Chess Mage of Faerûn

When traveling with the Weaver through the higher dimensions woven from the yarn of creation, the state of that plane is laid bare before one's eyes.

However, when you are in this mountain, it is as if you are behind a veil, and what you see is not real.

Sensing something amiss, Zhang Yuan wanted to investigate further but was afraid of being impolite, so he quickly sought out the local host.

"Hello, visitors from another world, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

The voice he had heard before came from the void. The mage's spiritual vision immediately detected the fluctuations in the spatial dimension, and a tall figure appeared directly in front of him. When the spiritual light dissipated, a large head that looked somewhat strange and comical was looking at him.

A Delaney with four arms?

This was Zhang Yuan's first reaction upon seeing the other party.

The characters in the game are quite faithful to the original, he thought to himself.

"Greetings, Lord Aghanim, the demigod wizard."

"Oh?"

Although Mr. Demigod had a novel appearance, his expression was very vivid. His pale blue-gray face perfectly captured the meaning of a half-smile.

"Aren't you a four-armed Draenei? Why are you being so polite?"

This…

If spirits didn't lack sweat glands, Mr. Zhang would have broken out in a cold sweat.

Mind reading?
He glanced at Aghanim as he pondered, and Aghanim looked back at him with a kind and friendly expression.
"No, it's not mind reading, you're overthinking it."

(д)！

This is less a sophistry and more an open admission.

Zhang Yuan rarely panicked. He quickly composed himself, letting some nonsense like, "Chang Wei, you still say you don't know martial arts," temporarily fill his mind.

Aghanim blinked, his tentacles and long whiskers swaying slightly as he chuckled.

"It seems you're not quite comfortable with the way spirits communicate. Focus your thoughts, clear your mind, and don't let unnecessary distractions interfere with the manifestation of your true will."

"Focus your mind?"

Zhang Yuan quickly realized what was happening and adapted to this new communication method.

Some things are like a thin layer of paper; once you break through it, they're not that complicated.

"You learn quite quickly, but for your current rank, this is indeed a piece of cake."

"It's you..."

"You may call me whatever you wish."

"You chose me? Have you or others been watching me all along?"

The mage was a little nervous. Had he finally met the developer of the cheat system?

That's not right either. He wrote the MOD program himself and created the trainer himself, but what role did the other party play when he traveled to Forgotten Realms with the cheat codes from the game?
Aghalim didn't keep them in suspense like a riddle teller. He stroked his beard with one hand and casually waved his other three hands as he spoke:

"It wasn't me who 'chose' you, but rather you stumbled upon this opportunity."

"A coincidence? Or do I just happen to meet certain conditions?"

The demigod paused to organize his thoughts, then spoke:
"My child, please allow me to address you as such, as an elder,"

"You have your own strengths, shimmering like gold in a riverbed, but even so, this responsibility is still too heavy for you..."

Aghalim gently shook his head:

"The world needs a variable, a salvation, a miracle."

The other party spoke tactfully yet clearly, dispelling the last vestige of hope in someone's heart that they were the chosen one.

"I really hit the jackpot; I just wrote a program and it got selected."

Since it's not a personal trait, this is the only connection I can come up with, which is more plausible than a one in eight billion probability.

But it's still a bit childish. Surely not every game programmer is a time traveler in preparation?
"What is this so-called world?" Aghanim, noticing Zhang Yuan's confusion, explained:

"The different rules, matter, and even life forms of various worlds can be abstracted and summarized as nothing more than information and energy."

“Matter, power, and order all originate from this.”

"I'm not sure if there's a hierarchy between different universes, but the world you were born into was certainly special."

"Could it be a difference in dimensions?"

"Not entirely,"

He pondered for a moment, his tone tinged with doubt:
"In all universes, whether they are spatially connected or not, information interference is inevitable."

"The origins of this phenomenon are still unknown, but it is a fact that very similar flowers often emerge from different worlds."

"For example, the Monkey King, or Zeus and Mars?"

Upon closer examination, some familiar mythological figures do indeed appear in the original Earth, Faerûn, and Kaguya world, and their abilities, personalities, and backstories are even quite similar.

"Does there exist a true self, and all other images are projections?"

Having been immersed in online novels for a long time, Zhang Yuan has no shortage of imagination. The setting of having millions of clones and being the only one in all realms is also a classic trope that he has written to death.

"Perhaps, who can say for sure?"

The master shrugged, spread his four hands, and then pulled one out to pinch his own chin:

"However, that's not our current focus. What's concerning is that every time we try to introduce the power of otherworldly rules to escape the Mad Moon and trace the information entanglements with other worlds from a higher-dimensional perspective,"

Aghanim turned his head to look at the visitor from Earth beside him:

“Each disturbance is projected onto another seemingly unrelated dimension, and what’s even stranger is that,”

"The moment all fluctuations permeate that world, they become nothing more than pure information."

"If I'm not mistaken, that must be Earth, the planet I was born on."

Zhang Yuan followed suit and also did a set of shrugs and hand gestures:

“There is indeed no trace of supernatural power in our world, at least as far as I know.”

"This is unusual, don't take it all for granted."

Aghanim raised his heavy eyelids, his calm gaze meeting his.

"Information is knowledge, mystery, and a fundamental element that builds power. This is especially true of certain high-level information, the mere mention of which can have unpredictable consequences."

"Even in low-magic or even non-magic planes, they will not dissipate into silence."

"Without extraordinary power as a vessel, what does it matter if there is a supreme echo? That is not incomprehensible either."

"Uh, never mind, it's too early to tell you that now."

Aghanim glared at the young man and steered the conversation back on track:
“Not only the world of ruins, but the entanglement and convergence of many worlds are projected into your universe. I pursue all possibilities.”

"The radiance of the Mad Moon occasionally distorts and merges with the afterimages of other worlds, but not every encounter lasts; most are merely brief echoes, fleeting bubbles."

"Until that little gadget you make appears."

"That's just a small program; even magic spells are more complicated than that."

"maybe."

The demigod master neither confirmed nor denied: "However, going from zero to one is often more crucial than going from one to a thousand."

"Moreover, it just so happened to appear at that moment, giving the soon-to-disappear miracle a support point. This is because existence itself is more important than the things that exist."

"Wait, let me sort this out first."

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