Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

I don't know how much time passed.

"Time" has no meaning here, and "space" is a concept that has long since disappeared.

The absolute ruins after the devastation of ultimate nothingness are the "emptiness" of logic and definition.

Any attempt to understand this is like trying to draw the shape of "darkness" with the hands of a blind person.

But a certain "movement" took place in this void.

The "fisherman" has arrived.

It "saw" the "heterogeneous seed" suspended in the conceptual vacuum.

The seeds were perfect waste, and the scavenger was prepared to incorporate them into itself for future study.

However, just as it was about to touch the seed, the seed moved.

"How is this possible..." An unbelievable fluctuation (if the word fluctuation can still be used) arose in the scavenger's primordial and chaotic "consciousness".

This "waste," this piece of material that should theoretically have been stripped of its consciousness and memories by the ultimate nothingness, still retains a tendency to actively change?

And then, the seed began to change.

The process of change cannot be described in any existing cosmic language. It did not become any "thing," but rather its "mode of existence" itself began to exhibit a recursive, self-observing complexity.

Like the surface of an absolutely smooth sphere, it begins to spontaneously and infinitely reflect itself, and in the reflection, new layers of reflection emerge.

In the final moment before the ultimate nothingness descended and was about to completely erase all his internalized structures, Luo Kunlun's consciousness came to understand his most fundamental deficiency.

As an outsider, I only have "spirit" but no "form".

This "form" does not refer to the physical body, but rather to the anchor point in this universe that can stably express, interact, and even bear the "god" (external essence), and that conforms to the underlying rules and logic of this universe.

Everything he had before was a "temporary body" and "tool" that he forcibly requisitioned and reconstructed from the local materials (rules, energy, concepts) of this universe, using his own "god" (external essence) as fuel and blueprint.

No matter how sophisticated these things are, their root is still "internalized" local rules, and therefore they are vulnerable in the face of ultimate nothingness.

The true "form" should be like its "external essence," originating from "everything outside" and existing parallel to, rather than subordinate to, the rules of this universe.

It should not be defined by local rules, nor should it be destroyed by negations based on local rules (such as ultimate nothingness). It will be his true and inalienable "foothold" in this world.

But where does the "form" come from?

Or, to put it another way, the materials used to create "form".

A nearly forgotten scene flashed before his consciousness completely sank into nothingness.

The beginning of everything.

That box.

That syringe.

And the nanomachines inside.

Those things, like him, were "foreign objects" that fell into this world from "everything else" along with him.

They are ordinary things, but they are "external matter," just like him.

Find them.

Use them to create "shape".

The seed then began to change.

From the ruins, call forth the scattered fragments.

After an unknown period of time (perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity), the changes in the seed reached a certain critical point.

At this moment, the seed disappeared from the scavenger's "eyes".

From a suspended, passive "heterogeneous" mass, it collapsed or focused into an unobservable "singularity".

This singularity has no position, no size, but it is an absolute source of information.

Countless extremely faint "echoes" began to converge on this singularity.

Those were the remains scattered in the dust, almost indistinguishable from ordinary matter.

They traversed the ruins washed clean by ultimate nothingness, surging toward the singularity.

The singularity is like an invisible furnace, absorbing and fusing these "extraterrestrial dust" that gather here and cannot be fully described by the rules of this universe.

A completely new "form," composed entirely of matter, information, and logic "outside of everything," begins to be forged.

This process cannot be observed, but when it is complete, the scavenger can "sense" that something has appeared in that conceptual ruin.

It was no longer a cluster of unconscious, alien seeds.

That was an outline.

An extremely faint yet incredibly clear outline of existence.

It has no specific form, but it has a clear boundary between "internal" and "external" and a stable "self-reference frame".

It resembles an abstract human-shaped framework outlined with "ink that does not exist in this world," or a self-complete, miniature logical singularity.

Lokunlun awoke from this "form" composed entirely of foreign matter.

He "looked" at the scavenger who was still trying to understand (or rather, trying to "digest") the changes before him.

The ruins returned to silence.

True silence, because there is nothing but everything itself.

An existence possessing a pure foreign essence (God), and for the first time possessing a stable "form" composed of pure foreign matter, parallel to the rules of this universe—standing quietly in this desert (if the word "standing" still has meaning).

Examining this entirely new "body," it exhibits no fluctuations of power, contains no known rules, yet is absolutely stable, indestructible and unyielding to any definition-based attack in this universe (including ultimate nothingness). It is a perfect "anchor point," the proper posture for a true "outsider" in this world.

Now, he has regained his "form".

Next, he should use this real "form" to pick up the "tools" (rules, power, knowledge) that have been stripped away, and continue his climb in a completely new way that will no longer be easily taken away.

In this empty emptiness.

It's gone, there's nothing left.

Apart from Luo Kunlun, an outsider.

Then, in an instant, Luo Kunlun arrived at the pinnacle of the order, the highest level below the final level.