Not only that, Lorenzo began to ponder whether consciousness could serve as a carrier for anti-memes.
He suddenly stood up, like a madman, picked up a pen and ruler, and Lorenzo began measuring the distance between Old Dunling and the Seven Hills. Given the current surveying methods, the error was bound to be significant, but this error was negligible when traversing the Gap.
Lorenzo calculated the maximum range of his erosion effect and considered how long it would take him to reach the Static Holy Temple if he ventured alone.
He was unclear where this strange feeling he sensed originated from, and Lorenzo lacked the courage to place all his hopes on this blind notion. He needed to take the initiative himself so that, at the very least, when disaster struck, he would have the ability to remedy the situation.
"So, all you need is a carrier, right?"
Lorenzo gazed at the black cube, a glimmer of white light flashed briefly in his eyes.
