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"zombie?"
All the Ghosts were a bit puzzled. On Earth, everyone has some concept of "zombie." The only female deity standing behind them looked at them with a puzzled expression, constantly trying to make eye contact with the nearby Ghosts, as if asking them what this meant.
"Well... first of all, you have the ability to think like humans, all consciousness is no different from now, so rest assured there won't be any impact. It's just your bodies that will undergo a change."
"Why?" Miao Chengmin asked. "If it's just a technical issue, can't we directly descend and be reborn?"
"If you choose to directly descend and be reborn, all your memories before the rebirth will be erased. Moreover, when you break the speed of light during the transfer, the interference from the fifth dimension will make the probability of accurately returning to Earth almost zero, just like when you were still living beings on the planet, where spatial speed is closely linked to Time speed," the Time-Space King said helplessly. "I believe you should understand this situation."
"I withdraw." One ghost had already lost hope; after raising a hand, he stepped back. Even though it was the Time-Space King who summoned him, he resolutely retreated. If he became a zombie, what would he gain by returning to Earth? Would it be frightening? Or would people treat him as a monster to be eliminated? It would be better to enjoy life in the Divine Realm.
"I'll withdraw too......can't take it anymore, my king, this...I just can't accept it."
"Uh-huh, indeed..."
Being able to propose a refusal in front of the Time-Space King shows how unwilling everyone is with regards to this matter.
However, the Time-Space King did not erupt in anger. The golden wheel behind him spun gently like a halo, even giving off an air of warmth and approachability. Just as everyone was anxiously watching him, the Time-Space King simply smiled and said, "It's alright, no worries. As a predecessor of the Divine Realm, I can understand you all; after all, no one wants to become a monster in the eyes of a living being..."
But before he could finish his sentence, a hint of sadness crept into the Time-Space King's demeanor. "Yet I truly need elites like you. If I could leave the Divine Realm, I would certainly first lower my dimensionality to rush to Vamulel. However, the Divine Realm needs to maintain more than just the spacetime below four dimensions; there are places above the second layer of Yulou that require our attention. The Divine Realm is the hub connecting the Dimension of the Cradle of Life and the Principle Construction Dimension, crucial to the fate of the entire universe. I cannot leave. But you have the ability to rewrite this dimension that is heading towards destruction because of me. In the first layer of Yulou, Ban Sa is the only one capable of challenging four-dimensional spacetime. I underestimated him and chose not to eliminate him; now he has become a significant threat. The only solution I can think of while sitting in the Divine Realm is you, for you are the only ones who can lower your dimensionality to stop him."
All the Ghosts fell silent, each shifting uncomfortably. Before they began their lives in the Divine Realm, their guide had already introduced them to its importance, including how it classified cosmic dimensions: in their view, every three dimensions cycle to form a world. The first to third dimensions are regarded as the Dimension of the Cradle of Life; from four to six dimensions mostly exist within the macro space of the universe and micro realms of particles, known as the Principle Construction Dimension; seven to nine dimensions transcend the concept of Time within their universe and reach out beyond into other spaces as Diplomats, referred to as Unbounded Exploration Dimensions; while ten-dimensional and eleven-dimensional realms leave even the observers of the Divine Realm in awe. The most common speculation is that this fourth dimension cycle represents the entirety of the universe itself; it transforms into cells constructed under its framework, flowing within a minute blood vessel where countless cells accumulate in some unknown being's plasma. As perspectives fade from human form, it seems to return once again to a three-dimensional biological world.
In theory, they believe in the existence of twelve dimensions, and even do not rule out the possibility of higher dimensions. However, for four-dimensional spacetime, it has become very difficult to observe or verify. Chaos Crystals and Life Crystals, as creations from the eleven-dimensional origin, should be continuously unfolding and gathering unknown quantities in a higher-dimensional existence to become the crystalline forms we see today. This cycle of the fourth dimension is revered by the Divine Realm as the Dimension of the Helmsman—it manipulates the universe as a cell, wandering clumsily alongside other cells in the plasma.
