Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Another failure. How many times is this?

I can't remember anymore.

The revert staggered to his feet, looked around at the familiar rock walls and dim light, and felt an indescribable sense of suffocation rise in his chest.

He returned to that day once again, to the stronghold of the remaining ability users, to the anchor point before all the tragedies had fully unfolded.

"The duration of this support was shorter than the last time."

After a brief exchange and confirmation of information, a burly man spoke first, his tone filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Everyone nodded in silence, and no one objected.

With each rollback, the time spent fighting the enemy gradually decreases.

At first, they considered it a normal variable and attributed it to fluctuations in their own condition.

But after many cycles, one is forced to confront the cruel and chilling truth—the enemy grows stronger with each reload.

The ability thief stole countless abilities, and in his hands, these abilities were never simply added together.

That being who sits atop the divine realm has never taken them seriously.

He didn't need to personally intervene; he could simply sit deep within the void and command his puppet followers to surround them layer by layer, which would be enough to crush their resistance.

Despite their ability to save their memories by rewinding time and again, reviewing tactics and refining their teamwork, and perfecting every detail, they still couldn't break through the puppets' encirclement.

The player who had reverted closed his eyes, and the scene of the previous defeat flashed rapidly through his mind.

The legion of believers surged in like a tide, their various abilities intertwining into an impenetrable killing net. His companions fell one after another, some stripped of their abilities and turned into puppets, others annihilated by the aftershocks of energy. In the end, he was the only one left, driven to the brink of despair, and activated the rewind function as he had done in the past.

Each time he rewinds, his mental state is slightly weakened. At first, it was just a little fatigue after the battle, but as the number of rewinds accumulates, now after each rewind, he has a splitting headache, his mental fluctuations are getting weaker and weaker, and he occasionally experiences memory gaps, and he can't even remember his companions clearly.

Their spirits will eventually be exhausted. Once the ability to rewind disappears, they will never have another chance to start over. What awaits the remaining forces is utter annihilation.

"If only none of this had happened." An old man who could perform healing magic raised his hand and placed it on the brow of the person who had rewound, soothing the burning pain in his mind. His tone was full of melancholy. "This ability is not what I want. If giving up my ability could put everything back on track, I would rather be an ordinary person for the rest of my life."

This sounds hypocritical, but the old man wasn't lying.

They were the weak in this chaotic world, with meager abilities, and were insignificant compared to the powerful figures who had once dominated their respective regions.

Privately, many people have considered advising the person who requested the rollback not to persist in doing so, but to simply let the other party end everything so that they can be free from this burden.

Unfortunately, death is never the end.

After being stripped of their abilities, their will is forcibly plundered, turning them into puppets without a self, unable to find even a moment of peace.

The oppressive atmosphere in the base camp grew increasingly heavy, and the energy crystals on the rock walls dimmed, reflecting a sense of dejection on everyone's faces.

At this moment, Luo Kunlun's awareness had already quietly left the edge of the battlefield and was sneaking into the depths of the divine kingdom.

The inner world is inherently distorted in its rules, and this is even more true within the realm of the gods, where the void is riddled with folds and wrinkles, and ordinary ability users who get close will have everything stolen instantly.

Unfortunately, Luo Kunlun was not a power user, and he proceeded unimpeded deep into the heart of the divine kingdom.

In the Divine Palace, the power thief still sat on the Energy Throne, but most of his consciousness and power were concentrated in the depths of the void behind the palace, completely indifferent to the battle in the inner world.

After all, the resistance of those remaining ability users is nothing more than insignificant ants.

Following the pull of that force, Luo Kunlun continued deeper, passing through the last energy barrier, and the scene before him suddenly opened up. At the very core of the divine kingdom, a skeletal form floated in the void, instantly attracting his attention.

The form had no fixed shape, resembling a condensation of chaos or a swirling mist of light. Its edges constantly twisted and stretched, sometimes transforming into a human-shaped outline, and sometimes condensing into an energy vortex.

Based on this assessment, this is the source of all abilities.

The ability to descend upon the human world out of nowhere was not accidental, but rather the result of the leakage of power from this tangible form, which unintentionally infected some humans, thus giving rise to countless ability users.

