Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 537 Wang Li: I need talents like you here!

Wang Li stared at the River of Time below, which had suddenly boiled over, as if responding to his idea of ​​finding a "contractor" and generating even more chaotic possibilities. For a moment, he was both amused and exasperated.

"To be honest, I punched you so hard last night that you were sent to the ICU and almost couldn't get up. And now you still have the nerve to jump around and party? You really aren't afraid of death at all!"

He spoke to the empty temple, or perhaps to the unruly river, his tone filled with a sense of absurdity.

This sudden and dramatic change, though shocking in its scale, was something Wang Li keenly sensed was not rooted in a malicious external attack, but rather more like…

The river of time itself produced an almost instinctive, yet extremely distorted, "stress response" to his earlier thought of "finding a contractor."

It seems to be fiercely "protesting" being handed over to others by tearing itself apart and frantically generating a chaotic future.
Or rather, it is demonstrating the complexity and uniqueness of its own problems in a self-destructive manner.

"Tsk tsk tsk, quite a temper."

Wang Li tapped her fingertips lightly on the armrest, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

What can you do if it's your own stuff and you're the one who did it?
He realized that the problem might be deeper than he had thought.

After last night's foundation-shaking shock, the "regulatory activity" or the remnants of the "world's will" of this great river of time seems to have been amplified abnormally, becoming extremely sensitive and unstable.

Any major, fundamental decision-making idea can trigger intense and unpredictable feedback.

Directly suppressing it might be feasible, but it would inevitably further damage its already fragile nature, like injecting a delirious patient with a high fever with a strong sedative, which only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.

If left unattended and allowed to continue its "high," the river might disintegrate completely before it even finds a suitable "contractor."

"It seems that before 'outsourcing,' we need to conduct a round of 'appeasement' and 'stabilization' first."

This is similar to addressing potential geological hazards and conducting environmental assessments at the construction site before bidding.

He slowly rose from his throne, without any dazzling light emanating from his body, but the entire Grand Temple of Time and Space trembled slightly in response to his will, emitting a deep and harmonious resonance.

He no longer tried to forcibly straighten out those wildly dancing timelines or plug those constantly erupting spacetime rifts—that would only provoke more intense resistance.

Instead, Wang Li gently unfolded her seventh sense universe in an extremely gentle way, like spring rain nourishing the earth.

This is neither an attack nor a defense, but a kind of "immersion," a kind of "resonance."

His microcosmic perception became infinitely refined, like billions of invisible threads gently probing into the boiling river of time.

He stopped thinking about "restoration" and "contractors," and instead immersed himself completely in the "feelings" of the river.

He felt the fear behind the frenzied dance of countless timelines—the fear of utter collapse and return to nothingness; the pain and helplessness of being riddled with "inflammation" and "trauma," constantly being devoured by "foreign objects"; the rejection of possibly being taken over by "strange beings" and losing his own continuity...

He felt the pain contained within those bursting spatial rifts—the excruciating pain of a broken cause and effect, the suffocating pain of distorted possibilities, the lamentations and despair emanating from countless worlds and beings that depend on time for their existence…

He felt even more keenly the underlying chaotic logic that was constantly generating new chaos, like the delirium of a patient with a persistent high fever, where all rules became upside down, and all "causes" could produce absurd "effects," self-contradictory and cyclically disordered.

Wang Li closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in the vast, chaotic, and painful collective "emotions."

His microcosmic frequency began to undergo extremely subtle adjustments, attempting to merge, harmonize, oscillate, and superimpose with it, becoming a stable and inclusive "wedge" in this chaotic river.

Gradually, the boiling waves seemed to subside slightly. The timelines that were dancing wildly and lashing each other were no longer so destructive, but instead took on a... tentative meaning.

Like blind tentacles, they cautiously touched Wang Li's gentle and stable microcosmic field.

Wang Li neither rejected nor guided, but simply maintained this pure "existence" and "perception." He was like a piece of warm jade thrown into boiling water, not resisting it, but quietly influencing the surrounding temperature with his own warmth.

Some particularly delicate timelines, representing near-term possibilities, began to droop slowly, like a soothed young girl, becoming less aggressive.

The sprawling spacetime rifts seemed to have slowed their spread somewhat; although they still existed, their hysterical expansion had been contained.

"As expected..." Wang Li realized.

He maintained this state, his mind subtly connected to the entire river of time. Through this connection, he could more clearly grasp the specific locations of those "inflammatory" nodes, the shadows lurking among those "foreign objects," and the most vulnerable links in the entire spacetime structure.

This provided him with crucial first-hand information for his subsequent actions, whether he took matters into his own hands or sought out a "contractor" for targeted handling.

At the same time, he also realized that finding a "contractor" could not be done simply by "parachuting in" someone.

Perhaps he needs to change his approach.

It's not about finding an outsider to forcibly take over, but rather... finding an entity that can have some kind of "affinity" or "resonance" with the river of time itself?

Or, an expert who specializes in dealing with this kind of "active rule disorder" problem?

His thoughts raced again, but this time, he carefully controlled them, trying to avoid triggering another violent stress response in the river. He
I thought of certain unique systems that excel at spiritual comfort and consciousness synchronization; I thought of certain extraordinary paths with "harmony" and "balance" as their core concepts; I even thought of certain special beings that can communicate directly with the will of the world...

Just as he was basking in this balance of calming the river while simultaneously rethinking the "outsourcing" plan.

【Ding! 】

That familiar, cold, electronic system notification sound rang in his ears once again, incongruously.

[Attention, player Wang Li: An abnormal fluctuation peak has been detected in the high-dimensional spacetime activity rules.]

[Analysis: The source of the fluctuations is highly correlated with the host's conscious activity.]

[Recommendation: Conduct consciousness anchoring calibration, or connect to a low-dimensional stable spacetime for adaptive buffering.]

[Ding! Player Wang Li, please note: Do you wish to activate "Today's Dungeon"?]

A semi-transparent system panel pops up, displaying options for the instance world.

"A copy?" Wang Li was slightly taken aback, then realized what she meant.

"Is it time again?"

"Alright."

Wang Li glanced at the River of Time below, which, though slightly calmed, was still turbulent beneath the surface.

"Let me go check out today's dungeon world. Maybe I can find some unlucky scapegoats. Pshaw, I mean, I need talents like you guys here!"

After thinking it over, Wang Li no longer hesitated, and with a thought, she selected "Confirm".

[Ding! Player Wang Li, please note: You are entering today's dungeon world!]

(End of this chapter)