Coming back to his senses, Miao Chengmin involuntarily shivered; in that moment, he felt how small this realm, worshipped as divine by three-dimensional civilizations, truly was. He looked back at the Ghosts who had chosen to withdraw and gradually realized—exiting now is an escape, but how long can one avoid it? No one can escape the dominion of the universe; it is futile to flee anywhere. The implication of the King’s words was a concern for the safety of four-dimensional spacetime and an even greater worry that the order of higher dimensions would be thrown into chaos and collapse due to Ban Sa's reckless actions. As the only being among three-dimensional life capable of challenging the Divine Realm, if Ban Sa were to acquire both Life Crystals and Chaos Crystals in the universe, the fate of half the universe could hinge on a single thought of one being.
Only by taking action can one hope to regain a semblance of peace. This was the greatest truth Miao Chengmin had come to understand during his twenty-four years of life on Earth.
"I... will go. I won't back down."
Miao Chengmin stood up, gathering his courage to look at the golden throne where the Time-Space King sat. "In Vamulel, we have a saying: 'Strike first to avoid a hundred retaliations.' At the very least, I will not evade my mission. People need me, and I will act, no matter what happens. This is our team's principle, and I believe it applies in the Divine Realm as well. Only when everyone in the Divine Realm dares to take action can there be a possibility of peace. Avoidance and fear will only allow evil to run rampant."
"Well said," remarked a nearby guard, casting an appreciative glance at Miao Chengmin and silently admiring his words.
In response to Miao Chengmin's statement, the Time-Space King nodded at him, looked at everyone, and finally announced, "Those who want to leave can do so now; I won't force anyone."
"I won't be leaving either," declared the goddess standing at the back, tilting her head to catch the Time-Space King's attention. "I share the same stance as the ghost in front. However... I would like to apply for delayed dimensionality reduction. I wish to prepare more before returning to Vamulel, and I hope the King will grant me this request."
The Time-Space King's attention shifted from Miao Chengmin to her. As the King's gaze locked onto her, he lowered his head to look at his Book of Life and Death—the book on the table sensed the King's request and automatically flipped to page thirty thousand and eight: Virgil, a female deity, Divine Realm cultivation duration: three hundred twelve days.
"You don't need to be so humble, Virgil. I'm just a manager; you are the protagonists of the Divine Realm. Of course, I approve your request; anytime is fine."
As Miao Chengmin and Virgil expressed their thoughts, no one dared to leave, whether out of fear of the Time-Space King or for the sake of face.
"Oh?" The Time-Space King was quite pleased to see that all the Ghosts remained still. His impression of Miao Chengmin and Virgil deepened significantly. Under his arrangement, the Ghosts experienced for the first time the exquisite dishes prepared by the royal chefs specifically for the King. At the banquet, while the Ghosts appeared happy, in reality, apart from Miao Chengmin, no one felt fully prepared for what lay ahead. Everything in the future was like the eye of a hurricane—uncertain and unpredictable, even to the true immortals.
The lighthouse of the Divine Realm gradually dimmed with the passage of Time. The Ghosts were brought to the Transmigration Hall, and after receiving permission from the Time-Space King, the spirit controller activated a massive cylindrical device for the Ghosts. Miao Chengmin felt as if he had been instantly injected with a sedative; his head felt as heavy as if it were filled with a bucket of lead, and he swayed before finally collapsing to the ground. Subsequently, all the Ghosts were like being placed in a washing machine, surrounded by walls that emitted peculiar gradient-colored light. The spherical device on the surface began to roll on its own, using its magnetic-like Force Field to strip away the constituent materials from the gradient-colored light and absorb them into its surface. The massive device, spinning at eight thousand revolutions per minute, processed all the materials absorbed from the spheres simultaneously, with lines resembling veins transmitting various fluids that shimmered like a rainbow under high-speed rotation.
As the cabin was evacuated into a vacuum, the Time-Space King and the gods saw that those fallen Ghosts began to rise within the Force Field, their bodies glowing with white points of light. The spheres below randomly shot out thunderous distorted rays toward the nearly ionized Ghosts, controlling the energy bursts released during their dimensional descent. Finally, the points of light flew toward the ceiling like small balloons; the top of the Transmigration Hall was empty. These points of light ascended to heights even higher than the Divine Realm.
