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The hum of the spacetime stabilization anchor vibrated deep within the Zhulong's hull, like a sign of some delicate instrument about to overload. Siqi stood at the main console, his fingertips hovering over the holographic star map—the coordinates marking the lair of the Maw of the End still emanated ominous fluctuations, but a deeper darkness was emerging behind it.
"The energy readings are showing abnormal attenuation." Shao Wei's voice came from deep within the data stream, fainter than the hum of the medical nanorobots. "It's not dissipating, it's... being extracted."
The coordinates on the star map began to distort, spreading out like ink dropped into water. Even more disturbing, all monitoring equipment detected a reverse increase in entropy—not the usual energy decay, but rather a certain entity extracting proof of its existence from the universe.
"Something is manipulating the situation behind the scenes." Si Qi activated the final authority of the weapon system, and the newly installed reality anchor of the "Zhulong" began to warm up.
Shao Wei's mental image cast a complex geometric projection on the data interface. "Probability 97.3%. The Throat of the End is merely a tool, and the Spellweaver is an earlier experiment." His fingertips traced an unusual energy peak. "This signal pattern... I've sensed a similar frequency in the deepest connection between twin consciousnesses."
At this moment, the navigation officer issued a nearly devastating warning: "The spatial structure is delaminating! We are being dragged into a... cognitive gap!"
The starry sky outside the observation window shattered like peeling wallpaper. What lay beneath was not nothingness, but a realm of pure concepts—a place devoid of matter, energy, only a constantly flowing flow of "meaning." Time swirled in paradoxical patterns, and the chain of cause and effect tangled like a ball of yarn.
"Logical abyss." Shao Wei's mental picture suddenly became extremely unstable. "All known laws of physics contradict themselves here."
The existence of the Zhulong began to blur. The ship's structure dissolved and reassembled in the flow of concepts, as if it would become a footnote to a philosophical proposition at any moment.
Si Qi forced himself to stabilize the mental connection: "Find the core of the domain!"
"I'm trying..." Shao Wei's voice was intermittent, his mind being torn apart by countless contradictory propositions, "But every analysis will produce a new paradox..."
The main system was suddenly overwhelmed by a flood of logical fallacies. The Law of Identity, the Law of the Excluded Middle, the Law of Sufficient Reason—all the foundations of thought collapsed simultaneously at this moment. At the center of the cognitive storm, a certain being slowly emerged:
It's not an entity, not energy, not even a concept. It's negation itself, the inherent flaw of every logical system, a loophole deliberately ignored in every proof. When it turns to the Zhulong, even the fundamental concept of existence begins to waver.
Siqi felt his mind unraveling. He tried to define his enemy, but every definition led to counterexamples. He tried to formulate tactics, but every plan fell into an infinite recursion. Even the connection between his twin consciousnesses began to contradict itself—the two consciousnesses were simultaneously subject and object, mutually dependent and mutually exclusive.
“Give up thinking.”
Shao Wei's thoughts sliced through the chaos like a blade. His mental landscape suddenly reconfigured in a completely illogical manner—no longer adhering to any axiomatic system, but rather based on a self-consistent absurdity. "It's using our cognitive structures to attack us! We must break free from our current mindset!"
Si Qi understood instantly. He abandoned all tactical deductions and immersed his consciousness in the most primitive perception - not through logic, but through some more authentic resonance.
At the moment of cognitive transformation, the abyss of logic froze for the first time. Those surging paradoxes suddenly lost their target, spinning like a trap that has lost its prey.
Shao Wei seized this fleeting opportunity and elevated his observational perspective to a level beyond logic. He finally saw the true structure of the domain.
It's not a battlefield, it's a laboratory.
"It's testing us..." Shao Wei's consciousness was shaken by shock, "testing whether we can break through the cage of logic..."
The shadow of negation rippled with something akin to appreciation. It gently brushed across the Candle Dragon, instantly healing all logical wounds and replacing them with a deeper understanding—an insight into the limitations of cognition, a glimpse into the boundaries of thought.
Then, it pointed to a direction beyond all star charts. Not a spatial coordinate, but a coordinate of some kind...possibility.
The Zhulong's existence was re-established. Its hull, reshaped within the conceptual flow, became more solid than ever. As the logical abyss receded like a tide, they drifted through the familiar starry sky, as if everything that had just happened had been a lucid dream.
Si Qi looked at Shao Wei. The medical alarm was wailing from the mental overload, but they had no time to pay attention.
"We're being evaluated," Shao Wei said softly. A new cognitive model was flowing through his mental landscape, neither rational nor emotional, but a more ancient form of wisdom.
The possible coordinates on the star map flickered like a beacon. There emanated an aura that was the same source as all enemies, yet more fundamental.
