The explosion is not the end, but the starting point.
The blazing white light swallowed everything, melting flesh, metal, and consciousness together.
The last thing Reed Chen felt was the sharp pain of his soul being torn apart, as if he was falling into an endless icy whirlpool.
When he opened his eyes again, an unfamiliar face looked back in the mirror - deep brown eyes, his iconic high forehead, and every subtle wrinkle revealed Reed Richards' unique wisdom and exhaustion.
The charred atmosphere of the laboratory has not yet dissipated, and the alarm is still screaming, but the world has been turned upside down.
The cold blue light curtain forcibly unfolded on his retina, and lines of text seemed to be engraved into his soul: [Quantum editing system 1.0 Activated... Bound to the only host: Reed Richards... Dimension-level soul pollution detected... Warning: Collapse point generation probability 0.0001%... Energy source locked: Unknown cosmic rays... Countdown: 71:59:43...]
"Seventy-two hours?" He murmured to himself, his voice unusually dry in the empty ruins.
The fingertips unconsciously stroked the blackened edge of the console, and the touch felt rough and real.
"Cosmic rays... Fantastic Four..." Fragments of memory pierce into my mind like ice picks - that fateful, life-twisting space flight.
Stop it... It must be stopped! "
He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white from the excessive exertion.
At this moment, in the center of the blue system interface, a vortex composed of countless tiny cubes rotated silently, with a faint light flickering, like a cold eye, quietly watching the system that was in chaos.
