When the universe becomes a petri dish for higher-dimensional civilizations,
will you be a docile cell,
or a virus that tears through the amniotic membrane?
The instant Ye Yan logged into the game, he became an experimental subject.
The pets he raised were vaccines that devoured civilizations.
The faction he served was a scythe harvesting souls.
The liquid seas of Lanpo Star concealed a million years of wailing.
The fibers of spacetime were stitched with erased truths:
Freedom, as they called it, was merely a script written by a higher being.
"It's time to upgrade the experiment, "
The vessel, reset 114,514 times, opened its eyes.
Its quantum heart beat at a frequency that could slay gods.
**This time, the patch of mold will become cancer,
rewriting the code of creation upon the corpse of the universe.**
If the starry sky is a lie, then become the entropy that tears it apart.