The main device of the Transmigration Hall would envelop souls in a layer of three-dimensional fluid-like material and compact them at a molecular level. It would extract quantum disturbance waves passing through Earth from cosmic space using its extremely powerful retrieval capabilities, sending the packaged souls along the path of these disturbance waves, much like delivering packages on a fixed assembly line. In this technology, civilizations in four-dimensional spacetime could do one more thing than three-dimensional civilizations—control the rate of movement along the fourth axis.
"Quantum entangled wave patterns heading towards Earth have been detected in the The Second Domain space. The fixed flight path has been planned, and the array speed... will reach seventy percent of the Time axis directional speed within twenty-two Earth days." The controller locked onto the final pinhole light-speed threshold correction device and turned to report to the Time-Space King.
More and more light points appeared, gradually causing their ionized forms to completely disappear.
"Go, children." The gaze of the Time-Space King was like a warm current, giving those countless light points a semblance of warmth in the cold four-dimensional cosmic space. "You will surely become heroes."
The First Star Domain "Kser"
In the dim light of the ship, several armored fingers tapped away at the military-specific cipher disk of the Internal Human. Various complex commands loaded and merged on the screen, continuing to the next task, while also transmitting stimuli to more analytical documents like synapses in a brain. The number of temporary servers was increasing exponentially. This was because establishing an entanglement coefficient in space was far more complicated than on a planet. A brief video conversation, at such a vast distance in the universe, would be difficult to accomplish without a god-level microwave computer.
Azores stood quietly to the side, occasionally adjusting his slightly hunched posture to avoid being reprimanded by the Emperor in a crushing tone for any mistakes.
Ban Sa pressed the final key, and soon, the main computer on the bridge began displaying: Connecting to the other party...
Ban Sa's call, who in the entire internal clan dares not to answer?
Soon, in less than two seconds, the call was answered, but the tone didn't seem friendly: "What's up, Azores? I'm busy right now!"
Obviously, the strange man with white hair didn't notice who was calling. In order to maintain the smooth video call, the computer was processing numerous servers visible on the screen, rapidly merging like big fish eating small fish, to provide faster anti-interference processing for the computer in the cosmic space.
The person lowered his head, looking at something on the desk, likely a document. He was entirely light brown, with pointed ears protruding from his armor and a particularly long beard hanging beneath his chin.
He gently lifted a finger, and a pen nearby floated into the air, beginning to write on the paper with a soft scratching sound. However, the noise of the pen gliding across the paper was overshadowed by the restless sound generated by the overheating machine on the other side of the video call. This frustrated Dompey greatly, as the noise significantly disrupted his work.
Dompey wasn't writing by hand; he was using his mind to manipulate the objects around him.
"What are you doing, Azores? Say something."
He impatiently lifted his head and nearly fell from his seat the next moment. The Emperor of Internal Humanity, Ban Sa, was staring at him, possibly expressionless beneath his mask.
"Handing over the entire fleet to your management is indeed exhausting, Dompey, but you really should change your habit of being too focused on your own matters, old friend." Ban Sa said as he finally saw him lift his head and slowly placed his hands behind his back.
"Uh, yes, this old thing of mine can never satisfy you," Dompey said.
"I’m not blaming you," Ban Sa paused, "Let’s get to the point. I need you to go to Vamulel before I do."
"Huh?" Dompey looked a bit confused, "Wasn't it said that Your Majesty would lead all of us to conquer it together?"
"But I always need someone extraordinary to help me find the way, right?" Under the mask of Ban Sa, he seemed to smile. "Plans have changed, old friend. You should remember our Heavy Infantry squad leader."
"Gad," Dompey suddenly realized. "You want me to rescue him?"
"Very Tsongtsong," Ban Sa nodded. "Almost no one believes he is still alive, but only you and I have the ability to sense his energy fluctuations. Previously, I sent him a super brainwave, and I felt a response. He must still be alive on Vamulel, but I'm sure he is being controlled by humans. If we can rescue him, I think..."
