……"

In the midst of lightning, countless images, sounds and memory clips emerged rapidly in my mind. Luo Zhengdao, who was tortured to death, lay on the ground and suddenly moaned:

"...Who am I? Will Nidham? Luo Zhengdao? Or is the God of Desolation who was so unlucky that he even had his name forgotten?"

It is like a bizarre story about a person who had lost his memory suddenly recovered and recovered his memories for several years. Luo Zhengdao had heard a lot of gossip and interesting stories before traveling through time. Professional soap operas such as Korean dramas are even more willing to use this rare plot in real life as a gimmick, and sprinkle blood on the screen to create plot conflicts. However, at this time, countless memories belonging to Will Nidham and the God of Desolation appeared clearly in front of you as personal experiences, which can be said to be vivid in your mind. You call Luo Zhengdao and treat it calmly like a person who is fine, then this matter is too nonsense!

At this time, the image was suspended in the air five or six meters above the ground. Hawking still looked smiling and said:

"Haha, welcome your Majesty to return. Without your participation, this plan will be really hard to end!"

After just recovering some marks from the part of the memory of the God of Waste, Luo Zhengdao couldn't help but get up from the ground with anger, covered his head with his right hand, and accused him in a bad tone:

"Are you calculating me?"

Hawking's eyelids moved slightly and said:

"Okay! That's the truth, I don't want to deny it."

"What are your plans?"

“Complete deep fusion.”

“What fusion?”

After looking at Luo Zhengdao's confusing expression, he was sure that he really didn't remember it all, so Hawking was too lazy to explain. Anyway, the other party would remember it sooner or later, and said with a perfunctory meaning:

"Oh, it's not a trivial matter to finish what you didn't do back then. The integration of the two worlds is not a trivial matter. We can try our best to bridge the differences. In the end, it's not as good as your God of Waste."

Hearing this passage, several scenes flashed in Luo Zhengdao's mind. Although he couldn't remember the specific details, he at least understood that he was being fooled and said angrily:

"What am I?"

I guessed he would have such a question long ago, and Hawking replied with great confidence:

"You are both a magic card master and a desolate god. This is the only way to break the curse of the desolate god, otherwise we wouldn't let you come out."

Hearing the sound, Luo Zhengdao opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped. What else could he say? In the end, he had to change the topic and said:

"How many other magic card masters survive besides you?"

"Very unfortunately, like you, I am now the last surviving magic card master."

"Scammer, I don't believe you."

When Luo Zhengdao, who was glaring at the sky, said this, Hawking seemed both helpless and helpless, and later he smiled and said:

"Oh, it's okay, you will believe it, because this plan must be done by you, I can't do anything anymore, death is my destination."

Given the other party's bad integrity record, Luo Zhengdao did not believe him at all, rolled his eyes and said:

"Really? You don't look like you're going to die."

Hawking smiled, his lips moved slightly, and said:

"In fact, I'm dead, what you see is the last bit of residual energy and consciousness."

There is no way to prove it or prove it. Luo Zhengdao cannot get involved with the other party about this issue and said:

"Why should I finish that damn plan?"

"Because the result of not completing the plan is that everything is to nothingness, including all that you, as human beings, Luo Zhengdao and Will Nidham, and all that God of Wastes know, matter, and energy, have been transformed into nothingness."

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao had to get nervous even if he was not serious. He pondered for a while and said:

"You mean the world is destroyed?"

"No, the actual situation is even worse. The remains of the world will have a chance to be reborn after its natural destruction. Although the probability is also very low, it will disappear completely, including past history and all information, and everything will live up to existence."

In response to this, Luo Zhengdao, who was skeptical, asked back:

"How do I know what you are telling the truth?"

Hawking seemed to feel embarrassed when his character was questioned, and his smile remained unchanged, saying:

"Time can tell everything, I hope you don't find it too difficult to accept waiting."

