Ten-Day Restricted Zone: Dissecting the Gods at the End of the Rules

Time hangs at the edge of midnight. A blue crystal pulses faintly on the autopsy table, like a sleeping heartbeat. Gu Mingyuan's scalpel slices through the dead man's liver, its cold gleam cutting through the silence like a dagger. He knows this corpse is unusual, not only because of its bizarre cause of death, but also because it carries a quantum mark that no conventional medical science can explain. The fluorescent lights in the autopsy room flicker, as if foretelling something unspeakable. His gaze falls on the blue crystalline tissue. A tiny universe seems to lie within the crystal, glimmering with an unsettling light. “This is more than just a corpse,” he whispers. “It's a quantum code.” The moment his fingers touch the crystal, a wave of sorrow washes over his consciousness. This is no ordinary emotion, but emotion itself compressed and quantized: pure and sharp, like a scream trapped in ice. A voice whispers deep within his mind: The game is about to begin.