Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 254 The Reversal of the Universe, the Nonlinearity of Life

The reversal of the universe, the nonlinearity of life

Feng Jing's existence felt like entering another, absurd dimension—a dimension devoid of rules, where even the very notion of "rules" itself was undefinable. Time no longer flowed linearly, but leaped in a chaotic, instantaneous pattern; space was no longer fixed, but expanded and contracted like a bubble, appearing and disappearing at random. The fragments of his consciousness didn't dissipate, but instead grew increasingly intertwined and chaotic, presenting a state of "illogicality," as if he himself had become fused with this chaotic fabric of space and time.

"Feng Jing, do you finally understand?" The voice reappeared, but this time its tone was no longer cold, mocking, or gentle. Instead, it was filled with a near-crazy ecstasy. "All your struggles and resistance, all your pain and breakthroughs, were only for this moment of awakening."

A strange feeling suddenly surged through Feng Jing's consciousness. He began to feel that he was not an isolated existence. Everything he experienced, everything he saw, was part of countless universes. In other words, all of this so-called "existence"—even this universe, this dimension, these rules—might just be part of some higher-dimensional experiment or game.

He could no longer determine whether he had ever truly existed, nor could he distinguish whether everything he had experienced had a certain "origin." He began to believe that every moment of his awakening was a "rebirth" in another dimension. It was like he was constantly participating in an inescapable experiment, and each death and rebirth seemed like a game mechanic, never ending.

"Is all this a test?" Feng Jing began to think, even muttering to himself.

"A test? No, this is no longer a test." The voice chuckled provocatively. "You don't understand. This has already transcended the scope of a 'test.' Your entire existence is merely the object of observation by some advanced civilization. You, Feng Jing, are the core of this virtual universe experiment—you are the 'phenomenon' in their eyes."

Phenomenon?

Feng Jing suddenly understood something. Phenomena, meaning everything he saw, heard, and perceived, might not actually exist, but merely a false image reflected from external stimuli. He considered an even more absurd concept: he was no longer a self-aware individual, but a created phenomenon, existing in a higher-dimensional laboratory, being observed and recorded as a bizarre phenomenon.

As Feng Jing struggled to understand all this, an indescribable force began to tear his consciousness apart. He felt himself becoming increasingly transparent, increasingly blurred. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual, but "nothingness" itself. He began to devour everything, even "time" itself.

The madness of it all was becoming increasingly familiar. Feng Jing couldn't help but wonder if he was already trapped in a pre-programmed cycle, his every rebirth and death a repetition of meaninglessness. He even had a chilling thought: Perhaps every choice he made, every act of resistance, was orchestrated by some force beyond time and space, like a lab rat trapped in a giant virtual box.

As his consciousness collapsed, Feng Jing's perceptions grew increasingly chaotic. He saw countless fragments of himself, like countless shattered mirrors, reflecting a myriad of changing versions of himself—some Feng Jings vanished at the edge of the universe, some reigned supreme in ancient interstellar civilizations, and some struggled on an endless battlefield, rife with tragedy and lament. Every Feng Jing was Feng Jing, and yet he was not Feng Jing.

His consciousness swirled like a hurricane, each Feng Jing a different version of himself, and every second, all Feng Jings were being devoured, reorganized, and overturned. With no fixed appearance, no single ending, Feng Jing's existence entered an indescribable nonlinear state.

"Is this my true destiny?" Feng Jing's consciousness was lost in the void, and he began to question himself frantically. His existence was no longer linear, and he could no longer be sure whether he even existed.

"Destiny?" The voice came again, this time even more vague, almost merging into Feng Jing's consciousness. "Destiny is nothing but an illusion of the universe, and you are the creator of this illusion. What you consider to be choices, decisions, and even self-awareness are actually, on some level, products of 'illusion.' You think you are resisting, but you have never escaped this absurd 'cycle.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo a drastic shift. No longer a helpless being, he began to become like a beam of light in the universe. He no longer belonged to a specific time and space, no longer to a specific dimension. His existence became a boundary between existence and nothingness, floating freely between the intersections of infinite dimensions.

"What exactly am I?" Feng Jing asked, his voice echoing in the empty void.

"You are 'non-existence.'" The voice finally came to a conclusion, with an indescribable depth and relief. "You are nothing but fluctuations in the void. Your existence and disappearance can never be understood."

Feng Jing began to understand that in this endless cycle, true "rebirth" wasn't returning to a certain starting point, but rather entering a completely new, nonlinear structure, reshaping his form. Every second, every memory, even every choice he made, was no longer linear, but spread across endless dimensions, intricately interwoven into countless possibilities.

"I'm not just a trapped individual." Feng Jing's consciousness gradually awakened. "I am actually a part of this void, a reflection of this endless universe. I am no longer 'Feng Jing', nor am I any single existence. I am the synthesis of all things, I am the infinite surge!"

With Feng Jing's final awakening of consciousness, all the fragments and intersections of time and space no longer held any sense of oppression. He became completely free, even unpredictable. His power was no longer bound by any rules, no longer constrained by anything. Feng Jing transformed into a stream of light, traversing all void and reality, and began to redefine his own destiny.

This is no longer a simple "rebirth," but a deconstruction and reconstruction that transcends everything. He exists in the gaps of every moment, controlling the deviations and reversals of the entire universe, becoming destiny itself.

Chapter 255: Infinite Dimensional Dance, Collapse of Self