Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The predicament was like an eternal night, and Luo Kunlun's consciousness sank into it, letting that invisible wall of sighs repeatedly crush his cognition. Each tremor brought with it the dull pain of the collapse of his constructible logic.

The remnants of countless past deductions floated and swirled around him, layer upon layer, entwining him.

But Luo Kunlun is still trapped in the maze of the "cage".

He could see what the cage looked like.

It is a skeleton woven from cardinal and ordinal numbers, a vein extended from the ZFC axioms, a wall stacked from the Court of Possibilities and the Tower of Transcendentality, and a pattern etched from the construction trajectory from low dimension to seven dimension. The person in the cage is the "self" defined by these tool systems.

This cage, invisible yet intricate, had long been deeply integrated with his existence, becoming an inseparable part of his consciousness. This was the self-imposed prison.

This logical dead end blocks the "path" to the fourth position.

How exactly should we break through this barrier?

...

Think, think...

Luo Kunlun pondered for a long time. How long had it been, including the time before?

"Forget it, if I keep thinking about this alone, I'm afraid I'll run into trouble."

"But then again, I haven't really paid much attention to the seventh dimension, this sea of ​​possibilities."

Luo Kunlun's consciousness slowly withdrew from the predicament.

He "looked" out of his own private dimension at the vast, boundless, and infinitely possible seven-dimensional sea.

For a long time, he devoted all his energy to introspection and deconstruction, almost forgetting this field he had just entered, which should have been his new "home".

"It's time to go out and take a look."

Not in the manner of exploration or plunder, but as an observer.

To remain trapped in a self-constructed cage for theoretical deduction is tantamount to reinventing the wheel.

Perhaps this ocean, which gave birth to countless innate and acquired progenitors, can bring him surprises.

His "existence" condenses at the edge of the private dimension, and the power of the Court of Possibility constructs a highly restrained "disguise" around him, mimicking the nature of the seven-dimensional sea.

Luo Kunlun will not stray too far from his private dimension; this is just a cautious, fish-like initial "surface breathing."

Consciousness extends outward.

My first impression of the Seven Dimensions Sea is that it is a place where "boundless noise and profound silence coexist".

The clamor refers to the endless flow of rules and information.

Like ribbons of light of billions of colors, they intertwine, collide, annihilate, and are reborn.

Each beam of light represents a vast set of possibilities, with an information density that is terrifyingly high.

The silence refers to a deeper, indescribable "fundamental silence" that exists amidst the extremely noisy information landscape.

It is like a "backdrop" that allows all possibilities to unfold, not participating in any changes itself, yet accommodating all changes.

Lokunlun's introspective experience made him keenly aware of this "silence".

He "saw" some vague, enormous "shadows" moving slowly in the depths of the "ocean," which was the domain or essence of other ancient progenitors.

He also sensed some subtle "ripples" and "waves," which might be ancient activity in the "sea" or some naturally occurring regular phenomenon.

The ocean exists in a dynamic, chaotic balance, lacking a unified order, yet possessing its own ineffable rhythm.

Luo Kunlun did not rashly make contact with any entity, but quietly observed, recorded, and analyzed the "rule-based ecology" of this ocean.

The information in the seven-dimensional sea is not entirely disordered; it often forms relatively cohesive "information clusters" or "rule domains" around certain "core concepts," "strong wills," or "stable structures." These are the manifestations of the "scope of influence" or "research topics" of each progenitor.

After observing for a moment, he turned his attention back to himself.

The Court of Possibilities is not only an outward tool, but also an anchor point for inward convergence.

It encapsulates the "other self" in all of Lokunlun's timelines and all possible branches.

These "others and self" are all within his framework of understanding.

The strong, the weak, the successful, the unsuccessful, those who have taken different paths... these constitute who he is today.

But there are always some anomalies.

That "other self" was so faint that it was almost filtered out as "background noise" during the convergence process.

He is just an ordinary young man in his twenties living in a mundane, technologically advanced world, with an indistinct face and a suffocatingly repetitive daily routine.

Get up, squeeze onto the subway, sit in your cubicle processing tedious data, get off work, face the empty rental room, fall asleep... and the cycle repeats itself.

There are no extraordinary events, no extraordinary encounters, no intense love or hate, and not even a distinct personality.

Like a drop of fresh water about to evaporate, it merges into the ocean of information.

But the problem lies in the world itself.

In the past, when his power was still weak, he vaguely sensed the abnormality of the space-time in which this "other self" was located, but he did not explore it in depth.

Now, looking at the world from the perspective of his seventh-dimensional progenitor and with the power of the Court of Possibility, this ordinary young man's world...

This possibility has existed, and the number of restarts is countless.

Why is that?

"It seems I need to observe more closely," he decided, "to truly 'enter' that world."

"Since I'm idle anyway, I might as well pretend and explore this possibility..."

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Luo Kunlun concealed his inner disguise, meticulously unraveling his own consciousness and condensing it into a faint, subtle stream of information, carefully embedding it into the tributary of the Court of Possibility.

