Voyage of the Stars.

Chapter 1530 The Single-Stringed Zither

It's too much!

Seeing the Lyra in such a state, the people of the paper civilization, even though they knew things were extraordinary, were still furious.

For so many years, since leaving their home planet, they have been invincible. Even when they encountered human civilization, they were only frightened for a moment. But now they have encountered such a warship that looks down on them. It is simply outrageous.

"This is intolerable!" the leader of the paper civilization exclaimed angrily.

Then, a command came out of his mouth.

Then, the paper warship where it was located emitted a soft white light again. Then, under the flashing light, the entire two-dimensional space seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. In an instant, the edge of the vast two-dimensional space showed a phenomenon of changing brightness.

After flickering several times, it finally reached a certain critical point.
As a result, one dimension of the entire macroscopic two-dimensional plane rapidly shrinks, just as the "wide side" of a rectangle suddenly disappears, and the vast two-dimensional space plane instantly becomes a line with no width.

Since the original two-dimensional space, which was reduced to a single dimension, has a limited length and width, after being synthesized into a one-dimensional filament, it loses its width but still retains its length.

From the perspective of the macrocosm, that void first instantly dropped from normal three-dimensional to two-dimensional, then flashed with silver light and became a one-dimensional filament with no width.

After the one-dimensional filament appeared, the normal three-dimensional space around it was instantly pulled together from its original two-dimensional width. But that wasn't the end of it. After the two spaces were pulled together, they poured into the one-dimensional filament like a waterfall.

It looked as if a leaky crack had been opened in the middle of the ocean, with endless seawater rushing in.

The difference is that one involves seawater rushing in, while the other involves space continuously falling like a one-dimensional thread.

As space fell, the one-dimensional filament continued to extend. Originally only 60,000 light-years long, the one-dimensional filament grew longer and longer as it fell into the three-dimensional space, as if a bottomless crack had been cut open in the universe.

This influx is not due to things in space moving, but rather spacetime itself moving.

If there is a planet nearby, then it can be observed that from the time the one-dimensional filament appeared, the planet has been moving closer to the one-dimensional filament as its spacetime moves.

This is the latest technology mastered by the paper civilization: a double dimensional reduction attack that knocks everything in space from three dimensions to two dimensions, and then from two dimensions to one dimension, causing the target to lose information from two macroscopic dimensions at the same time.

They didn't believe that the strange warship could withstand their ultimate attack.

However, at this moment, the flagship of the paper civilization received a message from its own fleet commander, who said that the String Piercer was the human civilization, and that the strange warship that had been hit and entangled in the one-dimensional filament was the flagship of the human civilization.

"It really is human civilization!"

The leader of the paper civilization was also extremely surprised to receive this news, and at the same time, he began to feel uneasy because he knew about what happened back then.

"Quickly scan to see if that warship has been destroyed!" the leader of the paper civilization shouted hastily.

At this point, the 100 million warships of the paper civilization had transformed from individual warships into line segments. Like the Dream Lyra, they too, as two-dimensional space became one-dimensional, entered the one-dimensional silk.

However, after the paper civilization issued some kind of command, they were seen squeezing out of the one-dimensional thread. It looked as if a piece of paper was peeking out from a thread suspended in the air and then gradually sliding out.

One after another, warships were squeezed out of that one-dimensional thread, and then transformed back into paper warships floating in the three-dimensional universe.

Among these paper warships, one stands out as particularly special; it is clearly the flagship of the paper civilization. After emerging from that one-dimensional thread, it did not revert to its original paper warship form but retained its filamentous shape, resembling a strand of hair floating in the air.

After returning to the three-dimensional universe, the scan results of the paper civilization were also released.

"Hmm, it seems that the flagship of that human civilization has been destroyed by us. We can no longer detect its presence in the One-Dimensional Silk region," a staff member on the Paper Civilization flagship reported the scan results.

"Good! Haha, so this is all the flagship of human civilization is worth. You looked down on us, you danced in two-dimensional space, now you're dead!"

Many of the paper-based civilization's inhabitants, who had just been somewhat alarmed upon hearing that it was human civilization, visibly became delighted.

But their brilliant scientist had a gloomy expression.

Because the real-time scanning results changed, the detector detected that the originally smooth one-dimensional filament suddenly trembled.

This tremor immediately made the eyelids of all those with a paper-based civilization twitch.

"Quickly! The flagship of human civilization hasn't been destroyed yet! Quickly stabilize the one-dimensional filament and prevent it from jumping out!" The leader of the paper civilization reacted swiftly upon seeing the situation and issued the order.

At a command, the flagship, which had become a one-dimensional line segment, quickly attached itself to the one-dimensional filament. The other paper warships also moved in unison, and the warships drifted to the vicinity of the 70,000 light-year-long one-dimensional filament as if they were forming an array, seemingly using some kind of technology to stabilize the one-dimensional filament.

Sure enough, as they moved, the edge of the one-dimensional filament seemed to be coated with a layer of regularity. The one-dimensional filament no longer got caught up in the surrounding spacetime, nor did it get longer, but its boundary became more obvious.

The paper civilization flagship and the 100 million warships it led were like a group of cultivators, using their abilities to seal a great demon, trying to imprison it in a one-dimensional thread to prevent it from harming the world.

Through their efforts, the originally shaky one-dimensional thread became straight.

However, the next moment, a three-dimensional bump suddenly appeared on the straight one-dimensional thread. It was immediately suppressed and restored to its straight shape. But the aftershocks of the three-dimensional bump did not subside immediately. The aftershocks were like mechanical wave experiments with a rope. After the bump returned to its original shape, it propagated in a sine and cosine pattern to both ends, just like mechanical waves.

The difference is that in the experiment of mechanical wave propagation of the rope, the mechanical wave generated by manually swinging the rope only appears in the up and down directions, while the one-dimensional silk in the void now vibrates to produce three-dimensional sine and cosine waves.

When the fluctuation occurred, it seemed to be accompanied by a microscopic melody: *Chirp*
"Stabilize it! Close it!" As if hearing the silent zither music, the leader of the paper civilization broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly shouted in the internal channel through mental transmission.

His meaning was clear: he wanted to connect the first and second threads of this one-dimensional silk world created by his own civilization into an infinitely looping circle, imprisoning the Dream Lyra within this circle.

Hee hee~~
But just as the one-dimensional filament began to curve, the information from the microscopic world reappeared as if to tease them, causing ripples to spread across the smooth one-dimensional filament once again.

However, this was just the beginning. Then, the music, seemingly emanating from the depths of the microcosm, began to resound, *Hoo~ Hoo~~ Hoo~~~ Duang~~~~~*
The middle, beginning, end, and other parts of the one-dimensional thread have protrusions appearing in various places. They seem a bit messy, but as time goes by, they seem to follow a certain pattern.

It looked as if an invisible giant was playing a zither there, with the cosmic membrane as the soundboard and this one-dimensional thread as the string, creating a single-stringed zither and playing it there.

At first, it seemed a bit chaotic, as if the invisible giant was testing and tuning the sound. Later, it seemed that the sound was tuned and then some piece was being played.

Like
A song that breaks one's heart.

The string picker!!!
At this moment, the paper-thin civilization, as if sensing the cosmic music, seemed to understand why the triangular civilization called human civilization the "string-pluckers."

(End of this chapter)