"I understand, I'll get ready right away." Dompey wrote down the task. "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely rescue him before the day after tomorrow."
Among all the internal members, only Dompey dared to interrupt Ban Sa's words.
Ban Sa said nothing and ended the call.
"I hope you are not like Xiu Sha, a giant in words but lacking in action..." Ban Sa turned to Azores and said, "Once we launch the colonization ship, gather the strong men on board. I want them to take up arms."
"Ah?" Azores was somewhat surprised. "But they have never received any real military training; even if they did, it was just the mandatory courses from their childhood..."
"I don't care about that." Ban Sa's gaze was so heavy that Azores couldn't lift his head. "Within a hundred Sun days, we need to train them well; we still have many places to go. I don't need to know whether they live or die; internal Humans are born to fight, and sacrifice is a common occurrence in warfare."
Azores nodded slightly and let out a soft sigh.
"What's wrong?"
"Um, it's nothing, it's nothing! Another batch of prisoners has arrived recently, and the work is quite tiring," Azores hurriedly explained.
"You've worked hard."
Ban Sa slowly stepped out of the bridge, the heavy footsteps echoing throughout the entire bridge, gradually fading away...
Two months later, at the entrance of University B
There are no more classes, and the afternoon sun feels particularly warm in the autumn. The falling leaves brush against the ends of this young girl's hair. Her light yellow short coat, white shirt, and tight jeans wrapped around her thighs, making them look especially slender.
Her pink sneakers step on the thick layer of fallen leaves, making a "crunch" sound, while her longing flows through her heart like the traffic on the nearby road.
The girl, holding her backpack, wandered along the sidewalk with her head down, gazing at her shoes while lightly tapping out the rhythm of a love song on the ground. She had a promise to keep, but it seemed that the other party was about to break it.
In a daze, she thought she heard a faint sound behind her. A moment of confusion turned into anticipation and surprise. Just as she was about to turn around to confirm, a tingling sensation spread across her waist as a warm body pressed against her from behind.
"Ah!" Ma Yihan suddenly felt a bit scared, trembling shyly like a startled rabbit. However, a familiar scent wafted from behind her, followed by a familiar tuft of black hair entering her line of sight, and then she caught a glimpse of a half-kiss from the side.
"Um..." Ma Yihan widened her eyes and quickly kissed Liu Xuan's lips, giggling. Liu Xuan had already embraced Ma Yihan from behind without hesitation, savoring her rose-colored lipstick.
"Hey! What are you doing~" Ma Yihan pushed him away, her face flushed, her beautiful long hair disheveled by Liu Xuan's sneak attack, dancing in the wind.
Liu Xuan's side bangs covered half of his eye; he shook his head and deliberately blinked his right eye. "So, what do you think? My hairstyle is still cool, right?"
"Oops—" Ma Yihan flicked his nose, "You're really bad at being cool. I still prefer the one with the crew cut, the one who smiles at me so innocently every day, Liu Xuan, hehe."
Liu Xuan smiled nonchalantly and gently played with her hair, "If you like it, I'll go cut it off. After all, what the wife says is the truth, right?"
"Let's go, Xuan. Where are you taking me to play today?" Ma Yihan took his hand, turned her head, and in her poetic and picturesque eyes, there was infinite tenderness. Liu Xuan had completely fallen into the dimples of this angel.
Two people walked on the street, attracting the attention of many, many people. The whole world is blessing this naturally born pair.
"Dad, look, what is that?" A child pointed to the sky.
Liu Xuan followed the little boy's pointing direction and saw four or five shooting stars gathering and flying towards the distance.
"That is..." Liu Xuan looked puzzled. Nars didn't speak, but one of Liu Xuan's eyes had already turned into a faint moonlight color. "Haha, so there's a meteor shower during the day too. I'm going to make a wish!" Ma Yihan stepped forward, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and silently made a wish.
Liu Xuan Without saying a word, I know what wish this little guy made. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "Of course I will always be with you, my Han'er. What is there to worry about?" But, was that really a shooting star?
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