Chapter 451: Chapter 451 Death World
As if a magnificent and massive green do, branches entwined with mysterious runes stretched out for hundreds of kiloters. No matter what kind of heroic emperors faced it, they all had to bow their heads in reverence, marvelling at their insignificance. This place was the source of all things, the hub of life, the birthplace of history and future—the World Managent Terminal Interface 1.0 Edition, albeit a silly one, which Dingdang upgraded with her two months of bonuses. Sotis, it was also called the World Tree.
Despite Dingdang’s efforts to limit its growth, the arrogant temple still continued to grow to perfect the managent system, especially to strengthen the control over this increasingly important world. Over the past few months, the World Tree had grown several rings larger. The original Shadow City could no longer accommodate this massive plant—even though half of our city’s sky was already covered by that green dazzling canopy. To resolve this, Dingdang had to use her divine power to create a new space in the Shadow Space and released part of the World Tree into that rift.
In other words, this super gigantic plant of hundreds of kiloters in radius that you see before you is only a partial projection of the real World Tree in the Shadow Space.
As the managent god of the world, Dingdang’s dwelling was outrageously luxurious.
Well, although that little thing’s favorite sleeping spot is still inside the lampshade by my bed—at night, if I occasionally turn on the light, I can hear a tiny gasp coming from inside. The pet attribute of Little One absolutely reaches a historic nine plusses at that mont.
I digress, though.
I, Qianqian, Big Sister, Lilina, Lin Xue, as well as Alaya, who had practically beco a certain daddy’s bonded equipnt, were the team we finally agreed on to enter the World Fragnt. Pandora and Visca, the violent sisters, were imdiately excluded due to the great uncertainty. Either of them could easily destroy the fragile World Fragnt, which would bring catastrophic disturbances to the real world. Lin Xue purely pestered her way into the team. Considering her bug-level abilities, I had no choice but to agree to let her co along—provided this girl doesn’t make trouble along the way.
Sandora, who usually accompanied us, did not join this ti. Her mind control and military abilities weren’t much use in this kind of mission, and for things like exploration, which only interests little girls (shot at Qianqian), she lacked enthusiasm. She stayed outside to help monitor anomalies in the real world. This was supposed to be Dingdang’s job, but our Lord God is an idiot… well, to ensure long-term peace for the world, I still think it’s better to have a reliable Queen helping the foolish Goddess.
Our current location was at the base of the World Tree. Even if we tried not to look up at the treetop, which could instantly shock the faint-hearted into a collapse, as it had transford into another sky, the trunk alone in front of us already brought endless awe. Under its unprecedented radius, the World Tree’s trunk lost its curvature, turning into a brown wall with a faint tallic texture before us. Beneath our feet, the black ground was like the surface of water, continuously spreading ripples outward from the center of the World Tree’s trunk. Upon closer observation, you would notice that these silver-white ripples were entirely made up of the most profound arcane runes, continuously rearranging themselves into various spells containing ultimate secrets as they spread, looking particularly mysterious.
“This is Dingdang’s own custom the pack~~~ Usually, the ‘World Garden’ in standby mode won’t have moving circles like this!”
Pointing at the mysterious silver-white rune halo on the ground, Dingdang proudly declared so.
Please allow to express solemn condolences for the beautiful mythological fantasy that just died on . May that fantasy continue to survive in so other YY novel.
“Dingdang has prepared the pathway now. If you walk forward from here, you can enter the World Fragnt.”
Dingdang agilely flew through the air, using the green light spots from her wings to draw a large ring of several ters wide on the trunk of the World Tree. Inside the ring, a colorful teleportation gate imdiately ford.
Again, I must express extre envy, jealousy, and resentnt for the various unfathomable talents of the Divine Race.
Ever since that strange “Dawn Dusk” appeared, four days had passed. In these few days, Dingdang had created this safe teleportation channel connecting two worlds, and the encroachnt on the real world had also gradually slowed under her efforts. Currently, other than the two hours of twilight sky each morning, no significant mutations had occurred. Our next mission was to investigate the mysterious World Fragnt and find a way to separate it from the real world—an unprecedented attempt, but according to Lin Xue, this really needed our intervention.
“Are you not coming over?”
Before stepping into the seven trillion miles, I curiously looked at Dingdang outside and asked.
“Dingdang must stay outside to maintain the stability of the two worlds,” he cautioned. “You guys should also be careful not to make too much noise. That world fragnt is quite fragile; you could destroy it by accident, and that would surely cause problems in the real world outside!”
“Understood,” I waved my hand and got into the car, “A gentle approach, right? So long as we can separate from that fragnt and then destroy it, there shouldn’t be any problem, right?”
