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In my pupil, the reflections of Twenty-Three Time-Space Rifts shimmered, each birthmark on my wrist burning fiercely. At the moment the umbilical cord tightened abruptly, Chen Xing's completely Jade Transformation Skull shattered into Bronze fragments, and the flying metal shards sliced through my right carotid artery, causing Blood Pearls to spray forth and crystallize in the air into twin jade rings.
Two pieces of Blood Jade spun and embedded themselves into the Time-Space Rift, revealing the patterns of a Klein Bottle within an amber glow. My body began to quantumize, and amidst the shattered senses, I simultaneously experienced nine lifetimes—suffocation from silk sleeves coiling around my neck on a Republican theater stage, excruciating pain from flint being thrust into my abdomen on a Stone Age altar, and the burnt smell of overloaded cybernetic limbs in a cyberpunk city...
"This is a Möbius strip!" I screamed as I grasped one of my own wrist bones from a past life, only to be pulled into five-dimensional space at the moment of contact. Countless versions of myself were gasping their last in ice coffins, execution grounds, and laboratories, each corpse pierced through the heart by fragments of Blood Jade.
During the 108th cardiac arrest, I finally saw that every death scene featured a figure wearing a Chiwen ring. The reality dimension echoed with the mournful grinding of gears. Chen Xing's remaining mechanical left arm suddenly expanded, spewing pale golden Blood Mist from its alloy bones. The Blood Pearls crystallized in midair into blockchain patterns, wildly spreading along the grooves of the Chihwen Knife.
The roar of the Veteran Coroner shook dust from the beams above. He tore open his tattered official robes, revealing a dazzling phoenix brand on his chest. When the quantum blade of the Imperial Guards struck down, the old man exploded into a fireball resembling a DNA chain, spiraling flames revealing Twenty-Three against a backdrop of chromosome maps.
"Your Majesty, it is time for your meal." The mechanical remains of the Chief Minister suddenly spoke, her charred Skull rolling beneath the dragon throne. The Emperor raised his hand to catch the falling Jade Agate, and in an instant, the tiles of Qianqing Palace collapsed into a Dark Matter vortex while the gilded dome twisted into a black hole that devoured light.
The cries of frozen embryos transformed into youthful howls. At the moment the glass of the Cultivation Pod shattered, a young man in a white coat pulled the trigger on a Wave Function Collapse Gun; blue light pierced through the black hole, splashing rainbow-colored Probability Clouds.
My birthmark on my wrist suddenly grew hot as memories flowed backward, revealing my trembling fingertips when I issued the Jadeite Covenant. Blood Jade disintegrated under the observation beam. Billions of fragments refracted silhouettes of parallel worlds—me in a spacesuit slitting my throat inside a space capsule, me as an infant buried in the foundation of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, me on the dragon throne pressing a jade seal onto Third Prince's crown...
"Find a stable state!" A version of me from some timeline suddenly shouted.
Countless hands stretched out from the Probability Cloud, but the fragments they grabbed vaporized one after another. When the black hole sucked away the 9999th fake, I glimpsed a familiar barcode flashing in a fragment - it was the electronic chip of the Modern Palace Museum Ticket. The emperor's fingertips had already touched my forehead. Dark Matter formed a gravitational singularity in his palm, and the control chip on the back of my neck suddenly overloaded. The memory of 2099 penetrated my skull like a steel nail - it turned out that the ancient corpse dissected in the Li Mountain nuclear cave that year was himself wearing Dragon Robe at this moment. Chihwen Knife chopped out a Mandelbrot Set pattern in time and space. The burned-out mechanical arm of Chen Xing suddenly reorganized, and the blockchain gold pattern wrapped around my right hand holding the chip. When the Ticket chip pierced the emperor's chest, the entire Forbidden City began to collapse in pixels, and the distant sound of Twenty-Three bells came from the Quantum Storm. Forbidden City Red Walls loomed in the Data Stream. When Vermilion Gate slowly opened, I heard myself screaming in all the parallel worlds. Palm Chip suddenly became hot, so hot that it seemed to melt through the four-hundred-year-old Causality Cycle——Ticket Gate made an electronic "beep" sound.
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