After sighing, Luo Zhengdao felt full of strength but had no way to vent his feelings. He could only face the dilemma of being in the situation in a frustrated manner, and said unwillingly:

“What happens when the plan is completed?”

"have no idea."

"It's your plan, how could you not know?"

Speaking of this topic, Hawking seemed to have a lot to say, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, saying:

"No, the World Fusion Plan was formulated by the Gods of the Wasteland. We only realized after winning that you started the plan. There is no way to stop anymore, so we can only try our best to remedy it. Damn God of the Wasteland Curse, cough cough..."

Now that things have come to this point, Luo Zhengdao is also in a difficult situation, so he could only ask:

"What do I need to do?"

"Reconcile the loopholes in the integration process of the world, where laws conflict with each other."

"……Then what?"

"The world is saved, it should be like this."

There is no need for deep and lofty wisdom at all. Luo Zhengdao could also hear that Hawking's words were not confident. It was not as if he was very confident. Instead, it was more like comforting himself. When he realized this, Luo Zhengdao's heart couldn't help but sink. Although it was difficult to read the huge memory of Huang Shen, when he heard the other party's words, many scenes flashed in his mind, and the content roughly coincided with Hawking's description. The biggest question now is what should Luo Zhengdao do to be right? According to the other party's words, it was all so simple? He couldn't believe it.

Hawking said lightly:

"Your Majesty, you don't have much time left. Please hurry up. The Trinity is a great burden."

"Trinity? What does it mean to not have much time?"

Luo Zhengdao was very annoyed. He was led by someone like a fool. He was so disgusting that he felt so depressed. He couldn't turn against the other party. Even if he turned against the other party, how could he take a false appearance?

The magic card master Hawking didn't know if he really had a very good temper, or deliberately softened Luo Zhengdao's attitude, and said calmly:

"Yes, we originally decided to imprison you. You split yourself into three parts, two of which escaped, and the part that was imprisoned was only the one that was the god. Considering the time issue, you know, what would happen if you stuff something beyond the capacity into a sealed container? Your ** cannot bear the existence of the soul, and the result that exceeds the limit is only... "

Listening to his strange changes like amoeba, the cold sweat on Luo Zhengdao's forehead was almost gone. He was gradually recovering his memory, and the memory of the time traveler Luo Zhengdao is still the main line. Will Nidham, a mortal, will not be discussed for the time being. The ancient memory of the desolate god is too complex and heavy, like a book that has been covered for a long time. If he doesn't read it deliberately, it will not affect his thoughts. He will suddenly feel familiar when he is stimulated by the outside world. However, the threat of ** collapse triggered Luo Zhengdao's sense of crisis. He hurriedly asked:

“What do I have to do to complete the plan?”

"No, you know better about this than I do."

Not to mention the hard work and bloody battles after time traveling, after graduating from university, he has been in society for several years and has seen the huge gap between great ideals and ugly reality, Luo Zhengdao is not the kind of young student who is passionate and rushes to death after being incited by others. Don’t forget that it is this self-proclaimed magic card master Hawking has been using various methods to mislead his judgment. If he counts the sinister intention of hiding his true identity and deliberately deceiving the gimmick of the Eternal Great Library administrator, how credible is this professional liar? It is speechless.

Faced with doubtful credibility, he did not try to verify the authenticity, and he believed it as the truth as soon as he heard it. This kind of idiot was sucked by a telecom fraud group, and he would never be able to do anything better.

"Plan...World integration..."

Muttering these keywords, Luo Zhengdao's hesitation expression was obvious. If he suddenly caught a passerby on the street and asked him what he was doing today a year ago, who had met with, and what you said. It is estimated that more than 99% of people would be stunned by the question, and then his head was blank and could not answer at all. This part of the memory undoubtedly exists somewhere in their minds, but it is never an easy and ordinary thing to recall the subtle details of their past lives anytime and anywhere.

"Are you wrong?"
Chapter completed!