At this moment, the consciousness of the power thief is tightly binding Xinghai.

He is currently attempting to infiltrate the core of the skeleton.

This is the reason why he has been reluctant to personally intervene and has only sent his subordinates to deal with the remaining ability users.

The most important thing is to become a true god through this physical form.

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At the core of the divine kingdom, Luo Kunlun's awareness solidified and took shape, no longer concealing its aura, instantly breaking the stagnation at the core of the divine kingdom.

The ability thief abruptly opened his eyes, his consciousness, which had been focused on his physical form, suddenly returning. His gaze locked onto Luo Kunlun, his tone filled with astonishment and doubt, "Who are you? What abilities do you have? How could you have gotten here so silently?!"

He had seized countless abilities, his puppets were scattered throughout the inner world, and he had laid out layers of perception barriers within his divine kingdom. Yet this person before him was able to sneak into the core without him even noticing. This ability to conceal himself far surpassed any talent he had stolen in the past.

His initial surprise was short-lived; his eyes quickly filled with intense greed and disdain, and a haughty smile curved his lips as he locked onto Luo Kunlun with his power of theft.

"That's a pretty good ability, but unfortunately, from now on, it's mine!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the ability thief activated his unstoppable ability with a thought.

The anticipated ability stripping did not occur. Luo Kunlun remained standing in the void, watching him as if he were a clown jumping around.

"Impossible! My power to steal has never failed!"

He subconsciously activated all his abilities, but Luo Kunlun simply raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the head suddenly shattered, turning into scattered wisps of energy.

His proud body, his powerful physique built from countless abilities, was utterly vulnerable under this slap, and even his consciousness was instantly crushed into nothingness.

At the same time, the entire inner world also disappeared at that moment.

The entire space-time continuum is now reduced to its original surface world.

Everything was as if nothing had happened, and everything returned to normal.

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After that, Luo Kunlun began to analyze this guy, from his birth to his rise, from stealing abilities to building a divine kingdom, all his past unfolded before his eyes like a scroll.

Before his abilities arrived, this guy was just an ordinary mortal with a humble background and mediocre talent. He had neither outstanding knowledge nor practical skills, and spent his days mingling in the marketplace, accomplishing nothing.

His biggest flaw is his resentment and self-deception. He always feels that his failure is not due to a lack of ability, but because he is too "conscience-driven." He constantly complains about the injustice of the world and fantasizes that "if I abandoned my conscience and became a scoundrel, I would have been on the rise to prominence long ago."

To put it bluntly, he's an arrogant and incompetent person who blames everything on external factors and never wants to face his own laziness and incompetence.

The day the ability appeared out of nowhere, he was fortunate enough to possess the ability to steal, and this sudden power just happened to suit his heart.

First, they steal the power of the weak around them to complete their initial accumulation.

Taking advantage of the chaos of war, they carried out massacres and consolidated their power.

Once their strength is sufficient to overwhelm everyone, they will trample all those who resist underfoot.

Simply put, he was just a lucky, albeit petty, person who seized an opportunity.

The more abilities he stole, the greater his ambition became, gradually giving rise to the delusion of "I am the only one who matters," believing that he deserved the title of "god," and that all other ability users in the world should be eliminated by him, while only he was worthy of wielding power.

It's absurd that such a petty person could grow up.

After analyzing the past of the person who stole the ability, Luo Kunlun's gaze fell on the skeletal form.

According to the analysis, this clump of remains is not a native object of this space-time, but rather a serendipitous aggregation of a special remnant.

In terms of characteristics, it does have similarities to the divinity that Lokunlun had seen.

However, it is not surprising that everything we have now is built on the ruins of the primordial universe.

Of course, such a gathering is nothing short of a miracle.

It's like taking a computer apart, throwing the parts into the ocean, and waiting for them to reassemble into a computer by chance.

It sounds incredible, but it's not impossible.

Even if the probability is infinitely close to zero, it is not impossible as long as the base number is large enough.

The universe is vast and boundless, with layers of spacetime dimensions nested within each other. In the endless cycle of opportunities, there is always a sliver of possibility that makes seemingly impossible coincidences come true.