“In theory, that’s correct!” Dingdang struck a confident pose, the palm-sized Little Goddess brimming with confidence.
Had you been assimilated by Taville?
With this internal critique, seventy billion slowly glided into the colorful corridor ahead, the last sound I heard being Dingdang’s exclamation: “Ah! Wait! Dingdang has discovered…”
Unfortunately, I didn’t hear the rest; the car had already entered the tunnel.
“Phew… is this the legendary world fragnt?” I looked around at the perfectly normal street and asked with a smack of my lips, a hint of doubt in my voice.
“It looks just like a normal city, and there are lots of pedestrians too. Hey, Ah Jun, Ah Jun, why are they all looking at us?”
Sitting in the passenger seat, Qianqian curiously looked around, continuously announcing discoveries that excited her.
“… Maybe it’s because our car has too many patches.”
I was silent for a while, then watched through the windshield as the engine hood of seventy billion, which was covered in patches atop patches, and tears stread down my face.
Who else would mount two Cannon Cannulas on the front of their car, damn it!
With Dingdang’s assistance, we entered this world, dead for who knows how many years, through the roots of the World Tree. Strictly speaking, it’s a world fragnt, but to everyone’s surprise, instead of a hellish landscape with lava spewing and fractured skies, what greeted us was a thriving modern city that looked completely normal.
I almost doubted whether Dingdang had ssed up opening the gate… I an, the World Tree’s pathway doesn’t require manually switching tracks, right?
Despite previously considering that this world fragnt, since it could erode our real world, likely originated from a parallel space extrely close to Earth, how to put it… such a common, densely populated modern city, has it really been destroyed? Can it maintain such an appearance after the apocalypse? Maybe the city is still enveloped by a tear-inducing phenonon like a Heaven-defying Level AT field?
“Is this really a destroyed world?” Big Sister said skeptically, “It even looks more normal than the real world outside right now… Hmm, maybe there’s still sothing a bit off.”
In fact, I too had started to notice the abnormalities.
Because we never anticipated that the already demolished world fragnt would look like this, seventy billion had not activated any disguise feature. We appeared directly on the street, just like that. Imagine, on a busy street, suddenly a colorful space passage splits open in mid-air, and then a… well, a silver car covered in patches cos running out. What would be the consequence of that?
Not to say it would cause a sensation throughout the city, but at the very least, we should be rcilessly gawked at by now.
But the current situation was, although the septillion’s unique shape had drawn quite a few curious gazes, these glances rely swept over here quickly and moved on, with no one showing the shock that such an unusual descent from the sky should have caused.
Moreover, as ti passed, even those montarily curious looks started to vanish rapidly, and the expressions of the pedestrians passing by beca increasingly wooden. They ignored the uniqueness of the septillion and even if cars blocked their way, they simply chanically sidestepped around them, as if we had beco air.
“Ah Jun! Can you hear ? This is Dingdang!”
While I was slowly driving, full of confusion, a sudden call from Dingdang ca through the spiritual connection, carrying a twelvefold anxiety.
“I can hear you. It just so happens I’ve noticed so oddities here too… Uh, you go first.”
I suddenly rembered the startled shout from Dingdang that had been cut off midway, so I let her speak first.
“Ah Jun, I’ve detected life fluctuations inside that world fragnt! It’s so strange, a world that has been destroyed for who knows how many years, and yet there is still life inside its fragnts!”
“Well, our discovery is related to that.” I simply pulled the car over to the side of the road. Now, the slight attention our recent appearance had caused had also disappeared; pedestrians passing by didn’t even glance at the car that appeared out of nowhere, as if they treated us like we were air.
In the following few minutes, I detailed the unusual scenery inside the world fragnt to Dingdang, and after a few seconds of silence, she ventured a guess.
“It might be the World mory effect~~”
“When a world is destroyed, the information it once held usually doesn’t disappear imdiately. If not devoured by the Void and under the right conditions, this information can be preserved indefinitely. The life responses that Dingdang observed earlier, and everything you have seen, it might just be remnants of those infos, you could also say they are ghosts of the world— you are now walking in the mories of the world.”
Why does this little thing sound so creepy?
“So, these people around us… are they dead or alive?”
After hesitating for a mont, I still decided to describe those ‘mory bodies’ of the world as ‘people’, even though according to Dingdang, they were phantoms that had perished along with the world. But their level of simulation was excessively high.
“They are alive,” Dingdang’s answer completely surprised , “in Dingdang’s view, they are still a form of life, though perhaps it would be more fitting to regard them as ghosts… um, Dingdang skipped class when this part was taught, so I’m not very clear on it.”
