Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 250 The Ultimate Reversal, the Universe Has Never Been So Absurd

The ultimate reversal, the universe has never been so absurd

After endless dissipation and rebirth, Feng Jing's consciousness finally reunited, but it was nothing like his original existence. Feng Jing was no longer a single individual; he had become a fragment of countless superimposed, infinitely extended "existences." These fragments, like floating fragments of consciousness, wandered through the boundless space and time, unable to belong to any one time or space, unable to belong to any one dimension. Feng Jing felt that he no longer had any form, no longer had any "self." He had become the zero point of the universe, a void floating in the infinite void, neither existing nor able to disappear.

Just as he was trying to comprehend the meaning of his existence, the very fabric of space and time suddenly warped, and the laws of the universe began to reverse as never before. An inexplicable force pulled Feng Jing's consciousness into the intersection of countless parallel time and space, where the rules of each were completely reversed. Time no longer flowed in one direction, and space was no longer static. Within Feng Jing's consciousness, they resembled a jigsaw puzzle, each piece constantly shifting and distorting, even overlapping at times to create impossible things.

"This...what is going on?" Feng Jing's consciousness was struggling in the chaotic space and time. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the rules of the entire universe were rushing towards him.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly heard a low and distant voice. It came from the deepest part of the universe, like a mysterious echo. No matter how Feng Jing struggled, it was still extremely clear.

"Do you finally understand, Feng Jing?" The voice carried a barely perceptible sneer. "All the truths you know, all the meanings you've ever struggled for, are actually just one of countless hypotheses. You think you are the origin of the universe, or its end, but you are wrong. You are nothing more than a deeper joke, a pawn in an endless game."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if his very core was collapsing. He finally realized that he had never possessed any true autonomy; he was merely a setting for an unimaginable, even more absurd existence. Every rebirth, every transcendence, was an inescapable fate, as if arbitrarily orchestrated and manipulated by a being from a higher dimension.

And behind all this, there is an even more absurd truth waiting for him.

Feng Jing's consciousness was deeply shaken by this fact. He felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity, as if the meaning and truth he had always pursued were all fictional, a cosmic deception. He began to lose track of whether he was still real, or just an illusion of some higher-dimensional being.

"You lowly creatures, do you really think you're exploring the mysteries of the universe?" the voice scoffed. "You've never realized that the universe itself has no 'mysteries'; it's simply a series of simple formulas, a set of random choices. All your great ideas, all your scientific achievements, even all your moral laws, are elements I've plucked from your minds. I've arranged these topics for you, immersing you in them and making you believe you're 'evolving.' But you've never truly understood that the truth of the universe, even the very existence of nothingness, is under my control."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, trying to break free from this endless abyss. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed as if a force was always dragging him deeper into the illusion. He even felt that he was entering an even more absurd situation: time and space began to deviate from linearity, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to intertwine with countless past selves, becoming an endless self-replicator.

He saw past Feng Jings, the self who had once strived for his own mission and goals. However, these "past Feng Jings" had not truly "disappeared." They were forced to exist in a certain way, forever inseparable from the present Feng Jing. All these "selves" began to intertwine, forming an unsolvable knot. Feng Jing's consciousness was almost crushed by this endless "overlapping of selves."

"Do you think you can escape this predicament?" The voice sounded again, with an unprecedented coldness. "You can never escape. No matter how hard you try, you will only be trapped in this endless game. Every Feng Jing, every 'self', is destined to experience the same tragedy again, until time itself is consumed by you."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. He tried to break free from this vicious cycle, but each effort was interrupted by an indescribable force. He felt increasingly unreal, as if he were merely the product of an illusion, becoming insignificant in the face of some untouchable higher-dimensional being. Even the concept of "existence" began to lose its meaning.

Just as Feng Jing was about to disappear completely, the dimension of time violently reversed again. He found himself being devoured by an unimaginable rift in another dimension. The rift was like a giant tear tearing through space and time, swallowing the entire universe from within, devouring all the original logic and laws.

"You're not finished yet," the voice sounded coldly, carrying endless majesty, "You've simply entered a new stage, a new game. This has only just begun."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to fall into an endless black hole, gradually disappearing into infinite possibilities, and this time, there was no end.

Chapter 251: Soul-Torn, Absurd Ultimate Universe