I control the world with magic - Chapter 432

The figure in the bathroom suddenly paused, Nangong Mengli seemed to be stiff for a moment, and then she turned off the faucet.

A white and slender arm stretched out from the bathroom and grabbed the bath towel hanging on the wall.

When she walked out of the bathroom, the white bath towel was already wrapped around her body, and crystal water drops fell along her smooth thighs and landed on her bare feet.

She rubbed her wet hair and said calmly: “Peeping is not a gentleman’s behavior.”

“Sorry.” Su Mu said lightly, without any apology in his tone.

“I have a question to confirm. How long has it been since we last met?”

“More than half a month, since I gave you all the twelve swords of the kingship I collected last time, you have disappeared for more than half a month. Do you have any other questions?”

“No.”

“Then can you please go out first? I want to change clothes.”

“Okay.”

Su Mu exited Nangong Mengli’s folder.

In the bathroom, Nangong Mengli directly began to wipe her body and change clothes.

In the computer room, Su Mu roughly estimated the time. It was only an hour since he entered the Land of Origin, but half a month had passed in the outside world. It seemed that one day in the Land of Origin was one year in the outside world.

“Is this the secret of the Land of Origin? Why did the Mad King delete his account and start over?”

In Su Mu’s opinion, even if the world was simulated by a computer, there was no need for the Mad King to delete his account and start over. Could it be that he simply couldn’t bear the blow, so he committed suicide?

He thought it was unlikely. Although he had never seen the Mad King, he knew from Shangguan Chen that the Mad King was not such a person.

He tried to search for the Mad King, but he didn’t find him.

Su Mu narrowed his eyes and thought of a possibility, so he opened the Recycle Bin. Sure enough, there were countless folders in it.

Search: Mad King.

Ding!

A Mad King folder popped up.

It seems that all the dead people have entered the Recycle Bin. If they are taken out of the Recycle Bin, can they still be resurrected?

Clicking on the Mad King folder, the code inside no longer refreshed and jumped, only a series of cold characters.

Su Mu poured his mental power into it, but this time he didn’t see any pictures.

“Is it because he’s dead? What if I remove him from the Recycle Bin?”

Sumu manipulated the mouse and dragged out the Mad King folder, intending to put it on the desktop, but…

Bang! !

A huge red exclamation mark appeared on the screen, and then a pop-up window popped up: [Warning! Warning! Files are duplicated, do you want to overwrite? ]

Duplicate files?

Just now I searched and there was no Mad King, but now I took it out of the Recycle Bin, but it showed that the files were duplicated…

Looking at the [Yes] or [No] options, Sumu had a hunch that perhaps his folder and the Mad King were duplicates, because the Mad King was his previous life.

If the two folders were overwritten, would he become the Mad King? Or would the two merge together?

After thinking for a moment, Sumu finally clicked no.

Then he turned his gaze to the only program that was not opened – My Computer.

Da Da…

Double-click the mouse, and a white window popped up.

There was no C drive, D drive or the like inside, but there was a pixelated little man, with a blurry face, but judging from the twin ponytails on his head, it seemed to be a girl.

The pixelated girl seemed to have just woken up, stretched slowly on the screen, and then tilted her head to look at Su Mu outside the screen.

A red question mark popped up on the little head.

Su Mu suddenly felt interesting and couldn’t help but click on the question mark.

As a result, a dialog box popped up: “Hello, we meet again.”

Again? Could it be referring to the Mad King?

Su Mu was very sure that this was his first time to come to the Origin Land and his first time to see the pixelated girl. If the other party could say that they met again, it could only be that they had met the Mad King before.

So he started typing in the dialog box: “Who are you?”

“My name is Xiaoyuan, which is the name you gave me.”

Sumu quickly typed back: “Hello Xiaoyuan, can you tell me about your identity?”

Xiaoyuan: “My identity is very complicated. According to your human understanding, I can be a system elf, a tool spirit, or a dream manager.”

Sumu frowned slightly, and he changed the question: “Then what is this computer?”

“To describe it in words you can understand, it is the origin of dreams.”

“In other words, this world is not constructed by virtual code, but a dream?”

Xiaoyuan tilted her head and replied: “What’s the difference? Whether it’s code or dream, it’s actually illusory.”

Sumu thought carefully, if it’s said that, it’s right, it’s indeed fake, but there are still some differences between code and dream.

Xiao Yuan seemed to sense Su Mu’s thoughts and replied again: “The essence is the same, but the form of expression is different. If you are not used to it, I can also change it.”

Instantly, a dazzling white light burst out from the old computer, and the small room instantly returned to nothingness, as if it was decomposed into countless atoms, and then these atoms began to reconstruct in another way.

When the white light dissipated, the scene in front of Su Mu had changed drastically.

He found himself in the vast, mysterious and deep universe, surrounded by brilliant galaxies, magnificent nebulae, and spectacular stars.

And the computer also turned into a white jade disk.

It quietly floats in the center of the universe, and the concept of size seems to be blurred. If you look closely, it becomes infinitely large in your vision, surpassing the stars, and then becomes infinitely small, like dust.

Countless mysterious runes flow on the white jade disc, as if containing the origin and end of all things in the world.

“How does it look like?” A lively and lovely ancient girl appeared on the jade disc.

“Xiao Yuan, is this the true face of the computer?” Su Mu asked.

Xiao Yuan shook her head: “No, its appearance can be ever-changing, it can be all things in the world, its existence is incomprehensible to humans, and the reason why it becomes a computer is just to facilitate human understanding.

By the way, this is what you asked before, and you seemed to be more accustomed to using computers to understand it before.

But since you don’t like computers now, it will manifest as a divine tool.”

Su Mu’s eyes flashed with enlightenment, no wonder it was an old-fashioned computer, because the technology in the era of the Mad King was not as advanced as it is now.

“What about its original form?”

Madoka smiled and said, “When it appeared, this world didn’t even have the concept of form, so I can’t describe it or describe it.”

“Who created it?”

“The Creator.”

Creator?

“Is it the God who created this dream world?”

Madoka shook her head, “No, the dream you live in was created by the God of Nightmares. The Creator I’m talking about is the one who created endless dimensions, time and space, the real world, and even gods. Everything originates from the Creator.”