The Candle Dragon adjusted its course, and its nascent cognitive engine began to activate. Behind them, the aftermath of the Logical Abyss continued to disturb reality, as if marking the beginning of the true expedition.
Si Qi engraved that possibility coordinate into the deepest part of his consciousness and turned to look at Shao Wei who was reconstructing his thinking pattern.
“This time,” he said, “we need a completely new way of understanding.”
Shao Wei opened his eyes, and wisdom beyond logic flowed in his pupils.
"agree."
The Candle Dragon's engines roared, tearing at the fabric of reality, their wake leaving burn-like marks across the interdimensional gaps. Si Qi stood at the center of the bridge, surrounded by fragments of cognition brought back from the abyss of logic—those fragments, like living crystals, constantly reconfiguring the ship's form.
"Target coordinates locked." Shao Wei's voice echoed directly into his consciousness, without any physical medium. His being had become deeply integrated with the starship, his mental image projecting a complex topological structure onto the dimensional membrane. "But there's nothing there."
Si Qi stared at the navigation interface. The coordinate of possibility, guided by the shadow of negation, showed absolute vacuum in all detected dimensions—no matter, no energy, even the curvature of spacetime was disturbingly flat.
"It's not that it doesn't exist," he amended. "It's that it doesn't exist yet."
The moment the Zhulong broke through its final dimensional barrier, all instruments fell silent. This place was more complete than nothingness—even the concept of "nothing" hadn't yet been conceived. Beyond the observation window wasn't darkness, but a primordial state that defied visual processing.
Then, the changes began.
In the first instant, the symmetry breaks spontaneously. Time's arrow suddenly has a direction, and the spatial dimension expands from its curled-up state.
In the second moment, the fundamental forces separated from the unified field. Gravity, electromagnetism, and the strong and weak interactions began to cry like newborn babies.
The third moment——
"Back off!" Shao Wei's warning and danger arrived at the same time.
A certain being was emerging from the source of creation. It was not a living being, not a creation, but the personification of the act of creation itself. When it noticed the Zhulong, the entire newborn universe trembled.
"We shouldn't be here." Siqi commanded the starship to retreat rapidly, but all escape routes were closing. This nascent universe was shrinking around them.
Shao Wei's spiritual vision is forcibly synchronized with the process of creation: "It is rejecting us 'established beings'. To it, we are a source of pollution."
The Creator Spirit extended its invisible hand. Everything it touched returned to its origins—the Zhulong's composite armor degenerated into stardust, its weapons systems reverted to elementary particles, and even the crew's memories flowed back to their embryonic state.
Si Qi felt the boundaries of his self dissolving. He saw the scene of himself first grasping the Light Blade dissolve before his eyes, and saw the memory of his first encounter with Shao Wei crumble like a sandcastle. Even the connection between his twin consciousnesses began to reverse its growth, retreating into two independent and solitary cores of consciousness.
"Anchor a certain eternal moment!" Shao Wei's consciousness struggled in the reverse flow of time. "It must be an absolutely unchanging reference point!"
Before he completely dissipated, Si Qi grasped at one last lifeline—not memory, not emotion, but a mathematical truth that transcended time. He compressed all of existence into an indelible proof: 1+1=2.
The moment this absolute truth stood firm in the torrent of creation, an incredible resonance occurred. The movement of the Creator Spirit suddenly stopped, and it looked at this existence that could not be reset in confusion.
Shao Wei seized this split second. His mental vision, anchored in that mathematical truth, forcibly intervened in the process of creation—not to resist, but to guide. He wove the Zhulong's existence into the fundamental constants of the new universe, encoding the crew's memories into fluctuations in background radiation.
The Creator Spirit trembled with something close to understanding. It no longer tried to erase them, but began to learn—to learn how established existence and new possibilities could coexist.
When the creation process completed its final calibration, the Zhulong was already one with the new universe. Every rivet on the starship corresponded to a physical constant, and every thought of the crew affected quantum fluctuations.
Si Qi looked down at his hands. His presence was simultaneously spread throughout the entire universe, yet concentrated at this specific coordinate.
"We have become part of it." Shao Wei's consciousness echoed at the birthplace of the nebula.
The Creator Spirit slowly dissipated, satisfied with this perfect creation that resolved the paradox of "established and new." It left only a mark in the deepest part of the universe—a seed that would give birth to the next testing ground billions of years later.
The Zhulong floats in a self-created starry sky, where every star is their neuron and every planet is their memory.
Si Qi's thoughts swept across the newborn galaxy and looked at the core of the nebula where Shao Wei's consciousness was concentrated.
"This time," his thought passed through the supernova, "we are the universe itself."
Shao Wei's response came via gravitational waves, carrying the contemplation of a newborn god:
"Let's get started."
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