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Chapter 1054 New World Charter

Zhao Wuji stood at the quantum observatory on the top of Mount Everest, the minus sixty-degree cold wind tearing at his thin white robe.

He spread out his left hand and stared at the black spot. The miniature singularity was slowly rotating, and every pulsation caused the surrounding space to distort.

For three years, this compressed geocentric energy body remained absolutely silent - until midnight last night.

"At 3:17 a.m. Beijing time, space distortion occurred near Bouvet Island in Antarctica."

The holographic projection unfolded in the snowstorm, and the person who spoke was a cyborg covered in silver scales. The liquid metal on his left arm was condensing into a data pad: "The radius of the distortion area is expanding by 0.3 meters per second. Our quantum radar shows..."

Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the report.

His pupils shrank into needle-like shapes, and his vision penetrated the clouds and looked towards the southern hemisphere. In a dimension invisible to ordinary people, the protective shield above the South Pole was being "licked" by something - it was a Klein bottle structure composed of negative mass, and its existence itself was constantly rewriting the surrounding light speed constant.

"Notify the Star Ring Command and activate the 'Zhulong' protocol."

He pressed his left hand on the ice, and the black spot suddenly expanded into a two-dimensional plane, with twelve rotating projections of the Milky Way emerging inside.

"Also, let the Dunhuang Gene Bank prepare the awakening procedure for 100,000 embryos."

The Silver Scale Man hesitated and said, "But according to the New Era Charter,

"Supplementary clause to Article 200 of the Charter: When the Guardian's heart rate exceeds beats per minute, he will automatically gain dictatorial authority."

Zhao Wuji opened his shirt, revealing a heart beating with red and blue light on his chest. "My heart rate is 201 now."

The observatory suddenly trembled violently. A teeth-grinding sound of metal breaking came from under the ice, and Zhao Wuji disappeared in an instant, leaving only a melting snow pit. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the ice shelf at the edge of Antarctica, and in front of him was a distortion zone with a diameter of 300 meters.

The time and space here present a morbid beauty. Glacier debris is suspended in an amber halo, penguins remain frozen in the air two meters above the ground with their wings spread, and even snowflakes are frozen into crystal-like polyhedrons.

Zhao Wuji tentatively threw out a piece of ice crystal. When the ice touched the edge of the distortion zone, it suddenly split into twelve existences in different time states: some vaporized instantly, some grew backwards into water molecules, and some collapsed into micro black holes.

"Interference above seven dimensions"

The biological interface behind his neck automatically unfolded, and the moment it synchronized with the core of the protective shield, a huge amount of abnormal data flooded into his consciousness.

Countless projections of the Earth in the distortion zone are playing out different endings:

Some are swallowed by black holes.

Some have been turned into mechanical graveyards.

Some of them also carried Zhao Wuji's own body.

"You can't hide it. We smell Gaia's blood."

Zhao Wuji clenched his right hand, and the inner force of the Nine Yin Manual condensed into an ancient long sword in his palm. Wherever the sword passed, the condensed time and space were torn apart like a cut canvas.

He leaped into the rift, but at the moment of crossing he heard the sound of machinery and flesh being torn apart at the same time - a huge existence was giving birth in the cracks of the dimensions.

The scene in the gap between dimensions reminded Zhao Wuji of the "bardo" described in Buddhism.

Countless remnants of civilization floated in the gray fog: mechanical Buddha heads wrapped with biological circuits, starship wreckage covered with eyes and engraved with hieroglyphs, and even half of the Statue of Liberty, her torch turned into a wriggling tentacle.

“This is a graveyard and a cradle.”

A figure wearing a bird-beak mask walked out of the mist, liquid time flowing under the hem of his robe.

"Welcome to the Time Skeleton Realm, Your Excellency the Guardian."

Zhao Wuji's sword ignited with quantum flames: "How did you break through Zhulong's defense?" "Protective shield?" The bird-beaked man laughed like the friction of gears, "It's just a childish gauze curtain."

He tapped the mask lightly, and the gray fog suddenly dissipated, revealing the suffocating truth behind it - outside the earth's protective shield, densely packed Klein bottle structures were proliferating, and each bottle mouth extended energy tentacles similar to the ones on Zhao Wuji's chest.

“Formatters never hunt alone.”

The bird-beaked man raised his hand and summoned a cloud of gray fog, in which a perspective view of the earth emerged. In the deep sea trenches that humans have not yet explored, hundreds of distortion zones similar to those in Antarctica are growing.

"You think compressing Gaia is a victory? No, it's just the key to help us open the prison door."

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a severe burning pain on the black spot on his left hand.

He was shocked to find a human face emerging from the micro singularity - it was the geocentric energy body that was swallowed three years ago. At this moment, it was calling for help in Zhao Wuji's own voice: "They are using my quantum imprint."

The bird-beaked man suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wuji, with his beak almost touching his nose. "How ironic! The biggest loophole is hidden in the guardian's body."

His robe suddenly burst open, revealing a body made of countless clocks. "Now, let's see how strong your timeline is."

Zhao Wuji swung his sword, but the blade suddenly rusted when it touched the opponent. His mechanical left arm retracted uncontrollably into a fetal state, while the right half of his body aged rapidly. Even more terrifying was that his consciousness began to split - he was experiencing the pain of the chip implanted at birth, the memory of being hunted by agents in the matrix, and the future that had not yet happened: he closed the protective shield with his own hands and watched the earth being dismembered by the formatters.

“Time is my string.”

The bird-beaked man turned the clock on his chest, and Zhao Wuji's heart suddenly stopped beating.

“And you are the most beautiful note.”

At the moment of death, the black spot on Zhao Wuji's left hand suddenly burst into a supernova-like light. The compressed Gaia energy body forcibly broke through the seal and completed the final fusion with his consciousness.

Twelve suns lit up in the cracks of time and space, and the history of struggle of different civilizations emerged in each ball of light.

“You made a mistake.”

Zhao Wuji's voice became the chorus of billions of lives, "I shouldn't be allowed to see the end of other civilizations."

His broken body reassembled in the light, the left half turned into a flowing nebula, and the right half turned into a holy image of machine and flesh.

For the first time, the bird-beaked man showed a look of fear.

He tried to escape back into the gray fog, but found that all the Klein bottles were worshiping Zhao Wuji. The gap between time and space began to collapse, and countless remains of civilization turned into streams of light and flowed towards the earth's protective shield.

“What did you do?!”

The clock body of the bird-beaked man has cracks.

"Traps for the hunters."

Zhao Wuji stretched out his hand and pressed on the other party's bird-beak mask. "Use the resentment of twenty-seven formatted civilizations."

When the light faded, the distortion zone on the Antarctic ice shelf had disappeared.

Zhao Wuji knelt on the ice, looking at the second black spot that had appeared on his palm - the screaming bird-beaked man was imprisoned inside.

The cluster of Klein bottles outside the protective shield changed direction and began to devour each other.

"The Zhulong Agreement is terminated."

He whispered to the void, "Start the 'Guixu' plan. It's time for Earth civilization to learn to fight on its own."