With each image that flashed by, Wang Ping was extremely moved.
By the end of it all, Wang Ping had detached his spirit. He looked around the wooden house in a daze, feeling as if it was all a dream. It seemed unreal to him.
These tangled timelines, these intertwined lives were too contradictory. It created a sensation similar to Zhuang Zhou dreaming he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it was Zhuang Zhou.
"Life Simulator..." Wang Ping snapped back to his senses after a while, muttering, "Is each simulated life truly a figment of imagination? Is it a simulation of the future? Or, are the developments in each simulated life real, creating parallel universes in their wake? That sense of reality is truly unforgettable."
"I'm overthinking things, drawing parallels between the profound world and parallel universes. Ultimately, the simulated world is so realistic that I can't differentiate between illusion and reality," Wang Ping said, holding his head and smiling bitterly.