Ning Zheng still couldn't quite understand.
The place where the past and future converge is: the present?
The young man said indifferently, "To put it more simply, the past is a mass of data, the future is a mass of data... all mirages."
"The present is reality, where the two masses of data interfere with each other... now."
The more he spoke, the less comprehensible it became.
Ning Zheng suddenly said, "So, my whole being is false, I'm just a mass of data? My entire era is also data?"
"I know this is cruel for you, denying your life's value, existence, dreams, friendship, love..."
"But I'm very sorry, you really are just a mass of data."
"Humph, then I'll just show you!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand with a slap.
Thud!
Ning Zheng's chest was slapped, and he flew backward, his body turning into countless particles, with his soul being fiercely knocked out.
