Yes, the question Zhang Tie asked does exist.
If the cycle restarted, there's no reason his body would remain.
After a pause, Lin An explained directly:
"Whether it's your memory problem or the extra corpse problem, it can be explained with just a few words."
"Zhang Tie."
"Have you ever played with sand or blocks?"
Zhang Tie nodded and scratched his head:
"Have you played before? Playing in the mud counts, right?"
"Does this have anything to do with this?"
Nodding, Lin An casually summoned a wisp of dust, and controlled the mud to deform and reshape at will:
"It's very simple."
"Everything in this secret realm is like mud or sand in a box."
"No matter how the villagers in the secret realm appear, whether they are flowers, plants, trees, people or ghosts, they are essentially composed of the "sand" in the [secret realm]."
"Just like the basic unit of matter is the atom."
“The ‘sand’ has been destroyed and reshaped, which is history repeating itself for them.”
While talking, Lin An shaped the clay ball in his hand into a little figure, crushed it, and then reshaped it.
"Just like this."
"No matter how you destroy it, you only need to reshape it to restore it to its original state."
"Similarly, there is only so much "sand" in this secret realm. Just pinching a new one does not mean copying it."
"Reverse... the cycle..."
"It's a reenactment, not an additional repetition."
Zhang Tie frowned after hearing this.
He understood Lin An's metaphor.
However, doesn’t that further prove that there shouldn’t be so many corpses of Captain Lin?
It's just that one thing happens hundreds of times, and the cycle continues.
Lin Anjian couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he chuckled and nodded at him and then himself:
"Don't you understand yet?"
"We are outsiders!"
"The rule of this secret realm's recurrence cycle is reinvention!"
"The "sand" that makes us up does not come from a secret place!"
"We are players in the real world, with spiritual energy and systematic power in our bodies!"
"so..."
Chapter completed!