When the sickly Beta heir of Leng's consortium stepped into Gu's manor wearing a wedding dress, he had a neurotoxin that could dissolve glands hidden in his sleeves.
The moment Gu Lin crushed the signature pen, ice crystals spread along the marriage agreement, and the snow leopard's energy body awakened in the depths of his pupils. He originally came to steal the inhibitor formula, but found an old suture wound on the back of the boy's neck at the wedding banquet. The silver wolf pheromones surging there were mixed with the rusty smell of alien metal.
When the particle flow of the holographic wedding outlines the double helix gene chain in the air, and the antique clock reverses the memory of the iron cage in the laboratory twenty years ago, this marriage that began with calculation will eventually tear apart the lies of human civilization.
From the pheromone game to the gene lock war, from short selling in the stock market to selling physical constants, the twin beast cores make the ultimate proposition in quantum entanglement:
If the world is an illusion of a dying brain, can the muzzles of our guns against each other become the coordinates of a breakthrough dimension?
