As a rational researcher, his greatest fear is things getting completely out of control, and he detests the unpredictable chaos.
He fears those things that can disrupt established plans and introduce uncontrollable variables.
His left hand gropes in the air and finally touches a cold cube.
The sensation gives him a vague sense of unease.
Despite his inner resistance, he still holds it in his hand, following the rules of the King of Absurdity.
Opening his eyes, it is precisely the Paradox Dice that he instinctively resists.
The dice trembles slightly in his hand, its surface constantly changing numbers, following no discernible pattern.
The penguin gentleman bows gracefully:
"A wise choice! Or perhaps a foolish choice! In the face of paradox, wisdom and foolishness are the same thing!"
"Why this one?"
Ron frowned as he looked at the bizarre dice in his hand, feeling a strong sense of resistance deep within.
Although he is asking aloud, he already knows the answer in his heart.
The King of Absurdity smiles mysteriously, his half-crying and half-laughing face looks particularly strange:
"I know what you fear most is things getting completely out of control!"
His voice carries a certain insight:
"But, my child, sometimes change can breed new possibilities!"
"A perfect plan often leads to perfect failure, while seemingly chaotic variables can create miracles."
"This dice will teach you an important lesson—sometimes letting go and allowing fate to take the reins leads to better outcomes."
And Eve’s choices are: the Mirror of Lying Truth and the Potion of Sad Happiness.
Her right hand touches the Mirror of Lying Truth.
As she grabs the mirror, the surface immediately reveals a middle-aged woman filled with resentment.
"Do you see? This is the ’false’ image the mirror shows you!"
The carrot display stand explains excitedly:
"But since it’s false, the truth is the opposite!
This mirror always shows falsehoods, so once you know it’s lying, the false image becomes a road sign pointing to the truth!"
Eve quickly turns the mirror over, not daring to look at the figure inside.
A middle-aged woman filled with resentment—is this her fate without meeting the Master?
Just thinking about it gives her a shiver.
And when the girl picks up the potion bottle, it jumps up in delight:
"New friend! New friend! We can cry and laugh together! Hahaha... Boohoo..."
The carrot also waves its leaves excitedly:
"Congratulations on obtaining the Key to Truth! Remember, when you believe it, doubt it; when you doubt it, believe it!"
"Why did I choose the potion?"
Eve looks confused at the bottle scratching itself.
"Because you fear pain the most!"
The King of Absurdity explains gently, the weeping side of his face showing a kind smile:
"You have just escaped fourteen years of torment, instinctively wanting to avoid anything that might bring pain."
"But!"
His voice becomes profound and philosophical:
"Sometimes, you can find happiness in pain, and in happiness, you also accept pain.
This is the true meaning of life! A complete emotional experience includes both light and shadow."
The King of Absurdity’s tentacle brushes through Eve’s hair:
"My child, do not fear feeling.
Pain is not the enemy; it is the spice of life.
Joy without pain is pale, just like light without darkness is blinding."
......
"Wait! It’s not over yet!"
The King of Absurdity suddenly gets excited.
His octopus tentacles wave wildly in the air like a playful child who has just thought of a good idea:
"Since you’re about to leave, let me perform some magic for you!"
While speaking, he retrieves a pitch-black top hat from nowhere.
The material of the hat seems ordinary, but in the King of Absurdity’s hand, it emits a surreal sense of distortion.
It’s as if the inside of this hat connects to countless different dimensional spaces.
"Now is the moment... to witness a miracle!"
The King of Absurdity reaches deep into the hat, wearing an exaggerated mysterious expression.
When his hand reappears, he’s holding a furry white rabbit in his palm.
But this is clearly no ordinary prop.
It has three heads, each bearing eyes that sparkle like rubies.
Its lower body doesn’t have four legs but six long rabbit legs.
"Hello! I am the Magic Rabbit!"
All three heads speak simultaneously, their voices blending into a strange harmony:
"My specialty is to conjure more of myself! Now, I will perform a marvelous duplication!"
As soon as the words fall, the rabbit’s body begins to shake violently.
From the initial slight tremble, it rapidly escalates to convulsions as if electric currents pass through.
The next second, something unbelievable happens.
The rabbit’s body splits in half, like cells dividing.
Each new rabbit retains the full three-head, six-leg structure, their ruby eyes continuing to shine brightly.
"Success! Success!"
The two rabbits cheer in unison.
But this is just the beginning.
The division shows no signs of stopping.
Two become four, four become eight, eight become sixteen...
Each split comes with a crisp ’pop’ sound, like popcorn bursting.
The air starts to fill with a peculiar wave of magic power, a vibration unique to rapid life multiplication.
Within a minute, the entire spherical treasury is crowded with three-headed rabbits.