CHAPTER 1071: CHAPTER 502: ROUND TABLE CONFERENCE IN THE SKULL

Painter No.3, at the brink of his spiritual will collapsing into chaos, drew Liangzi’s outline with chaotic and disordered lines?!

This...?

How is it possible!

Is it my illusion?

Lin Yi couldn’t believe it, no matter how he thought about it, it felt utterly absurd. To know that "Faceless Sin" was created by Painter No.3 in the year X000, at that time, both he and Wei Liang were just born!

Lin Yi stared absentmindedly at the panel that had turned into a whiteboard, his gaze slowly losing focus due to thinking.

He slowly closed the book, quietly returned it to the bookshelf, then glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was now 18:12, and the Dormitory elevator opens at 21:00... there was over an hour during which no other activities were planned, making time relatively ample, so he didn’t choose to continue flipping through but instead stood in place, propping his chin and pondering.

Although he could indeed multi-task or even triple-task, when distracted, his alertness would also decrease, making it easy to fall into layers due to various unpredictable accidents.

No joke, even when Lin Yi was fully focused, he might fall into layers without knowing when, or unwittingly his consciousness could leave his body and start Dream Building, let alone when distracted.

In such times, if something goes wrong, it’s truly uncertain how one might meet their end.

Compared to when he first entered the school and would fall into layers as soon as he started thinking, he now was much stronger.

So he gently held on to the bookshelf, thereby building a rudimentary space anchor, and then began contemplating the issue.

The first thing to discern was the reality of that fleeting image.

Either it was true, or it was false.

If it were false, then the reason was simple, he had seen wrongly.

A chaotic piece of artwork, at some fading moment, presented him with a familiar image, momentarily mistaken as an acquaintance.

Like flowing clouds in the sky that at some moment turned into a form familiar to the observer.

What if it were true?

Then it would derive a determined fact—Painter No.3 in the year X000 painted Wei Liang, as he appears now.

"How is it possible?!" The thought instinctively popped up in Lin Yi’s mind, but another quickly suppressed this doubt, "No, the current question isn’t about its possibility, but if possible, what could the reason be?"

"How did Painter No.3 foresee the future?"

"Foreseeing the future..."

"Hiss..."

Lin Yi’s breath slightly hitched, if the future could be foreseen, does that mean it could be changed?

Moreover, Painter No.3 foresaw a future 20 years later in the year X000?

Then, drew down the scenes he witnessed?

Theoretically, it was impossible, but now Lin Yi was in the "theoretically".

"If that truly was Liangzi, then this seems to be the only explanation."

Knowing that foreseeing the future is impossible... but if no other assumptions can explain it, then this is the sole truth.

He suddenly murmured to himself like he was possessed: "Foreseeing the future..."

"Is it possible?"

"Isn’t it possible?"

"...Is it possible?"

His tone was odd, fluctuating, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

He slowly gathered his thoughts, refocused his gaze before him, his expression turning very serious.

This issue resembled a paradox that couldn’t be effectively discussed due to a lack of conditions, not worth deep delving here.

He temporarily abandoned the thought, planning to discuss it with Tian Bufan later.

He let go of the bookshelf and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, he was inspired by some books on the bookshelf, and a light bulb went off in his head.

"Wait a moment! Got it!" Lin Yi’s eyes lit up, "Could it be—!"

He thought of something. When he was participating in that "Banquet" at the Gymnasium, he once saw scenes of the Gymnasium collapsing, the Boss, and the Physical Education Teacher all falling. If countless futures exist, was that scene one of them?

"Is it?"

"Yes, right!"

So Painter No.3 also foresaw the future in this way, seeing Wei Liang?

"Seems like it... right?"

"Le... is it really so?"

A round table seemed to appear in Lin Yi’s mind, filled with versions of himself. Some were frowning silently listening, some gently knocked on the table pondering, while others were engaging in heated discussions, and some were banging on the table, signaling others to listen to what he had to say.

"No! This isn’t right!"

"I was able to foresee the Boss and the Physical Education Teacher’s accident because I was in the Gymnasium, and everyone appearing in that vision were people I knew, in scenes I was already present in."

"Painter No.3 didn’t know Liangzi, how could he have painted Liangzi?"

"Even if he knew, Liangzi at that time shouldn’t appear as he did in the painting, but should be a mere infant!"

"How was it painted?"

"Completely illogical!"

"What you’re saying isn’t right either!" On the round table in his brain, another "self" slammed the table.

"Right, right..."

"Not right, not right..."

The Lin Yi’s around the round table couldn’t convince one another, their arguments grew so fierce they turned red, like a group of frantic construction vehicles roaring, the noise making Lin Yi’s brain swell, irritating him entirely.