Voyage of the Stars.

Chapter 1531: A Masterpiece

The one-dimensional thread was still trembling, like a plucked string on a musical instrument, and each tremor made the leader of the paper civilization extremely agitated.

He already knew that the String Piercer was the same human civilization from back then, and that human civilization was powerful, but the current situation was that his side had successfully trapped the flagship of human civilization in a one-dimensional filament.

The trembling of the one-dimensional silk told him that the flagship had not been destroyed, but he now believed that even if it hadn't been destroyed, it wouldn't last long, so he had to continue leading the paper civilization's warships to exert their power.

This also reflects his and other high-ranking officials' unwillingness to admit defeat. They were all resentful that their predecessors had been scared away by human civilization. Now that the once invincible flagship has achieved this, it is quite satisfying.

If we can kill him or get him to beg for mercy, that would be revenge for the scare we suffered back then.

If that's the case, it would be perfect – both revenge and mission completion.

Even now, the leaders and other high-ranking members of the paper civilization are still quite optimistic. However, as time goes by and the one-dimensional silk continues to oscillate, they finally sense that something is wrong.

Because they discovered that the oscillations of the one-dimensional filaments were becoming more and more regular, as if the Lyra was adapting to the one-dimensional filament environment.

Moreover, with each oscillation from the depths of the microscopic world, they actually had a subjective feeling that the one-dimensional thread had been controlled by the other party, and had truly become the other party's strings.

Now, it seems that the one-dimensional oscillations that I have repeatedly smoothed out were entirely intentional on the other party's part.

"I hope it's just my imagination," muttered the leader of the paper civilization.

But sometimes, the things we least want to happen are the things that do happen.

Soo~ Soo~~ Soo~~~Duang~~~~~ Soo~ Soo~~ Soo~~~Duang~~~~~ Soo~ Soo~~ Soo~~~Duang~~~~~
Before the words were even finished, the plucking motion from the depths of the microscopic world seemed to become more pronounced, and it appeared to be playing according to some kind of rule.

The paper civilization felt that it had truly heard a voice from the universe. It looked around at the higher-ups of the paper civilization with some confusion, as if to say: Did you hear that?
"Your Excellency, the Leader, also..."

"You heard that too? That sound that seemed to come from the universe!"

"You heard it too? It's kind of nice."

We heard it all, but where in the universe could there be a sound?

Scientists associated with the paper civilization immediately realized that it was not a sound, but some kind of information that penetrated the soul. It came from the very depths of the microscopic world, and while the one-dimensional thread vibrated, it also stirred the minds of all intelligent life.

It has a captivating quality, but it's not very obvious.

Because the obvious aspect is at the physical level.

As the leaders and other high-ranking members of the paper civilization stared in disbelief, they "saw" through the detector that the one-dimensional silk was vibrating rapidly like a musical string. Moreover, the vibration at this time was different from the slow one before. Judging from the amplitude of its constant rise and fall, it was fast and crisp, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate.

As the oscillations accelerated, the one-dimensional silk began to pulsate with the notes, looking from afar like an earthworm writhing in water, twisting its body to the beat.

Upon seeing this, the crew of the paper civilization's flagship were stunned. They discovered that their warship was also twisting, as if it had entered the other's resonant frequency. They were so frightened that they immediately adjusted various parameters to stabilize the warship. However, this was not the main point.

In a place unseen by the paper-based civilization, near that one-dimensional thread spanning 7 light-years, sets of strings are joyfully leaping with the vibrations of the one-dimensional thread.

The so-called "sound waves" are transmitted through them. Every time a one-dimensional filament oscillates, a large group of strings resonate.

At this moment, Yue Yuan, who was in third-person driving mode, looked at the virtual monochord in front of him and plucked a string.

As he moved, the various instruments and equipment on the Lyra immediately responded, inputting the information he wanted to input into the 7 light-year-long one-dimensional filament.

After being transformed by the Dream Lyre, Yue Yuan's hand seemed to truly transform into an invisible giant hand, plucking the strings made of one-dimensional silk as if it were the law of heaven and earth. The cosmic sound generated by the vibration of the strings rippled out from the one-dimensional silk, and then traveled from the macroscopic to the microscopic, acting on the cosmic membrane that was used as the soundboard of the single-stringed lyre. Then, the cosmic sound processed by the cosmic membrane was reflected from the microscopic to the macroscopic.

It's like the sound of a zither being emitted, spreading in all directions from the strings and the soundboard.

Thus, to the astonishment of the paper-based civilization, cracks appeared on the battlefield where the two sides clashed. These cracks were small but numerous, densely packed like glass fibers embedded in the starry sky, instantly covering the entire battlefield and starry sky with fissures.

Suddenly, they discovered that a crack had appeared on their paper warship, followed by a second and a third, and soon the paper warship was covered with cracks, just like the void of the battlefield.

Then, the once smooth paper warships shattered like glass, and thousands of paper warships fell apart. But this was not the end. The cracks had spread to the entire battlefield, and the remaining paper warships suffered the same fate.

In less than a breath, all one hundred million paper warships turned to ashes.

In an instant, the space that was originally folded inside the paper warship was released, and the various substances inside the warship expanded in the three-dimensional universe, but they were also quickly torn into pieces by the dense cracks.

The cracks seemed not to be acting on the warships from the outside, but rather as if they were born from within space itself, so much so that the flexible rule shields of the 100 million paper warships had no effect whatsoever, and the 100 million paper warships simply vanished.

The paper civilization's flagship was in a one-dimensional silken state, and it escaped disaster by relying on its line-segment-like body.

Before the paper civilization could react, they discovered that the distant star battlefield had also undergone a change, but it seemed a little different, a difference that was somewhat familiar, because they quickly detected what that difference was: short one-dimensional threads.

Those one-dimensional filaments seem to be a microcosm of this 7-light-year one-dimensional filament.

They actually traversed tens of thousands of light-years and appeared on another battlefield where the two sides were fighting, a battlefield that had already been wiped out by the Awakeners and the Daya civilization.

When this group of one-dimensional beings appeared, the Silver Heart Civilization, which was also fighting against the enemy's seven civilization fleets on the battlefield, was terrified and almost turned and ran away. They thought that the paper civilization had started a large-scale, indiscriminate one-dimensional attack.

However, before the Silver Heart Civilization could escape, they discovered that the places where the group of one-dimensional silk appeared were all on the seven civilization warships of the Rebooters Organization.

It was incredibly precise, terrifyingly precise, down to the last detail. Every one of the remaining warships received a one-dimensional thread.

(End of this chapter)