Instead of using its powers to forcibly tear apart the dimensional barrier, it followed the natural flow of the seven-dimensional sea, slowly seeping into the branch where that ordinary world was located.

This is both to avoid disturbing the true nature of this possibility and to allow oneself to immerse oneself in it.

If one were to descend rashly with one's own size, it would only cause that spacetime to collapse instantly. Only by reducing one's consciousness to a level that is compatible with that world can one truly integrate into it.

As consciousness flowed, the surrounding bands of light became increasingly thin, and the silence of the foundation of the seven-dimensional sea gradually faded away, replaced by a dense and fragmented flow of worldly information.

The warmth of the morning light filtering through the curtains, the vibrations of the subway rumbling, the crisp sound of typing on a keyboard, the cold light of the incandescent bulb in the rented room—all these concrete sensations enveloped him, firmly anchoring his consciousness within the body of that ordinary twenty-year-old youth.

When Luo Kunlun opened his eyes, he was sitting in a small cubicle, with a computer screen full of data tables in front of him, and the soreness in his fingertips from typing on the keyboard still lingered.

Outside the window, the sky was gray and hazy, and the glass curtain wall of the office building reflected a cold light. In my ears, there was a cacophony of colleagues talking in hushed tones and the clicking of mice. The faint scent of instant coffee and printing paper lingered in the air.

This is the most ordinary day of an ordinary person, so repetitive it's suffocating, so mundane it's nihilistic.

It lacks the profundity of the Tower of Limits, the vastness of the Court of Possibilities, and the thought processes woven from cardinal and ordinal numbers; it contains only the mundane details of daily life and the repetitive cycle of day after day.

Luo Kunlun quietly savored this extreme "ordinariness," but his heart grew increasingly heavy—the more seemingly calm the surface, the more astonishing the anomaly hidden beneath.

Using the memories and senses of youth, he began to trace the trajectory of this world.

This is just an ordinary technological world, without supernatural powers or manifested rules; all beings are simply moving along predetermined paths.

But Luo Kunlun had seen through the appearance of time and clearly saw the densely packed restart marks under this space-time.

The countless restarts, like countless overlapping sheets of paper, have wrapped this ordinary world into a dense cocoon.

Luo Kunlun did not rush to use his power to analyze it, but instead followed this routine.

During his lunch break, the young man sat in a corner, chewing on dry rice, while listening to his colleagues at the next table complain about traffic jams and rising rents.

In the evening, I would squeeze onto the subway with the crowds. The carriages were filled with a mixture of sweat and perfume. When the train swayed, I could clearly sense the unconscious numbness of the creatures around me.

After that, the young man returned to the rented room. The moment he turned on the light, the cold light of the incandescent bulb filled the small space. There was also an unwashed instant noodle box on the table from the previous night.

........

Luo Kunlun observed it this way.

This period of quiet observation lasted for three days.

Every day for this young person is very structured: the alarm clock rings at 7:15 a.m., they squeeze onto the subway at 8:02 a.m., clock in for work at 9:00 a.m. sharp, leave the company at 6:15 p.m., and walk into their rented apartment building at 7:30 p.m. Every step is firmly locked in place, even the rhythm of their breathing is deliberately orderly.

On the third night, as the original owner's consciousness fell into slumber, Luo Kunlun quietly withdrew a wisp of awareness from his body without disturbing any of the world's rules, like a shadow breaking free of its threads, slowly rising upwards.

Passing through the ceiling of the rented room, through the steel and concrete of the office building, through the hazy clouds above the city, his awareness rose higher and higher. The city beneath his feet gradually shrank into points of light, and the mountains and rivers spread out into veins. Finally, the entire planet came into view.

It was an ordinary planet enveloped in a pale blue halo, slowly rotating in the dark universe, surrounded by a small asteroid belt, with the gentle light of distant stars illuminating its surface, tranquil and ordinary.

Lokunlun continued to extend outward until it completely escaped the planet's gravitational pull and floated in the cold, empty universe.

Before me stretched an endless sea of ​​stars, billions of bright and dark stars intertwined, nebulae billowed like a light veil, and cosmic rays silently traversed the landscape, creating a vast yet desolate scene.

This is the background to this possibility.

In the entire universe, only this planet has life.

Luo Kunlun was suspended in the sea of ​​stars, gazing at the pale blue planet.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible tremor rippled out from the depths of the planet.

In the blink of an eye, that planet, and everything in the entire spacetime, was silently reset.

There was no bright light, no roar, not even a trace of energy fluctuation; the restart was completed in silence.

The entire spacetime is like a smoothed-out wrinkle, with all variables set to zero.

The starlight continued to fall gently, as if nothing had ever happened.

Luo Kunlun felt a slight stirring in his heart; he clearly sensed the core anomaly at the moment of restart.

It is neither external intervention nor a collapse of rules, but rather a natural expansion and contraction like breathing, driving the cycle of the entire world.

In other words, this is how things should have been.

Or perhaps there is something he cannot perceive.