Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1921 The Master's Handwritten Notes

On my way back that evening, I wandered around aimlessly and unexpectedly ran into the master. I went up to greet him, and he smiled and waved, saying, "Come here, I have something good for you." Back in my room, the master took out a handwritten notebook. This was indeed my master, giving me something so precious. I wanted to see what was inside. It had drawings of two suns in the sky, but no moon. The moon was a spherical lamp. I was a little confused, so I asked him what the two suns meant. The master smiled and said, "These suns are fake. One or two are just figments of our imagination. You can think of it this way: in the sky, you think there's one, and you think there are two. It's all based on our imagination. After all, these are created. If you have the ability, you can create three or four without any problem. The moon is like a lamp. Hanging in the sky, you don't need to turn on the lights at night. Isn't that a good thing? If everyone wants to sleep, they can just draw the curtains. But in this world, it seems not many people need to sleep." I asked curiously, "Where is this world? What's it called?" The master smiled and said to me, "This is the new world we're about to enter—the Pseudo-World. You've probably heard of it, right? This world originally didn't have people; it was created by later generations. In essence, this world is where those who are good live even better, and those who are bad live even worse. The rich remain rich, and the poor remain poor. If you want to be rich, there's only one way: change—change your present, change your future. In that world, you can also change many people through hard work. It's because the wealthy seek a paradise, a place with almost no conflict, where everyone lives in harmony. So, this is the ideal world for the rich. Those without money come here to create wealth. After all, in the ordinary world or the Great World, it's very difficult for them to rise above their circumstances. Here, there are more opportunities, but not everyone can seize them. You might be a slave here your whole life—it's a matter of probability. If you go there, you'll definitely be a powerful being, given your status. But I don't want that. This is a world of trials, even though it was created." "But this is more realistic than the small world. I don't want to set up barriers; I want you to have freedom to develop and push your limits, so that your companions won't rely on the past." I sighed helplessly. This master was indeed my master, but he was also truly ruthless. The master didn't explain much, only telling me that he had discussed this with my father and Old Ancestor Fang. I felt helpless; these three old guys had really dug a pit for me. This group of friends would have to suffer with me again. "No pain, no gain," I could only comfort myself with this thought. But looking at it from another perspective, this world seemed more stable than other worlds. The master told me to try to adapt to the school environment as much as possible. Going there meant going to school. After all, we were going there for training. In the big world, there would be no opportunity to learn; we could only practice. The pseudo-world was relatively safe, which was the place they thought would allow us to study with peace of mind. We had just returned from the small world and were going to a new one. We were a bit caught off guard, but in this world, we could get more familiar with it and learn more principles. We would be experienced when we got there. The master asked me how the square stones I had collected were doing. I nodded and said we'd almost collected them all. Besides the ones I'd already polished and forged, there were others being made overtime. The master explained that these weren't currency, but rather meant to help us forge a very powerful storage container. It would be distributed to us in the form of energy points. We each needed a square stone to go further in life, especially since we could earn wages after we had these resources. Of course, wages were energy. I asked curiously what kind of energy it was—was it solar energy? The master explained that it could be understood as the energy we needed for movement there. We didn't need to eat, but we absolutely needed energy to facilitate our future advancement and contributions to this world. We would exchange our efforts for energy stones, which we would then transmit back to this world in our own form to gain status and advancement. That world was a completely new system, vastly different from our current understanding of humanity.