At this time, Loren's heart moved and couldn't help but start to look at the surrounding environment. The mountains were undulating and scattered, which seemed natural, but just surrounded the tribal camp.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing water on the other side, this tribe has the most stable living environment.

And the strangest thing is that there is not even a beast in the nearby ecological environment...

After careful observation of this primitive human group, they went from the construction of camps, to tool templates, to the use of tools...

This made Loren unable to help but say softly: "Seagull, you are protecting this tribe."

Haiou smiled sweetly and responded casually: "I just talk nonsense, I just gave them fire on a whim."

"It's not just that. Their science and technology tree is obviously ahead. On the other side of my afforestation area, there is also a primitive tribe..." Loren's implication is naturally: I will compare, don't think of lying.

The seagull finally turned his head to meet Loren's gaze and blinked playfully.

Loren said: "How long have you been here?"

Haiou thought about it and said, "It should be more than a month."

"I guess that's real-world time, right?" Loren said.

The seagull said, "Yes."

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In the more than one month of real time, it was more than a hundred years to convert the time to the task plane!

The seagull has been in this world for more than a hundred years...

The primitive people had a short lifespan, and she had been responsible for the soil structure of this area. This means that she had watched the inheritance of this tribe for many generations with her own eyes, and she was likely to have a deep relationship with them.

It is dangerous for the Creator to have feelings for the creature.

Loren reminded: "Seagull, aren't you worried about mental failure? The people above should let you go back and rest!"

Seagull smiled and shook his head: "I feel like everything is fine, so I stayed there. Falcon, I know you are wondering if I am mentally exhausted and in an abnormal state. Then I will tell you now, don't worry, I'm very good."

Loren is still waiting to be persuaded, and the seagull has changed his subject: "People often say that the end of science is philosophy, the end of philosophy is theology, and the end of theology is us... We are the Creator, so, what is our end?"

There is a bond between creation and creation. While creating the world, you can't help but doubt the world.

There has never been a shortage of such sounds in the main plane world. In the so-called main plane world, people claim to be the Creator and supreme, and can create all things. Maybe they are just creations of higher planes, and they who created us are only creations of higher levels... The endless chain of creation cannot see the end at all, just as they look down, they are also endless.

The Federation had a set of dialectical thoughts about such a negative energy mentality. At the age of Loren, who was often called a genius, he was confused and thought deeply about it. But later, he had to spend all his energy alone just to live, and he had no time to think about it.

But he was very familiar with this mainstream dialectical rhetoric, so he said: "In the process of creating the world, the setting we like to add the most is to let the source of science be theology and the source of philosophy be the religion. The advantage of this is that when there are loopholes in the world and cannot be justified, it can be classified into the field of theology. After repeated use of this kind of setting, we can't help but have some self-doubt... We are at the top of endless planes, like standing on the top of a peak, some will be full of enthusiasm, and some will question whether our feet have reached the top of the mountain..."

Seagull interrupted Loren with a smile: "It seems that you have thought about this, even the Federation's set has been moved out... But can you cooperate with me to do a small experiment?"

Facing the girl's eager eyes full of anticipation, Loren could only nodded slowly.

The seagull smiled more friendly: "Then, next, you close your eyes and recall your childhood!"

Loren sighed, but closed his eyes as he said, trying to return to his childhood like golden years. In the flashes, it was his father holding his little hand and walking forward; it was his mother's gentle smile, touching his little head; it was his running on the road, unrestrained...

As he thought about it, a trace of tenderness could not help but overflow from the corner of Loren's mouth, but soon, he opened his eyes again and asked, "Okay, then what?"

Seagull was very dissatisfied with Loren's deliberately moving away. She took the initiative to get closer, and she brought a sense of mystery from her expression to her voice: "Have you noticed that when I was a child, everything was often in a third-person perspective! But these were obviously what we experienced ourselves! Shouldn't it be a first-person perspective? So, who was watching these things from a third-person perspective, and who was the first-person I at that time?"

Loren was inexplicably creepy, and the pious worship sounds from afar from the mountain suddenly seemed to be enlarged a hundred times, highlighting the word and sentence that the seagull had said before at a fanatical rhythm.

The seagull's eyes were shining, as if the sun had pierced into Loren's soul. Loren couldn't help but retreat a little, but the seagull continued to approach and said, "I'll share another guess about life, do you want to hear it?"

Loren shook his head decisively.

The seagull obviously didn't care about Loren's opinion and continued: "People often say that the rebirth before death will be reproduced for a lifetime, right? But no one knows the speed of rebirth! Just a moment? That's what the non-dead people told us! So, why do you know whether what you are experiencing now is true or rebirth? If it is rebirth, can it be explained? Why do we always feel that some places, some people, and some things are always familiar?"

The worship at the foot of the mountain has become extremely deafening with the sound of seagulls' guesses, resounding throughout the world, and the warm wind blew on Loren's face, but he only felt the biting cold and numbness. The numbness was still spreading, slowly swimming towards every corner of his body.

Loren stood up without hesitation, the seagull could not hide his disappointment on his face, and said softly: "Falcon, I have observed your creation, which is completely different from an ordinary architect. I originally thought that we would have a common language..."

Loren sighed, then slowly bent down, supported his hands on his knees, and stared at the seagull: "If it is a retrospective, how do you determine whether it is a one-time or is it constantly circulating? If it is a cycle, wouldn't the retrospective become the most terrible punishment? Therefore, some people have coined the word "destiny", and some people have tried to break through destiny!"

The seagull's eyes lit up, and his eyes shone with Loren's gaze.

Loren's voice was still gentle: "Let's go back to the problem of the memory system. If we think more pessimistically, we cannot prove whether this world has just been born. Your memory was just implanted in a moment ago! You and I might have just arrived in this world."

The seagull's eyes were brighter, but Loren had no intention of communicating, and continued, "Think from another perspective! You can't even be sure that you are yourself? Maybe the real you are dead, and another person is reading your life memories and trying to spend your life in an immersive first person... If so, can it be explained why sometimes you don't want to do something like this, but end up doing it! Then, can you reinterpret it by yourself?"

The seagull's eyes were already extremely bright, and it was to find the same kind of brilliance. She only felt that the wind around her became extremely warm and delicate at this moment, and the grand worship sound under her feet also turned into the gentlest murmur, just to listen to the words and sentences of Loren in front of her.

She wanted to stand up and be closer to Loren. She even wanted to fall into Loren's arms. It had nothing to do with love, but just the joy of the confidant finally meeting.

However, Loren poked a finger and pressed it against her shoulder, allowing her to maintain her original position.
Chapter completed!