The floor of the BIOS chamber vanished beneath Lin Ke’s feet.
In a fraction of a heartbeat, the Arch-Daemon dragged Lin Ke’s conscious mind into an ultra-high-speed macro-test model of the cosmos running at ten million clock cycles per second.
Lin Ke floated in the simulated void. He watched the lifespan of a universe unfold before his eyes.
Year Ten: A minor bandit sect in the Southern Border discovered they could rewrite the local friction multiplier. To evade royal tax collectors, they turned the roads into zero-drag grease, causing thousands of supply caravans to skid into ocean ravines.
Year Fifty: Two rival patriarchs in the Central Plains went to war. Instead of fighting with swords, they pushed conflicting gravity patches. One set the local gravity constant to three times normal. The other set it to negative five.
The world-size crust snapped in two, spilling molten mantle across two billion screaming mortals.
Year Two Hundred: A rogue demonic fighter tried an infinite loop to farm spiritual pills. He accidentally created an unhandled looping void portal that burned up five solar systems before crashing the spatial share-out thread.
Year Three Hundred: The sky was not blue, nor black. It was a writhing, cancerous mass of tearing realities. Continents clipping through one another, time flowing backward in farmhouses while advancing at lightspeed in nearby wells, galaxies collapsing into unindexed black holes.
