Chapter 159 Chess Game
Yao Luo looked at the badge in his hand. That was the one he wore when he and Alicia first met.

"So, this message was conveyed by Alicia?"

Yao Luo clenched his fists. He knew that the humans on Earth had made their final effort to convey this message to him.

From a population of nearly 100 billion, 100 elites were selected in the final time, and the last person was asked to pass him a message of less than one minute.

He looked at the "flattened" earth under his feet, without sadness or hesitation.

He could only move forward again.

The feeling of the "cocoon of the end", the power of "memory" of destiny, and the faint glow of "development" emanating from oneself.

Yao Luo knew that the other "him" could no longer maintain the form of "memory", and the power began to return to his own self.

"1154000 steps, 1154001 steps......"

Yao Luo silently counted the number of steps he took in this "painting scroll" in his mind.

But no matter which way he walked, Yao Luo seemed unable to see the end of the road.

"The quantum realm of imaginary space?"

Yao Luo originally thought that by relying on the characteristic of his true self that cannot be captured by the laws of this world, he could find an opportunity to break the power of the "mask".

However, he also forgot that the "land" under his feet also belonged to "outsider" like him.

“And the ‘Cocoon of the End’ is the ‘root’ that is deeply rooted in this land.”

Yao Luo changed his form again and re-invested his senses and consciousness into the core of the "Cocoon of the End".

The world around Yao Luo has changed.

Yao Luo used "memory" and "development" to resist the mask's dimensionality reduction attack, and then opened the channel to the imaginary space without being affected.

For a moment, Yao Luo felt like he was in the deep sea.

The Milky Way became his background and the stars began to light up for him.

The "road" that was originally out of reach and had no end in sight now showed its due form.

It was a counterintuitive staircase that went upside down in the sky.

Yao Luo stepped on the stairs, but his footsteps extended backwards strangely.

However, Yao Luo's senses gave him the message of "one step forward".

"Imaginary space is the opposite of real space. Everything here is opposite."

Yao Luo realized instantly that everything he had done before was in vain.

The coordinates of the mask do not belong to the realm of real number space. The appearance of the entire earth is just a projection of high-dimensional space.

If Yao Luo continues to walk in the real number space, even if he walks for a hundred years or a thousand years, he will never be able to reach the realm where the "mask" is.

The "voice" of the "mask" that sounds all the time will distort his mind unknowingly and turn him into a person who only knows joy or sorrow.

Yao Luo didn't know whether he should feel regretful, angry, or both at this moment.

The traces of emotions burned so thoroughly in his body that it was difficult for him to show any facial expressions.

But Yao Luo knew that the only reward he could get at this moment was victory.

"After the two-dimensionalization is lifted, can everyone on Earth return to their previous state?"

Yao Luo didn’t know, nor did he want to know at this moment.

The stairs in the imaginary space are very long, so long that one cannot see the end at a glance, but they are also very short, so short that at this moment, Yao Luo has reached the end of the road.

The space at the end was a bit too simple, it was a very white and empty space.

There is a black table standing in this place which can be called "the end of the starry sky".

And there was already a "person" at the table, waiting for Yao Luo's arrival.

It was a mask with a smile very similar to the "Joyful Mask", but the difference was that on the forehead of the mask, a red prototype like a burst of stars appeared on his head, and on both sides, one side had a downward-curved horn, and the other side was a red and black elastic ball, like a circus prop, adding a bit of devilish feeling to the mask. Yao Luo looked at the guy in front of him. Although he was still wearing a mask similar to the previous one, he gave him a completely different feeling.

The hollow and meaningless laughter continued to ring out, but it didn't seem to come from the guy in front of him.

The smiling mask with a sheep's head now has a more "happy" expression.

Especially when he saw Yao Luo coming to him.

As if to say "You finally passed my test."

When Yao Luo came to the area under his feet, he felt more and more certain.

"This guy is no longer the same 'Joyful Mask' as before."

Yao Luo stood motionless in front of the sheep head mask, waiting for his next move.

The man with the sheep-head mask stretched out his hands happily towards the chair in front of him, motioning Yao Luo to sit down.

Yao Luo's silver eyes looked at the guy in front of him. The feeling of isolation brought to him by the mask was even more unfathomable.

No matter how much he burned, the silver starlight could not see a single bit of what was behind the mask.

If the previous "Joyful Mask" was like being able to see a little bit of surging waves in the sea.

The guy in front of me is like the starry sky seen through a telescope, just a tiny corner of the vast universe.

Yao Luo gently pulled out the chair and sat on it.

"If you want to break the situation, there is no other way."

Seeing that Yao Luo understood what was going on, the Sheep Head Mask took out a mask that was familiar to Yao Luo from behind his back like a magic trick.

"What is this? "Joyful Mask"? "

Yao Luo assured that he had absolutely not made a mistake. The mask in front of him was taken off the face of the "Joyful Mask" that he had just fought against.

The sheep-head mask pushed this mask of joy in front of Yao Luo, as if giving Yao Luo a choice or an explanation.

"bump!"

Without hesitation, Yao Luo used all his strength, his fist covered with colorful flames, and smashed the mask on the table into pieces with one punch.

"happy………"

Seeing Yao Luo's actions, the sheep-head mask did not feel insulted, but seemed happy, as if Yao Luo's behavior was within his expectations.

The moment the mask was broken, Yao Luo felt that the world around him had changed to some extent, but around the table in front of him, Yao Luo's spiritual senses could only reach the edge of the table. His spiritual detection range could cover a distance of tens of millions of kilometers, but it could not exceed the edge of the table.

"Hopefully, the two-dimensionality outside has been lifted."

When the Sheep-Head Mask saw Yao Luo smashing the mask, he turned into Hua after being reborn and grabbed eight masks with one hand.

He placed them on the table like selling goods, allowing Yaoluo to choose.

Yao Luo looked from left to right, and the expressions of the eight masks were different, namely:

"Sadness, anger, hatred, mourning, fear, disgust, grief, greed."

Yao Luo saw the sheep-head mask with his hands crossed and made a big “Da Mee (No)” gesture.

Then, he pulled out a "joy" mask similar to the previous one from behind his back like a magic trick.

Then he gave a thumbs up, indicating to Yao Luo, "The others are not good, but this one is good!"

Although it was abstract, Yao Luo still understood what the sheep-head mask wanted to express.

Yao Luo pondered for a long time, and the sheep-headed masked man also shook his head and looked at Yao Luo expectantly.

"You are the Star God of Joy, Aha..."

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