Start Meditation: I Rub the Truth with My Hands in the Copy

[Sorry, your copy logic has been falsified by me. The assessment of the evolution of planetary civilization from the universe has officially begun! The global dungeon arrives, and the lucky ones get powers from the universe. Some people breathe fire and control thunder, and some become saints in body. And I, Wen Ming, a former philosophy genius whose edges have been smoothed by life, accidentally entered the high-risk copy "Abyss Library" and actually awakened the useless power [Meditator (error)]. When my teammates were bombarding me with superpowers, I closed my eyes and started thinking: What is the basis for the "existence" of this space? Can the "concept" of those monsters be redefined? Are the so-called copy "rules" self-consistent? Then, I stretched out my hand and began to "rubbing" the truth. I twisted "paradox" into a spear that pierced the invincible shield. I turned "metaphysics" into a shield to isolate myself from all harm. I turned "pure reason" into the key to reconstructing the rules of copy. The teammates were shocked, the system was confused, and the alien examiner suffered a logical breakdown. They thought this was a test of strength. I turned it into a "thought experiment". When the final BOSS arrived with an unsolvable mechanism, he smiled and said "These are the rules". I responded softly to it and to the Civilization Assessment Bureau behind the scenes: "Sorry." "Your copy has too many loopholes. I refuse to pass it."