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When the light curtain connecting all the worlds came to Gouxiong Ridge, an exposure that subverted cognition began. There are no gods, demons, or Buddhas here, only the figures that you and I are most familiar with, and the unknown "supermodel" forms behind them. That logging robot was ridiculed as industrial waste, but its design drawings caused genius scientists to fall into silence for a long time. It was an industrial poem written by a lonely man on scrap metal. That weak, trembling fur ball that was randomly decided to be "materialized" turned the space itself into its toy in the next second. When the perfect mechanical replica possessed everything Bald Qiang had, and even knew the secret of his hidden money, it collapsed on itself because it could not calculate the weight of "love". Xiong Er's honey jar slipped from his hand again and again. In Boss Li's office, there was the sound of expensive porcelain breaking. Bald Qiang looked at the screen, sometimes blushing and sometimes bursting into tears. As for the two bears, they were completely dumbfounded when they looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar world, and at the old enemy that refreshed their knowledge time and time again. When all the truth is revealed, who will be next?