They are connected together by a mercury-colored illusory river, flooding Lumian's thoughts like a flood.

Not only are the numbers enough to blow the head of any middle- and low-sequence person, but Lumian instinctively chooses to ignore some scenes, chooses to ignore, dare not look at them, dare not distinguish them.

Just when he thought that his intelligence would be washed away by this vast torrent and turned into a blank sheet of paper, he found that he had actually endured it, as if there was extra space to accommodate countless scenes beyond the limit.