Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 527 Wang Li felt completely unmoved, and even felt a slight urge to yawn.
"Ah Li! Ah Li! I'm doomed, I'm in big trouble!"

Wang Li's bottom had barely touched her chair, the wooden seat hadn't even fully conveyed that familiar cool touch, and she hadn't even had time to toss her almost empty backpack, which was more symbolic than practical, into the desk.

A huge, anxious figure swept over with a suffocating force, accompanied by Chen Lian's unique, tearful, and broken-voice shouting, instantly shattering the rare moment of tranquility in the corner of the classroom that morning.

Wang Li looked up with a hint of helplessness, and what came into view was her best friend Chen Li's round, chubby face, like a freshly steamed white steamed bun.

But at this moment, this face, which was usually always cheerful and carefree, as if it could be used as a blanket even if the sky fell, was clearly filled with the words "still in shock," and even faintly revealed a paleness of being terrified.

"What's wrong, Old Chen?"

Wang Li slowly stuffed the light schoolbag deep into the desk, her tone carrying a hint of languor, as if she had just woken up and was not very interested in anything around her.

"Did you dream again that the chicken legs from the cafeteria came to life and formed the 'Chicken Leg Avengers,' chasing after you to make you pay for their blood debts from three lifetimes?"

"No! It's ten thousand times more bizarre! A million times more terrifying!" Chen Li brought his fat head even closer.

He lowered his voice, speaking in a trembling, almost breathless tone, "Ah Li, I... I fucking dreamt last night that I turned into a bead! A round, shiny thing, supposedly some kind of 'Demon Orb Spirit Bead'! God, that's so fucking weird! So fucking terrifying!"

I am a bead, without hands, without feet, not even a mouth or nose, just a smooth ball! Yet I still have thoughts, and can sense everything around me!
Hot, cold, spinning, rolling... Can you imagine that feeling? It's like... like your consciousness being shoved into a smooth, round stone shell by a cruel hand, a shell that can do nothing but roll around! That feeling of confinement, that sense of being powerless, that... fucking 'pearl-born' helplessness!

Upon hearing this, Wang Li's lips twitched slightly, and a complex glint flashed in her eyes, a mixture of "Just as I thought," "Here we go again," and a very subtle hint of "Trouble has come knocking."

Of course he knew what was going on.

The root of the problem probably lies in the earth-shattering "domestic affair" he committed last night in that magnificent river of time that spans the past, present, and future and carries infinite possibilities—an affair so earth-shattering that it silenced the gods and made all worlds tremble.

That earth-shattering battle against "another self"—that "Godslayer Wang Li" from a possible future, who broke through countless divine thrones and dabbled in a forbidden domain that even Wang Li herself felt was a bit "crossing the line"—was far more intense than ordinary battles of magic, supernatural powers, or even clashes of laws.

That was the most direct collision at the conceptual level, the most savage mutual devouring of the very foundations of existence.

It is the most irreconcilable absolute opposition between "I" and "non-I".

Both sides held firm to the belief of "persuading" the other (physics), and their fists clashed without reservation. The extreme power that had long surpassed the definition of energy conservation directly caused the seemingly endless and indestructible riverbed of the River of Time to be completely torn apart and shattered at countless nodes upstream and downstream. Large sections of the river, along with the countless timeline bubbles it carried, were directly evaporated by the clash of extreme power, turning into the most complete nothingness. Even the concept of "having existed" was almost erased! Although after that "family affair" that could be described as a "family ethics tragedy," from beyond the infinite timeline, those "Wang Lis," each with different postures and varying strengths, some as majestic as the starry sky and some as ordinary as dust, but all essentially representing the ultimate existence of "Wang Li," adhered to the principle of "family scandals should not be aired in public."

More accurately, it's the principle of "cleaning up your own mess."

In a rare instance, everyone worked together, employing all sorts of incredible methods, to repair, tidy up, and reconnect the great river of time that had been ravaged beyond recognition, almost turning from a "river" into a "waterfall complex" and a "vacuum of nothingness," barely restoring its basic function of flowing.

However, the profound impact and fundamental trauma caused by such a terrible disaster of such scale and level, which almost subverts the definition of "existence" itself, can never be completely erased or thoroughly repaired.

That was not just physical destruction, but a direct, brutal, and complete tearing apart of the underlying logical framework of the real world, and even destroying the integrity of the "unified absolute information field" of the entire material universe at the current point in time, which maintains the operation of all things, defines basic laws, and ensures the establishment of basic cognition such as "1+1=2"!
The aftershocks of this disaster were like a powerful note, transcending all physical constants, plucked on the absolutely calm string of the universe.

The ripples it caused spread uncontrollably and exponentially, centered on the entire material universe, covering and permeating into various alien worlds, dimensional planes, dimensional gaps, and even some indescribable ancient god dreams that overlapped, intertwined, and nested with the material universe.

The direct consequence is that, during this specific period last night, based on Earth time, countless beings with naturally keen spiritual perception, or whose fates are deeply intertwined with certain grand causal relationships, or who are simply pawns of certain high-ranking beings, were affected.

Whether it's an old monster who cultivates in seclusion in the deep mountains, a spellcaster who builds a mage tower in a foreign land, an anomaly with a special bloodline who awakens ancient memories, or some ordinary people who are ignorant yet gifted and have extraordinary spiritual senses.

In the depths of their unguarded dreams, they passively and indiscriminately receive fragments of information from torn, illusory future timelines, or even projections of distorted, high-dimensional information from the outer reaches of the universe, from that indescribable and incomprehensible realm!
This information is bizarre, complex, and chaotic to the extreme, filled with indescribable symbols and images.

It's like throwing ten thousand encyclopedias in different languages, ten thousand abstract paintings, and ten thousand random noises into a shredder and then forcibly filling them into the brain of a sleeping person.

Its impact is unprecedented and unparalleled.

But, um...

What should I say...

Wang Li stroked her smooth chin, her heart completely calm, and she even felt a slight urge to yawn.

(End of this chapter)