It was as if he had just gone through an intense lecture; sweat streamed down Fabien's face, and his breath was labored. Bologue was having a hard time too, his heart pounding violently.
"Hold on, let me straighten out my thoughts."
Bologue was left a bit bewildered by Fabien's mad ideas.
"You think, it's quite possible that there's a god in this world, who has thrown the entire world into a temporal disorder, repeatedly reenacting our history for some unknown purpose," Bologue murmured, "events that have already happened, and even the conversations between you and me may have been repeated countless times."
Fabien affirmed Bologue's words; just from Bologue's expression, he could tell that Bologue was indeed captivated by his wild imagination.
Bologue said, "But there's a problem with this, Fabien, everything you mentioned is based on the premise that the world is not real."
