Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 155: The extraordinary scientific method of sequence opening
That night, Conan had another dream.

It was a dream that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Four pure white walls, an empty clinic space, a lonely chair in the middle, and a desk opposite it. There are no doors or windows.

Everything he was familiar with.

The strange thing is that he doesn't just seem to be "watching" it all, but has changed his perspective from a bystander to a personal experiencer. Everything seems to exist in reality around him, but that clear "sense of dream" reminds him all the time that "this is a dream."

"Nice to meet you again, little guest." Conan didn't remain confused for too long, as Mr. A appeared at the right time with a smile on his face.

Unlike the previous times, this time Conan vaguely sensed how "He" appeared.

It was a strange wave, as if the whole world had lost its "stability" at this moment, opening a hole for it, and He stepped in calmly.

This was something he had not been able to realize before. With his enhanced inspiration and observation skills now, Conan was able to have some subtle feelings.

It had been a long time since he met Mr. A again in his dream.

"Do you know what happened a few days ago?" Without much greeting, Conan avoided Mr. A's golden eyes that seemed to be able to burn everything, and asked the question that had been on his mind for the past few days.

The "fool" came with great force, exposed to the whole world without any cover, causing him to fall into a state of confusion and anxiety.

The miraculous scene that forced the world's attention to focus on him made him realize from the bottom of his heart how insignificant he was as an individual human being.

In the mouth of the "fool", although he has been communicating with them in a seemingly equal manner, what he has always mentioned is the abstract and huge entity of "human beings".

The only person Conan could think of who could be compared to him was the equally mysterious and great "Mr. A", so after meeting him after a long absence, he put all the questions he wanted to ask on the back burner and asked this question first.

"I saw it. It's not a pleasant thing. The only thing to be thankful for is that at least it seems that the person is not a symbol of chaos. He has a rational and communicative side."

"Do you know what the 'Fool' is? Is he a god, an alien, or some other mystery that has never appeared in human cognition?"

"First of all, we need to make one fact clear." Faced with Conan's anxious questions, Mr. A did not respond immediately, but asked him to calm down, "I am not omniscient, let alone omnipotent."

"After I've determined that, I'll answer your question, and the answer is: I'm not sure."

"Even you can't confirm His identity?" Conan was a little disappointed.

"The world is big, and the universe is even bigger." Mr. A still had that gentle tone, and Conan's sense of urgency was somewhat relaxed. "There are not many beings that can be called 'great', but they are not few either."

“They may have a form of existence that humans do not understand, or a code of conduct that humans do not understand. This is the result of their person and authority. Do not try to explore their essence, and do not try to understand their thoughts.”

"Then," Conan suddenly spoke, looking up into those eyes as bright as the sun, "what about you?"

"I really hope you can understand me." Mr. A said calmly, "But it is precisely because of this mentality that I suggest you don't understand me."

"Being misunderstood is a kind of fate, but it is the best outcome to maintain my goodwill."

Conan nodded, not quite understanding.

"Regarding the 'Fool', you can try to pursue the gifts he left behind. Perhaps it will help you get a better glimpse of him."

"What if that's not a 'gift'?" Conan asked worriedly.

"I'm here." Mr. A said slowly and calmly, which made Conan feel relieved.

The fool said, "I hope no old friend has noticed this remote star region." Perhaps this means that He has not discovered the existence of Mr. A. This means that even if He has the power of a god, He is not much stronger than Mr. A. He can only hope that Mr. A is "biased towards humans."

Otherwise, it would be too bad for human beings.

As he was thinking, wisps of gray mist spread from all around, quickly filling the entire dream.

Conan knew that this meeting in the dream was about to end.

He suddenly realized that from the very beginning, Mr. A had said that He was just "watching" the world, and that each meeting in the dream could not last too long.

"Looking forward to seeing you next time." Mr. A let the gray mist entwine and envelop him, his golden eyes burning quietly.

"How can I make your condition better?" Conan suddenly asked loudly at the last moment when the dream was about to end.

The gray-white fog continued to pile up the "wall" that blocked the space regardless. There was silence for a long time, so long that Conan thought his voice could not break through the barrier of the gray-white fog.

However, just when the pair of golden eyes were about to be completely obscured, a warm and gentle voice sounded directly beside his ears.

"Recite my name."

The layers of fog dissipated, and Conan woke up from his dream with that familiar sense of peace.

"recite."

He murmured softly, then realized.

".Belief."

Ordinary people cannot look directly at Mr. A. Those with high inspiration will perish in madness. Only he
He is the only one who can communicate with "God".

He is the Son of God, the 'Jesus' of the new age.

Conan thought about the ten minutes he would have to return to his original body after chanting that honorable name.

Then he silently made up his mind.

Sorry, Lan.

I can't waste any more time on romance.

For the future of mankind, I must seize my precious time to preach!

"The two basic camps have been established. The next step is to let them fight it out among themselves and make progress together through the competition." Audience member An He said after taking a short rest after returning to the island of the mind from his dream.

"In this way, Mr. Miyano's research will not attract so much attention." The fortune teller An He finally felt relieved. All these years of hard work were just for this. Now the foundation of his ordinary daily life has been laid.

"The Redemption Rose's 'Metaverse' has already built a framework with the help of Noah's Ark, and it can be put into use at any time." The thief Anhe also received good news from Jiancun Zhongbin, "As long as Mr. Miyano makes the complete 'Silver Bullet', our plan can be officially promoted."

Using the "Silver Bullet" as the basis for improving the human body, raising the upper limit of human physiology, and improving the spirituality of the spirit body through the "cocoon", allowing them to rely on the "Metaverse" to connect with the cyber spirit world.

"In the end, we just need to modify and simplify the gifting ceremony so that the source points to us, and the castrated version of the 'Sequence Extraordinary System' will be initially completed." The fortune teller An He couldn't help but look at the audience An He, "You are doing this!"

Is this the layout capability of audience pathways?
(End of this chapter)