When I Wake Up, the System Is with Me

The space groans, like paper crumpled by invisible hands. The cold ground of reality in the old central square hosted two souls thrown back from the virtual abyss in embarrassment. The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth was stained with blood, and he knelt on one knee. The price of forcibly leveraging order in his body was like burning magma. Chen Mo curled up on his side, his silver eyes dimmed, and the biting coldness left on his forehead after being scratched by Gao Dimensional's will. The incomplete metal fragment brought back by accident was silent in the palm of my hand, but deep in its lines, it faintly shone with the last glimmer of consensus left by two geniuses who bet on the fate of the world at the dusk of civilization. The crystalline pillars of chaos roared deep in the earth's crust, and greedy tentacles were tracing the ancient bloodline of the planet toward the "original possibility singularity" that could heal everything or destroy everything. And above all this, a pair of cold and hungry eyes from outside the dimension have slowly opened. Time has become the most fragile luxury in the ruined world.