Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 932 Holographic Reconstruction and the Destruction of the Ultimate Mirror

Holographic Reconstruction and the Destruction of the Ultimate Mirror

Feng Jing's consciousness completely traversed countless fragments of time and space, as if he were trapped in a never-ending vortex, unable to extricate himself. This wasn't a simple physical phenomenon; it felt more like the deep structure of his being was being torn apart. Every second felt like a century, and each century became unbearable pain for him.

He opened his "eyes" to see an incomprehensible sight—a spherical object floated before him, its surface covered in layers of strange symbols, like countless pieces of information overlapping and interweaving. Every inch of the sphere's surface was constantly shifting, as if all the information in the universe were condensed and interpreted there.

"This is..." Feng Jing tried to understand, but he found himself unable to define what he saw. His mind was almost unable to think due to the overwhelming force of this information flow. "Is this... the product of holographic reconstruction? No, this is not a hologram at all!"

"You see it so clearly." The voice sounded again, this time no longer a cold response, but with a hint of contempt and sarcasm. "This isn't holography, but a deeper form of 'mirror reconstruction.' You thought you were transcending time and space, breaking through your limits, but you're actually entering a higher-dimensional reflective world. All your 'choices,' all your 'decisions,' are being reflected, reconstructed, and circulated here."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly shaken. He began to understand that the sphere before him was not real, but an illusion composed of countless overlapping streams of information. This information was not generated naturally, but was forcibly woven into a virtual, extremely complex structure by some incomprehensible force, and Feng Jing himself was precisely a part of this structure.

"Is this what they call 'mirror reconstruction'?" Feng Jing's voice was already tinged with madness. He began to realize that he had far surpassed ordinary existence. He was no longer a simple individual, but a 'reflection' of the entire universe, trapped in this inescapable mirror world.

"You've long been trapped in an endless virtual loop." The voice deepened, as if coming from deep within Feng Jing's heart. "Every second you experience, every choice you make, is merely the result of some external force 'reconstructing' you. You have no freedom, you don't even have true 'choices'. You are merely a sculpted virtual consciousness, like a programmed error, forever wandering in this mirrored maze."

Feng Jing suddenly felt his entire being begin to crumble, as if everything he had, all his thoughts, memories, even his soul, had vanished into countless shattered fragments. He tried to break free, but found that his mind had been bound by an irresistible force field, unable to move.

"Don't you understand, Feng Jing?" The voice grew closer, as if it were right next to his ear. "You have never left this world. All your 'experiences,' 'transcendence,' and 'destruction' are merely endless reflections in the mirror."

Feng Jing struggled frantically, but his consciousness grew increasingly hazy. Suddenly, the scene before his eyes shifted dramatically—he saw countless versions of himself, each Feng Jing appearing from a different angle, at a different time and space. They all responded to him with the same movements and words. Their eyes were cold, and there was a hint of contempt at the corners of their mouths.

"You..." Feng Jing's voice trembled, "You are just a part of me in this mirror, an illusion I created myself!"

"Smart." The voice suddenly sounded, with endless teasing, "You finally realized this. But what's the point? Do you think you can escape from this virtual world? Do you think you can get rid of the shackles of 'reflection'? You are wrong, Feng Jing. Not only can you not escape, you can't even know what you are."

Feng Jing was nearly knocked unconscious by the intense impact. He realized that he wasn't just trapped in a time loop; now, he was even trapped in a mirrored, reflected world. Every movement and thought he made was just a copy of this world, unchanging and unreachable.

"Why...are you doing this?" Feng Jing's voice was hoarse and desperate. "Don't I have freedom? Am I destined to wander and struggle in this mirror forever?"

"Freedom?" The voice sneered. "You have never been free. What you think of as freedom is actually just a higher level of shackles. Every moment you experience is just a projection of your own mind."

Feng Jing was struck by these words, and his mind went blank, as if his soul had begun to leave his body and enter a deeper void. Suddenly, an indescribable flash of light flashed through his consciousness - the light flickered, as if revealing some extremely bizarre truth.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing opened his eyes. He no longer felt fear, but instead entered a strange, inextricable state. He realized that this light didn't come from the outside world, but rather a perception deep within himself, reassembling all the fragments into an incredible holographic image. Feng Jing saw himself standing in an endless wasteland, devoid of any life, only a dead silence.

He began to understand that none of this was accidental. It was all part of the ultimate maze he had constructed, the inescapable shackles within his heart. Every "death," every "rebirth," every "destruction" was nothing more than his own endless self-torture.

"Do you understand?" The voice finally grew gentle. "The 'freedom' you've always sought doesn't actually exist. You are merely the creator of all this, and a prisoner of this maze. You cannot escape, and it is impossible for you to escape."

Feng Jing felt as if bound by an irresistible force, his control no longer in sight. He realized that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this endless mirrored world. He had become one with the laws of the universe, no longer separate.

He closed his eyes and accepted it all, accepted this endless ultimate reversal.