The fall was upright, silent, and took seven years in the span of an eyeblink.
Lin Ke didn’t feel his physical body anymore. His awareness existed purely as an execution thread suspended inside a boundless, pitch-black end-post space where four thousand glowing nodes hung like frozen sparks in deep empty pocket.
With every split second that passed, the nodes at the tip of the branch dissolved.
Commit 4112: Peak Foundation Great Circle—UNROLLED.
A wave of phantom dizziness slammed through his core. The twelve thousand pounds of pressure that had threatened to split his pelvis disappeared. That left behind a painful sensation of energetic pressure drop, like deep-sea fish hauled wildly to the surface.
Commit 3800... Commit 2500... Commit 1200...
Down the stack he plummeted. Layer by layer, the defensive shields he had spent half a decade constructing were stripped away. The multi-threaded soul mutexes dissolved. The marrow-chelation buffers evaporated. The backup cooling loops along his heart-sac unthreaded into thin, dead air.
Finally, the dropping cursor struck bedrock.
