Helga never thought that Jon would be troubled by this kind of problem.

However, she also felt that Jon had been troubled by similar problems too many times during this period.

And this is a question worthy of her careful consideration.

Why are there so many troubles?

Is it that important whether the world is a real world?

Even if this world is fake, why don’t we continue to live?

These words could not be said directly to Jon, so Helga asked the question.

…

"This space may be real."

Jon answered truthfully, of course he knew in his heart that this was just a fictional space created by magic. According to the normal perception of reality, this space was certainly not real.

But Jon was in this space, so he really couldn't say the words "unreal".

In this world, the soul's feedback is the most real. Jon's soul is in this space and feeds him real information. There is no way for him to give a negative answer to the legendary witch's question.

"now it's right."

Helga smiled kindly and said:

"Whether it's a space or this world, as long as you feel it is real, then it's okay.

Why bother whether this world is real or not?

That's not important at all, what's important is what you think.

What we call reality is actually just how the world gives you feedback information and how you process this information.

As long as you believe these are true, then these things have meaning, and this place where you exist is worth fighting for."

The witch paused and then said: "Even if you are fighting for yourself, it is better than doing nothing."

"Okay, I probably understand."

Jon nodded.

In fact, he didn't understand anything.

Mainly what Helga said, and what he said is not a problem at all.

Helga is arguing with him that this world is real, or that she is helping Jon understand that this world is real, but the question Jon is thinking about is whether this world is unique.

"Of course this world is unique."

Suddenly hearing Helga's voice, Jon raised his head in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean it."

Helga had a frank expression on her face: "This is a side effect of my recent research on the nature of the soul. As long as you are by my side, your strongest thoughts at a certain moment will be unnaturally read by me.

, but I have found a way to suppress this side effect, and it will be fine in a few days."

"?!"

There was no expression on Jon's face, and there was a question mark in his mind.

"Oh, what's wrong with this? Just think that I have studied a new magic, but I haven't found a way to turn it off yet."

"Okay, this magic is really convenient."

Jon blinked, and some thoughts continued to flash through his mind.

"Stop dreaming. You can't learn this magic. Your level is not good enough. After you graduate from Hogwarts, maybe you can."

"According to my progress -" Jon counted with his fingers: "I will have reached the level of a scholar by the time I graduate."

"No hurries."

Helga glanced at Jon: "Can you learn magic without me here?"

"..."

Being interrupted by Helga, Jon almost forgot what he was thinking about just now. He quickly brought the topic back to where he was before: "You just said that this world is the only one. Is there any basis for it?"

"What basis do you need? I've seen it with my own eyes."

Helga calmly sat down on the swing and rocked back and forth: "In our time, there were many benefits when you were promoted to legend. For example, you could enter the [Deep Blue Sea] at any time. For example, you could take a look at this

The true face of the world.”

Jon stretched out his hand to grab it, and a dozen grasses grew like crazy in the grass on the ground, and then weaved a seat out of the air. Then he sat on it, obediently assuming a posture of listening.

"How should I put it? I understand the parallel world theory you just mentioned, but this theory is a bit...unorthodox."

Helga didn't seem to know how to explain this thing, so she could only say one sentence.

She stretched out her hand and drew a line in front of Jon's eyes, outlining a square chessboard. Then she flicked her fingers gently, and the chessboard fluctuated up and down, creating a large, dense pit.

"This is the parallel world you mentioned."

Helga threw something like a pebble into it, and then the small spherical object split open on its own, revealing the tentacles and growing roots inside.

"If the beginning of the birth of the world was a point, then we can describe it as... what Muggles call a [cell]."

She waved her hand, and those roots began to grow.

"The roots you see now are the possibility of this [cell] growing. Those small protrusions that have not grown are the possibility that this [cell] may die during development."

"But, is this also a world?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

Helga asked rhetorically: "You know, since it exists, it must be called a world."

The witch waved her hand again, and this time, the roots grew faster.

Several vine-like things got tangled together as they grew and began to look like trunks, while the rest of the roots stagnated somewhere at different times.

Jon stared at the chessboard closely, knowing that this was Helga helping him understand the true face of the world, a process that could not be skipped.

Those [vines] became more and more tangled, and countless [possibilities] filled the gaps, turning this [big tree] into an extremely weird shape.

It was like the lower part of the alien spacecraft I saw in my previous life.

The bottom is only supported by a little connection with the foundation, like a top, but it does not rotate. The whole shape looks not only weird, but also dangerous.

It is not difficult to imagine,

Once something goes wrong somewhere, the [world] extended by [basic cells] will immediately collapse.

If there is life in it,

So, for these lives,

This is the so-called catastrophe.

"So, now you understand."
Chapter completed!