Chapter 1704: Chapter 1704

1704: Chapter 1700 Destiny 1704: Chapter 1700 Destiny “If we want to defeat It, we have to pull It into our world’s…

Don’t laugh, I’m serious.

I know this sounds like a suicide mission, but how can you possibly win if you don’t drag your opponent onto the chessboard when you’re playing an action game while they’re playing a strategy game, just watching you perform?”

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“So, should we first make it show its health bar?”

It seems that this one is also a veteran gamer.

Uh, I can barely understand that analogy.

But more accurately, to It, we are like two-dimensional paper figures; no matter how much commotion we cause, it doesn’t mean anything to Its true essence.

We must also lower this third dimension, at least to 2.5 dimensions.”

It seems that one after another, they are more trendy than the last.

The so-called 2.5 dimensions is obviously a metaphor because dimensions can’t really be discounted…

at least not in Lu Ping’an’s understanding.

For Lu Ping’an, these words hold a completely different meaning.

Others might think of this as a game of putting monsters in bottles, but in Lu Ping’an’s view, if all worlds are just waves vibrating at different frequencies, then it’s about “slowing down and reducing oscillation,” dragging them into Earth’s dimension.

Does it sound enigmatic?

In fact, it is quite common on Earth; it’s the ritual of lowering dimensions when “God” becomes “man.”

Among the multitude of extraordinary rituals, the ones involving God’s Descent and summoning have always been indispensable, essentially involving the same process: causing a change in quality and then integrating into this world.

Even if we lower Its dimension, I’m afraid only attacks imbued with divinity will be effective.”

The gap in dimensions is too vast; it’s so large that discussing strength is unnecessary.

How can a two-dimensional attack harm a three-dimensional existence?

Even if you drag it down to two-dimensional space, higher-grade output is needed.

Let’s first figure out a way to drag It in.”

You could say that if this is a test set by the world, the difficulty is immensely high; just revealing the enemy’s health bar is incredibly challenging.

In theory, as long as that monster keeps entangling with this world and continually oozes in, it can doom this world to its end.

“No, such a high-order power, wasting hundreds of years in a low-level world, is too wasteful…”

If Earth were a powerful world, then an eleventh-tier entity could use its power more conveniently.

But from another perspective, if it really were such a supreme world, it could naturally foster its own eleventh-tier life forms, resulting in nothing more than a stalemate between the two.

Lu Ping’an easily blended into Australia, encountering no obstructions along the way…

But he didn’t feel like he had evaded the scrutiny of the eleventh-tier entity.

After all, imagining that a drawing’s inhabitants believing they could deceive the eyes of someone outside the canvas is simply foolish to the extreme.

“Luckily, It’s not a true eleventh-tier…”

If It were a true eleventh-tier, the local Divine Boats would have likely scattered and retreated already.

The most dangerous aspect isn’t the power itself, but the “high-dimensional traits” that an eleventh-tier should possess and the “wisdom” to use its own power.

“…Heh, think I don’t taste good?”

Lu Ping’an can understand quite well; just like the Sons of the Evil God he has encountered, It only differentiates all life forms by whether they are tasty or not.

In Its consciousness, It might not even be here to hunt…

It is just a Child called over by ‘Father’ to eat, feeling somewhat puzzled as the “food” on the table keeps writhing, so It subconsciously takes a few bites and pokes with a fork a couple of times.

Lu Ping’an snaps back to reality, his recent “speculation” forming an all-too-vivid image.

He distinctly feels that his spiritual intuition has been activated.

He seems to really see a big Child playfully raising his knife and fork…

He suddenly looks up, growing increasingly uneasy, as if an enormous gaze from somewhere beyond is now looking at him.

“Now, I’ve really been discovered…”

What makes Lu Ping’an helpless is that “observation” as an interference is often bidirectional; the moment his spiritual intuition is activated, gleaning information about that monster, It naturally becomes aware of this prying.

A “bug” might fly past you and you might not care, but if it crashes directly into your forehead, you’re naturally going to notice it.

That’s when Lu Ping’an hesitated whether to commit suicide in advance, to avoid the strange abilities, when suddenly the oppressive gaze disappeared.

Lu Ping’an vaguely heard something.

Was it the will of that monster?

“…doesn’t taste good.”

So, to Lu Ping’an’s own shock, he was simply let go.

Just as Lu Ping’an “observed,” this monster was merely a “child” coming over for a meal.

The table was already full, and a discerning child naturally separates the tasty from the untasty.

And since It could “feed” only a limited number of times, It naturally didn’t want to waste on something inedible.

As for the danger brought by a spy infiltrating one’s own camp… Does that thing even have a concept of friends and foes?

Perhaps so-called comrades are also on the dining table, it’s just that It’s tired of eating them on regular days and does not want to bother.

In a sense, this is the significance of “personal reconnaissance,” for it is impossible to perceive the “high-dimensional truth” from a distance.

For such extraordinary beings, “contact” and perception might result in the truth, and only a special existence like Lu Ping’an would not be instantly turned into minced meat in that moment of being “observed.”

“…Do I have resistance now?”

Lu Ping’an shook his head helplessly.

“Resistance” does not mean that he can resist; instead, his body preemptively severed the connection upon perceiving danger.

This is akin to a drowning person developing a fear of water, often staying far from oceans and rivers… Although some bridges are too telling, this truly reduces the likelihood of drowning by a great margin.

Since he had finally attained “truth,” Lu Ping’an had no intention of leaving just yet; he shook slightly and disappeared into the Fishman tribe.

He also realized that he might have hit the jackpot.

The activation of spiritual intuition feels a bit like “association”: often percepting others from a specific part, and a bit like reasoning, without the key “key,” the door cannot be unlocked.

Lu Ping’an remembered his key might be the experiences from the “Redemption Secret Realm.”

It was there that he had recognized the gluttony of the Octopus’s Son, and his own curse also originated from them…

“Eh, it can’t be, can it?

The fate of Earth, this is also your arrangement, right…”

If he were unlucky, there’s no way he could have sensed reality beyond his level.

Spiritual intuition was activated once more, perhaps this was the fact.

This was his destiny, this chess piece of his was placed in the most fitting position… Whether it is because he has this fate that he was sent to the Redemption Secret Realm, or having had this experience, thus he was assigned this fate.

However, to him personally…

the young man looked up, seemingly indifferent.

“I can be the protagonist of fate…

Hahaha, has Earth really become desperate?

Resorting to hasty decisions in desperation, how utterly mediocre.”

The “protagonist” of an era favored by fate doesn’t hesitate to mock the world that favors him.

It’s just a kind of rule and order.

If one truly relies on it, wouldn’t that make them a blind slave… It’s just a tool, a form of order and rule, a wealth that I, Lu Ping’an, can utilize.”

“The Banker” laughs as such, advancing towards his goal.

Striding boldly, with no attempt to hide.

Since I have Qi Yun, let me indulge happily.