Chapter 79 False or True?_1

This line is so familiar, where have I heard it before?

And who is Ada Wong?

My name is clearly Wang Aida.

A growing confusion welled up in Ada Wong's heart.

Who exactly is this man?

Memory editing technology had become mature. Had it been before, she might have remembered by now, but currently, besides a sense of familiarity, her mind was a blank, as if completely blocked or erased.

With a thought, Qin Ming lifted the block, and her original memories unlocked in her mind.

Two sets of memories overlapped; Ada Wong stood frozen on the spot, finally remembering who the man before her was.

"Dr. Qin."

As she said the name, she felt a wave of vertigo, the world spinning around her, and she sat down with a thud on the ground.

Twenty minutes later, she had digested all the memories.

"As expected of a man without feelings."

Ada Wong patted the dust off herself, stood up from the floor, and said coldly, "You didn't even offer to help me up."

Help her up?

Qin Ming had no such intention.

"Last time I hadn't even chosen, and you just," Ada Wong stopped mid-sentence, sensing something off, and stared straight at Qin Ming:

"Dr. Qin?"

"How do I know these aren't false memories?"

"How can you prove you are real?"

She couldn't tell, she really couldn't tell.

She didn't even know if that memory was real.

This was the terror of being a 'brain in a vat'; without external interference, a brain cannot distinguish reality from the virtual.

What's even more disheartening is the Russian nesting doll of virtual worlds; one layer after another, you think you've pierced through illusion to return to reality, but in truth, you've just entered a more realistic world of fantasy. And even if you break through again, it's just a higher level of nesting.

In the end, even if you break through the fog and return to the real world, you would still doubt its authenticity, trapped in self-doubt.

Moreover, no external force can help you, because any intervention would only fuel your self-doubt.

If you break through the layers of the virtual world back to reality, wouldn't you worry in your heart that this world is also fake? If someone came running over, claiming this is the real world and provided various evidence, would you think what they say is true? Or would you suspect it's just another layer of nesting?

Even a sound mind could be driven to disorder; those who awaken and see through it are one in ten thousand. The vast majority can't bear such despair and end up taking their own lives.

The vicious cycle of self-doubt can only be broken by oneself; external forces are of no help, almost unsolvable—this is the most terrifying and desperate aspect.

"It's quite simple."

Click!

Qin Ming raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

The surrounding environment began to blur and shift; their figures elongated to infinity, and in an instant, Ada Wong found herself in outer space.

The sudden weightlessness made her uncomfortable.

"This is the world you currently live in; the vast majority of people are NPCs."

Ada Wong, floating in space, could see the entirety of Earth. After a brief panic, she calmed down as she gazed at the blue planet before her.

"So, this is the real reward?"

"Letting me alone know this cruel truth?"

Qin Ming smiled faintly, waved his hand grandly, and the Three-Body Simulation World disappeared, to be replaced by Virtual World 3.0.

"This is the world where people now live."

He zoomed in, allowing Ada Wong to observe the human activities on Earth.

"Do you think it's better for humans to live in a virtual world or the real world?"

The view kept switching.

An elderly person fell to the ground, and a young person nearby immediately went to help without hesitation,

Someone's brand-new phone fell, and the person behind picked it up without hesitation and ran after the owner to return it.

...

Everywhere beneath the heavens, there was no darkness; every corner was illuminated, filled with warmth and love.

People lived fulfilled lives, everyone leading a happy and prosperous existence without oppression, exploitation, harm, or the burdens of 996 or 007; they worked just eight hours a day with a two-hour lunch break, had weekends off, and one person's income could provide a wealthy life for the whole family.

Everyone was civilized and truly embodied the principle of doing for others as one would do for oneself. Lost items were not picked up, and doors were not shut at night.

It was like the Great Harmony World depicted in ancient times.

"It really is wonderful."

Ada Wong's eyes were misty, but the next second, she turned sharply, gazing intensely at Qin Ming:

"But the fake will always be fake."

"No matter how happy, how wonderful, it's all an illusion, not a reality you can actually touch."

Qin Ming shook his head noncommittally at her words.

Truth and falsehood, illusion and reality—who can truly distinguish them?

Even the "real" universe Ada Wong believed in—the Biohazard Crisis World—might be artificially created by a [Creator] from a higher dimension or even beyond the universe.

A novel needs logic, but real life doesn't adhere to logic; all arrangements that defy logic are just for the sake of the Creator's plot needs.

The most terrifying aspect of the world is that it encompasses everything.

Like worlds nesting within worlds, boxes stacking upon boxes.

You can never escape.

Not even gods or devils can escape.

Nor can the Creator escape.

Even if we're inside the box and the Creator is outside, he's also within a higher-tier box—a rascal of an arrangement, where nothing can surpass the box.

Even with death, the molecules and atoms that constitute you are still within this box!

You can check out anytime, but you can never leave!

In essence, this question has no answer, ever.