Song Yan didn't understand how his environment changed in the blink of an eye. The man in front of him looked very real, unlike high-technology such as virtual mirroring.

"So, how did you bring me here just now?" Song Yan asked.

"That is not important. What's important is what I want to tell you next." Song Huaixin said, "I hope you can listen to me carefully.

At this time, a door on the other side of the room was suddenly banged open. A young man in a hoodie stumbled in and said "Sorry, I'm late."

Everyone: "..."

Song Yan looked at the back of the door curiously. The darkness was out of sight and there was cold and gloomy wind, giving people the illusion that this man was crawling out of hell.

The man closed the door easily and ran to the bottom of the coffee table to look through the box, muttering: "Noodles, my old Sauerkraut noodles..."

"..."

Ke Mei couldn't bear it, "Du Lanze, can you be more serious? We are talking about business and you want to make your sauerkraut noodles?!"

Du Lanze looked up at him with an innocent look: "You talk about yours, I eat mine, and it doesn't matter."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Song Huaixin interrupted: "Let's get back to business. Mr. Song..."

"Just call me Song Yan."

Song Yan withdrew his gaze from the inexplicable man. Everyone in this place felt strange and he could only listen to the key points.

"Okay, then I'll say it straightforwardly." Song Huaixin said, "Song Yan, you are obviously dead but you are alive again. You were reborn a few years ago. Have you ever thought about the reason?"

Song Yan was stunned. He originally thought that his rebirth was a gift from God but when he was waiting for death in the cave, he suddenly felt that it might not be a gift but God punishing him to pay Xia Lin's debt.

Now that a stranger asked him if he had ever thought about the reason for his rebirth, he also wanted to know the reason.

Seeing him look dazed, Song Huaixin continued: "Have you heard of the Bermuda Triangle?"

Song Yan nodded: "I saw such legendary stories when I was a child and they were so eloquent. I can't believe it."

"The Bermuda Triangle is real," Song Huaixing said. "But what I want to tell you is not about the Bermuda Triangle but about space-time storms. Space-time storms are equivalent to Bermuda floating in the universe but its cycle is very long. The coordinates are very random. This time, I met you and Xia Lin. I really don't know if you two are lucky or not."

Song Yan blinked, not quite understanding the meaning of his last sentence.

Song Huaixin adjusted his sitting posture: "Let's put it this way, have you heard of the butterfly effect?"

Song Yan nodded: "I have seen a movie with the same name."

"That's about it. But that movie only discussed the issue of changing destiny but in fact, when a change of a person's destiny affects the destiny of the people around, the people around will affect more people, which will lead to the whole society. The changing of destinies has affected the development trajectory of the entire world."

Song Huaixin took out a pencil and drew an arc on a piece of paper: "For example, this is the trajectory of the world before you were reborn."

He then drew another arc with a different direction at one end of the arc: "And this is the development trajectory of this world after you were reborn. It seems that it is just a different trajectory, but in fact, it is impossible for a world to develop two different trajectories at the same time so there is a spatial separation."

"Space separation?" Song Yan showed a puzzled look.

"It's similar to the principle of cell division. A cell is divided into two, one of which continues to follow its original trajectory and the other to a new trajectory. This is the fragmentation of space."

Song Yan was stunned for a while: "Isn't that creating a new space?"

"Yes. The two separated spaces are the so-called parallel spaces. Although the starting point is the same, the following trajectories will drift away and never cross."

Song Yan paused for a while before asking: "Then, can we see another parallel space?"

"For you people on the plane, they are invisible to the naked eye." Song Huaixing said, "Only people on the high planes can see the parallel space of the lower planes."

"What is a high-level person?"

Song Huaixin was silent, not knowing where to start.

"They are people in the world above your survival law," Ke Mei pointed to Song Huaixin. "In short, it is equivalent to what you call God."

Oh damn? Song Yan's views are simply broken.

To be honest, Song Yan was an authentic atheist before his rebirth.

After his rebirth, he was forced to become a ghostist. But his concept of God is still very vague. The god he knows is simply the "God".

But now, someone's telling him that the man sitting in front of him who once tried to kill him but failed is actually the god in his mind?

In an instant, he had the urge to rush to strangle the gods alive.

The strong smell of sauerkraut noodles began to fill the air. This smell was so hard to ignore that it made Song Yan extremely angry.

He glanced at the man who was squatting beside the coffee table and sipping instant noodles.

Ke Mei covered his nose with disgust.

Du Lanze ate the instant noodles and waved his hand contentedly: "Don't mind me, continue, continue."

"I think you might have a misunderstanding of me," Song Huaixin coughed awkwardly, "the people of our plane are still very different from the "gods" you believe in this world. First of all, we are not the creator. Although we are above your laws of survival, under normal circumstances we do not arbitrarily control your destiny. We only intervene when there is a problem with the order of the plane. "

Song Yan remembered what this person had done before and asked, "Since you are not the creator, why do you intervene?"

"In order to check and balance various planes."

Song Yan is almost at a loss.

Du Lanze took a sip of his instant noodles then interrupted: "I, Ke Mei, and Huaixin, we are all from different planes and we all have different laws of survival."

"Of course, besides us, there are more different planes with different races in the vast universe but because of some uncontrollable factors, our three planes gradually overlapped due to the intersection of the trajectories. They formed a three-legged situation. During this period, we had repeated armed conflicts due to the uneven distribution of various interests."

"Later, we discovered the existence of your plane. Although your law of survival is lower than ours, your plane happens to be at the intersection of our three planes, which makes our three planes temporarily enter a state of mutual check and balance-so we call your plane the Zero Realm."

"We used this as the tipping point to establish a tripartite convention of check and balance, which to a certain extent effectively contained disputes on all planes. At the same time, we each have one person stationed here to maintain the normal operation order of Zero Realm. It is equivalent to your peacekeeping forces. "