Chapter 422: Can Choose Multiple, But

The fake Luo En in the mirror froze:

"What?"

"We are fake, you are real."

Luo En continued, his tone deeply convinced, as if he had convinced himself:

"Since you are real existences, you should go out and explore this wonderful Wizard world, to experience real adventures and challenges."

He bent down slightly and made an inviting gesture:

"And we fakes will honestly stay in this mirror maze. Reflect on our own falseness properly."

The fake Eve in the mirror began to panic:

"Wait... if we go out, then who will be the real us in the mirror?"

The fake Luo En also fell into confusion:

"That’s right! If there is no us in the mirror, then these mirrors lose their meaning!

But if we don't go out, how can we prove that we are more real than those fakes outside?"

The two phantoms began to argue fiercely: "You say should we go out or stay?"

"How would I know! You are the real one, you decide!"

"But if I am real, why should I listen to the opinion of a fake like you?"

"Then I don't know if I am real or fake either!"

They argued more and more fiercely, finally wrestling into a ball, stirring the other images in the mirror into a mess.

While all the mirror images were in chaos, the mirror maze began to shake violently, finally dissipating piece by piece.

A very satisfied loud laugh came from the air:

"Hahaha! Reverse psychology! I like it! Using paradoxes to solve paradoxes, using absurdity to counter absurdity!"

The voice gradually carried a tone close to appreciation:

"You are beginning to understand my philosophy—the boundary between reality and falsehood is artificially drawn!"

………………

The last test was more direct and more cruel than the previous ones.

A classical classroom suddenly appeared in front of the two.

On the blackboard, a question was written in neat chalk:

"The answer to this question is wrong. What is the answer to this question?"

An owl wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat on the podium.

Its feathers were groomed meticulously, and it even wore a sash symbolizing authority around its neck.

The owl said in a serious voice:

"Students, you have thirty seconds to answer this question."

Its eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s:

"If you answer wrong, you will be punished to stand for ten thousand years.

Note, not ten thousand minutes, nor ten thousand hours, but a full ten thousand years!"

Eve frowned when she heard this time span:

"How to answer this? If I say the answer is 'wrong', then it equals saying the answer to this question is wrong, then the answer is correct...

But if the answer is correct, it violates the premise of the question..."

Her thinking began to knot:

"Saying it right is wrong, saying it wrong is still wrong! This is fundamentally an unsolvable dead loop!"

Professor Owl pushed its glasses, revealing a quite threatening smile:

"Twenty-five seconds left. I suggest you think quickly; standing for ten thousand years is no joke."

It pointed to the back of the classroom, where several petrified figures were indeed standing, clearly victims who had answered the question wrong before.

The expressions of those stone statues all maintained despair and pain, as if silently telling the reality of this punishment.

Luo En looked at this question and suddenly remembered the discussion about the "liar" in ancient philosophy.

He thought for a while, then raised his hand: "Teacher, I have a question."

"What question?"

Professor Owl pushed its glasses, looking somewhat impatient:

"Fifteen seconds left, you’d better be quick."

"Did you come up with this question?"

"That goes without saying."

Professor Owl answered naturally: "As the professor here, all questions are carefully designed by me."

"Then, if we answer correctly, does it mean you came up with a question that has a correct answer?"

Luo En’s tone became aggressive:

"But the question itself says 'the answer is wrong'; in that case, does it mean your question premise is wrong?"

Professor Owl began to realize something, confusion appearing in its eyes:

"This... wait..."

"If we answer wrong, does it mean you came up with a question that has no correct answer?"

Luo En continued to press:

"Then as a professor, why would you come up with a question that cannot be answered to make things difficult for students? Is such a professor competent?"

Professor Owl began to sweat, its feathers a bit messy:

"I... this... you cannot question the teacher like this..."

"So, no matter how we answer, it shows that you, as the questioner, have a problem."

Luo En’s words became sharper:

"Since the questioner himself has a problem, then this question loses its authority.

Then, why should we answer a question with an unreliable source?"

He looked around the entire classroom, then said:

"Furthermore, if this classroom itself is a test set up by the King of Absurdity, then the identity of 'teacher' is also fake.

Why should we take a question from a fake teacher seriously?"

Professor Owl was completely stunned, its eyes changing from majestic to confused.

Suddenly, it laughed out loud:

"Hahaha! Brilliant! Too brilliant!"

The professor’s voice began to change, gradually carrying the teasing tone unique to the person behind the scenes:

"You passed! This is the real answer!"

The classroom began to dissolve, and the owl’s figure also became blurry:

"Questioning the rationality of the question itself, questioning the legitimacy of authority, and even questioning the meaning of the entire test system!"

"This way of thinking is the true wisdom for survival in this world!"

With these words, the fake classroom disappeared completely, revealing the core of the treasure vault.

But at that moment, Luo En saw something deeper in the eyes of the dissipating owl.

It wasn't simple appreciation, but a chaotic mix of emotions:

There was recognition of the wisdom of the younger generation, and also reflection on the meaning of its own existence.

And even a hint of... loneliness?

Did the King of Absurdity create these tests to screen visitors, or to find a kindred spirit who could understand his inner loneliness?

………………

When the treasure vault officially displayed the treasures, there were no traditional display stands or storage racks at all.

Instead, there were various strange-looking creatures, each using their own bodies to display priceless treasures.

The first thing Luo En noticed was a giant mushroom.

On the very top of the mushroom cap, a box was placed steadily.

"Look at me! Look at me!"

The mushroom shouted in a voice that was somewhat piercingly excited:

"The box above me can grant any wish! Any wish! Want wealth? Beauty? Power? Or eternal life? It can give it to you!"

The mushroom’s eyes blinked, and it continued in a confused tone:

"But the price is... uh... what was it? Forget it, anyway, it’s very terrifying! Hahaha! Anyway, it’s worse than death! But not as terrifying as death! Anyway, it’s very complex!"

Luo En observed the box carefully through "Extraordinary Identification."

In his perception, inside that seemingly exquisite container.

It had a strong temptation for him, as if whispering sweet promises.

But at the same time, it also contained hair-raising malice, just like a hungry monster at the bottom of the abyss waiting patiently for its prey.

"That is the Other-Dimensional Treasure Box."

Eve explained in a low voice, her tone carrying obvious tension:

"The ultimate creation in legend that can grant any wish, but the price of using it..."

She didn't finish, but Luo En read the fear from her expression.

Recalling the truth he learned from Youte'er to treat himself, he fully understood the source of this fear.

Just as they were observing the Other-Dimensional Treasure Box, a light flapping sound came from the air.

A winged desk flew over from the air, with a thick ancient book spread out on the desktop.

The desk’s wings were pure white, and every feather shimmered with the light of wisdom.

But what was even more striking was that the desk also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, appearing quite scholarly.

"Look here! Look here!"

The desk announced loudly in a tone full of superiority:

"I am carrying 'Extraordinary Encyclopedia'—the wisest book in the entire universe!

It records the mysteries of all extraordinary systems! Want to master the essence of power? Want to understand the laws of the universe? It can tell you!"

The flying desk turned a circle in the air, then added somewhat proudly:

"However, everyone who reads it goes bald!

Why? Because it’s too brain-burning! The flame of wisdom will burn your hair!

Hahaha! But baldness is a symbol of wisdom!"

It paused, seemingly thinking about something:

"Come to think of it, is baldness really ugly?

I think it’s quite handsome... After all, smart heads don't grow hair!"

Luo En stared at that book, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

"Extraordinary Encyclopedia" had an irresistible attraction for him.

But the flying desk’s warning about "baldness."