The legend of Tiga

Empty and silent!

There is nothing common in the ordinary universe.

There are no stars, no sun, no moon, not even a speck of dust to be seen, let alone the rays and radiation that pervade the universe.

Complete loneliness, complete desolation.

Only Tiga is alone, floating in this white void opposite to the dark universe.

It has many names, including twisted wormholes, tunnels of space and time, and dimensional cracks. The ways and methods of opening it are different, and the results are also different.

And through the shuttle of time, what you enter is a piece of nothingness. There are no rotating colorful light spots, no distorted colorful lights, and no whirlpool-like hollows. There is only a vast expanse of white. At that time, the 'whirlpool of time' that we entered was still different.

"This place doesn't really exist, does it?"

Diga murmured in a low voice. After unraveling the distortion of the snow world, Diga used the last power of the shuttle of time to enter this strange space.

Mainly I want to see what the depths of this space look like? What else is there?

As a result, there was some disappointment.

The eyes are full of nothingness, there is nothing, and nothing can be seen.

Not to mention compared to the starry sky, even the desert has more things than this. The background desert has gravel and sand at least, so it is not like nothing exists.

"So, what is this place?"

Diga was quite confused. What was the meaning of existence in such a void place?

Everything exists for a reason, even things that seem useless and useless have their own meaning.

Even mosquitoes may be used as food, such as mosquito cakes

But this vast white space

Diga looked left and right, up and down. After looking for a long time, he could not see, let alone figure out, what this space was for.

It's not that I didn't walk further and look for it again, but I flew for a long time without any changes happening around me. There was no reference. It felt like I was staying in place without moving, and there was no way to judge at all.

Of course, it might just be spinning in circles, but there is no way of knowing because there is no reference.

It's like putting an ant on a Möbius strip. The ant thinks it's crawling forward, but in fact it's spinning in circles.

In the same way, if you put a three-dimensional creature in a four-dimensional creation, the three-dimensional creature will feel that it is always moving forward, but in fact it has always been in the Klein bottle. It has not gone anywhere outside at all, so how can it see the outside? 'world'.

Therefore, Tiga stopped after flying a certain distance and stopped doing useless work. After some serious thinking, he came to this general conclusion.

That is, it is very likely that you will enter a high-dimensional space, just like the fourth-dimensional space created by the fourth-dimensional creature Bruton. The strange phenomenon of going up the stairs but coming out from below can occur.

Therefore, Diga judged that the place he was in might be a certain high-dimensional space, specifically how many dimensional spaces

Diga turned his head and looked at the white surroundings, unable to tell whether it was true or not.

Even the world's best mathematician needs numbers to calculate, but now there is nothing but blanks.

Even if you are Conan, you cannot find the little black man by relying on your imagination without clues.

As soon as he thought of this, Diga stopped thinking, because in the endless blanks, there were several different colors. Although they were very small and very rare, they were still among the white. It is so conspicuous and eye-catching. "Is there color? Go over and have a look."

Diga immediately flew forward, and the dots of colors gradually extended into lines as Diga approached, and finally became colorful long lines from the left horizon to the right horizon, with no end visible at a glance. I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it will disappear.

By the time Diga stopped, his field of vision had been filled with long threads exuding different colors. Countless long threads intersected here, intertwined and entwined with each other, giving Diga the feeling of being knotted with Chinese knots. Knitting sweaters is so dense that it can make one's scalp numb just by looking at it. If it were someone with trypophobia, he would probably die on the spot.

"This, this, what is this?"

Diga was dumbfounded, and was extremely surprised by the dazzling array of dense ropes in front of him.

From a distance, it looks like just a few dots, but up close, it looks like a large area.

The difference is too big.

If each of these lines in front of us represents a time and space, then how many worlds would be intertwined.

In comparison, Yukino's world was nothing at all.

Absolutely nothing compared to a big witch.

"What on earth happened to these worlds?"

Diga felt that his whole body was not well. It took so much effort to separate just a few worlds together. But now, the number of worlds intertwined is dozens of times and hundreds of times. Times or even a thousand times.

How difficult would it be to separate them?

It is no longer the sky and the earth, but outer space and the depths of the earth.

Anyone who knows something about mathematics knows that in many cases, if the number is doubled, the difficulty is likely to increase exponentially.

So you can imagine how difficult it is to untie the ball of yarn in front of you.

But

"I can only go and see what is the reason why so many threads are entangled together!"

Diga thought in his heart, although it is difficult, it is much more difficult than the game field played by Reblo, but as an Ultra Warrior, shouldn't he face the difficulties head on?

After all, if even Ultraman, who possesses powerful power, retreats in the face of difficulties, then there will be no hope for the universe.

At this moment, Diga also had speculations about this space.

Thinking about it, it should be to accommodate the 'projection of the entangled world'. After all, the world itself is in its own place, but suddenly they are entangled together, and the fusion creates a 'projection'.

It is said that a curtain is needed to show these 'projections'. No wonder this space is filled with white everywhere, just like a movie or a shadow play. The whiter the colors, the more vivid the colors and the clearer the picture.

"So what does this 'movie' look like?"

Diga murmured to himself, then raised the arm holding the shuttle of time, pointing at the vast 'light area' ahead, and then turned into a beam of light, passing through the twisted 'lines' , flying towards the densest place in this 'light area', 'colliding' into the point where countless 'lines' are entangled, and disappearing in the mottled brilliance emitted by this point. (End of chapter)