Forget it, I knew I shouldn’t have placed any faith in this little thing.
I disconnected the spiritual connection with Dingdang and restarted the car, driving along the major street. The septillion, which Pandora had transford into a mobile command center, automatically opened its trunk, continuously releasing so small things that seed like floating fuzz. These buoyant pathfinders, although limited in function, were easy to deploy and had counterattack capabilities — although I’m not sure what kind of tornted military expert would bother to install a Ghost Energy Shield and Plasma Ejector on such a disposable probe, but indeed, these devices possessed good combat capabilities — and these probes were the most useful things for monitoring information changes, much cheaper than the cumberso information scanning devices, and although their detection range wasn’t wide, their vast numbers greatly compensated for the lack in quality.
Countless probes floated away like willow catkins in the wind, spreading in all directions, beginning to draw us a three-dinsional map of the city.
The pedestrians around passed by indifferently, not sparing an extra glance at this peculiar car.
They were remnants of a dead world, a rigid collection of information. These ghosts could neither generate new information nor respond to it. When we appeared just monts ago, the new data we brought to this World Fragnt evaporated like droplets on parched soil, leaving behind only a mont of dampness. Now, we seed like shadows floating in illusion, unable to stir the slightest ripple in this dead pool.
Separating a World Fragnt that was gradually rging with the real world was no easy task. Any minor error could cause irreversible damage to our real world. Our first task was to acquire the “city’s” map. If sothing was indeed pushing this fragnt towards integration with the real world, it must have left so traces of its influence. Of course, the above insights weren’t my own invention but rather from a book Dingdang retrieved from her Personal Space, titled “133rd Generation World Managent System Common Skills 100 Q&A,” copyright protected; copying prosecutable.
Relying on a textbook exercise to save the world, the pressure was imnse! Dingdang, could you afford to make feel more foolish? At least don’t bail on during such critical lessons concerning our world’s survival, damn it!
“Here, mark it out.”
Big Sister suddenly broke the silence, also drawing my attention away from my rant about that foolish goddess. The places she pointed out, near the city center, seed abnormally bright against the dim background.
On this model, increased brightness was a sign of high information activity, aning that at least recently, new information had clustered around those buildings. In a World Fragnt that could no longer produce new information, the only possibility for new information to occur was—
“Found it.”
Big Sister’s lips curved into a pleased smile as she whispered.
Seven billion emitted a deep roar and then vanished into twisted beams of light, disappearing from the indifferent gazes of the surrounding pedestrians.
“It’s right here.”
Using a short-range Space Transmission, we directly arrived at our destination. I first retracted the overly flashy seven billion into my Personal Space, then looked ahead and said,
A school—what sort of ani-like plot twist was this? Was a school so type of cursed item that Big Sister had set her sights on? Why did I feel a surge of tearful emotion when I saw that the focal point of these bizarre events was ultimately a school?
The school building in front of us looked ordinary, unremarkable except for its large size. Its na might be written on a sign by the gate, but the characters were now covered with layers of paint. Apart from vaguely making out a part of a Chinese character, it was impossible to decipher any more information.
Well, Chinese characters, it seed this really was a parallel plane similar to our world that had been destroyed.
Now walking casually into the campus, several guards on duty inside the gatehouse were sitting stiffly. One of them was focused on a TV in front of him, which displayed only abstract geotrical figures and static noise. Still, the guard seed to be enjoying it, occasionally nodding or shaking his head as if critiquing the TV program. The looks were eerily out of place, and not one of them glanced our way as we passed, confirming Big Sister’s earlier analysis:
The World Fragnt was like a damaged hard drive that could no longer have outside data written to it. It could still read and reorganize its internal data, but regarding external information, it could no longer react.
Of course, this analogy isn’t quite accurate, but generally speaking, the internal situation of the World Fragnt was like a closed-off informational prison.
We weren’t professional researchers, detectives, or secret agents. In such a bizarre world, we couldn’t analyze much, even with Big Sister leveraging her advantage of being ticulous to spot so clues. However, that didn’t an we couldn’t gather more information. Utilizing Dingdang’s power, we managed to communicate instantly with the outside world without accelerating the rger of the World Fragnt and the real world. The information we collected was sent to Shadow City, where Bubbles and her child army processed it. In this process, we gathered a lot of valuable research data. While we didn’t understand the use of these data, we believed Taville would love this gift. As a workaholic researcher, Taville’s greatest agony was usually the lack of enough new data to research and enhance our missing technology. A destroyed yet intact World Fragnt was obviously a rare research material—and whoever used this fragnt to attack our world, at least from this aspect, we had them to thank.
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