This skeletal form is the product of such an extreme coincidence.

Measured by the divine order, the power of this form is only close to the second order, which is not considered particularly heaven-defying or powerful.

Apart from that, this morph had no self-awareness from beginning to end; at most, it was just an object that could only passively emanate power.

That's why the ability thief was able to entangle it for so long.

If the body had even a shred of intelligence, even if it was just nascent instinct, it could crush him to ashes with a mere thought, given its near-second-order abilities. How could it possibly allow a mere clown, blinded by luck and ambition, to have the idea of ​​taking over?

He hadn't even seen the true nature of the physical form, yet he shamelessly proclaimed himself a god. If the physical form weren't a lifeless object without self, he wouldn't even have the right to approach it.

Ultimately, those who steal abilities have never been born strong; they are merely arrogant, overgrown children who have lost their ability to make objective judgments.

Having tasted the sweetness of control through theft, he felt invincible. Seeing the power leaking from the body, he believed he could possess it.

and many more.

After analyzing the physical form, Luo Kunlun felt a sense of doubt.

This clump of remains is an aggregate of remnants from the primordial universe, and it's plausible that it condensed into this form by chance.

If it can accomplish such a miracle of piecing together fragments with an infinitely slim probability, why hasn't it given birth to self-awareness?

Was there a problem during the polymerization process? Or was there external interference?

Even if this mass of matter is merely an unconscious aggregation of energy, its core should still contain fragments of the primordial universe, which, with a little guidance, should give rise to a nascent consciousness.

Among these fragments, many belong to those pinnacle beings. Once these forms possess consciousness and that awareness, it will probably not be long before they return to their high positions.

Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the body could not develop self-awareness, and naturally had no chance of returning to its high position.

Lo Kunlun was trapped in his own self-imposed prison, making it difficult for him to climb to a higher level.

This physical form has no self, and therefore no self-imposed prison.

Wait, there is no cage...

In an instant, Luo Kunlun felt something explode in his consciousness.

Those who achieve success through acquired means transcend the fourth order, which lies in fundamental understanding.

The essence of this dilemma is "identity misalignment".

Acquired achievers deeply identify with their "self-existence" within the cognitive tools they construct, which leads to the blurring of the boundaries between "tool users" and "tool products," turning the self into a self-built cage.

If you define the world with logic, you will never escape the closed loop of logic.

If you anchor yourself to power, you will never be able to break free from the shackles of power.

Using mathematical models to deduce truth will forever trap you in the limitations of those models.

Those cognitive tools we were so proud of eventually became shackles that bound us; the more we refined the tools, the stronger the shackles became.

This is the fundamental problem that makes it difficult for those who achieve success later in life to transcend the fourth order.

It's not that there's a problem with oneself or the tools themselves, but rather that one is trying to use the "self defined by the tools" to break through the "boundaries of the tool system" and use cognitive tools to understand the cognitive tools themselves.

The self that "knows" and the fourth position that wants to know "what is known" form a binary structure.

As long as this binary structure exists, any effort reinforces the "knowing" side, while the desired state is always on the "knowing" side, creating an infinite delay.

But what if there was no cage or binary structure in the first place?

That is, there is nothing outside the mind, and there is no principle outside the mind.

All logical rules and mathematical universes are nothing more than the orderly manifestation of the "mind".

What traps us is not the external "obstacles of reason," but the "selfish" attachment that arises from the objectification and externalization of "reason" within our hearts.

"It's truly easier said than done."

Luo Kunlun looked at the chaotic form, which had no thoughts, no desires, no ego, and simply "existed" there as it was.

The "self" is like a prism, refracting, distorting, and binding all the forces of rules that flow through it, ultimately becoming the building material that defines "who I am".

The more powerful a person is, the more robust and refined their prism becomes, and the harder it is to shake their established self-perception.

Those who can be easily swayed by their own will are unlikely to achieve much.

This physical form has no self, and therefore no prism.

Of course, this does not mean that it has reached the point of being self-sufficient.

Without a self, it is merely an object.

But this item can help him.