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"The ghost is coming!"

As soon as Li Yichen finished speaking, the giant steel python outside the explosion-proof glass let out a muffled roar. The proton beam collided head-on with the metal outside the vacuum tube at near the speed of light.

On the large screen in the control room, massive amounts of data poured down like a waterfall. There was no explosion, no fire, only the waveforms jumping wildly.

Time passed second by second.

Five hours later.

The control room reeked of coffee and sweat. The three large coffee pots were empty.

Old Zhang leaned back in his chair, took off his thick-rimmed reading glasses, and pressed his thumb firmly against his bloodshot eyes. He sighed, his voice hoarse.

"It's been crashed tens of thousands of times already, and the background noise is as smooth as an ice rink. Old Zhou, did we just waste our time today? The probability of this happening is lower than winning the lottery jackpot ten times in a row."

Old Zhou's eyes were glued to the screen, his fingers rubbing the hem of his white coat until it was fuzzy. He ignored Old Zhang, gritting his teeth as he stared at the few green curves.

Academician Chen walked back and forth in front of the workbench, holding an empty paper cup, the soles of his shoes making an annoying squeaking sound as they rubbed against the anti-static floor.

"Academician Li, I'm not doubting your equipment. But theoretically, the pulse guidance of a color charge confinement trap has a window of only one trillionth of a second. Even if the glue ball is produced, can our machine really keep up? This exceeds the limit of classical electronics response time."

"The machine can't keep up, but I can." Li Yichen leaned back in his swivel chair, tossing a USB drive in his hand, his tone calm.

The young researchers exchanged glances, none daring to speak. In their view, how could the human brain possibly react faster than quantum-level physical decay? It was utterly absurd.

"Academician Li, this is no joke." Old Zhang put on his glasses and looked at him seriously.

"It takes at least a fraction of a second for a nerve signal to travel from the brain to the finger. By the time your finger presses down, the glue ball has already decayed into a bunch of multi-π mesons in the tube. This kind of microscopic capture must rely entirely on AI prediction."

Li Yichen caught the USB drive in mid-air and twirled it between his fingertips: "AI predictions will have algorithmic delays. Only when the human brain is directly connected to the physical buttons can that absolute physical singularity be blocked."

"Old Zhang, it's true that ordinary people's nerves are slow. But these hands of mine aren't ordinary hands anymore. You just focus on the screen, leave the rest to me."

A piercing buzzing sound suddenly shattered the silence of the control room.

In the center of the large screen, a sharp peak suddenly appeared on the originally smooth background noise curve!

"Got it!" Old Zhou's voice boomed like a broken gong. He slumped onto the control panel, his finger practically piercing the screen. "0++ state resonance peak! It's out!"

Without saying a word, Li Yichen slammed his hands onto the keyboard before the USB drive he had tossed in mid-air even hit the ground.

The terrifying neural reaction speed granted by the gene evolution drug erupted in full force. Ten fingers blurred across the keyboard, the keyboard switches emitting a series of cracking sounds, as fast as a heavy machine gun firing in rapid succession.

Ling'er's clear system announcement came from the computer speakers:

"Underlying firewall overwrite complete."

"High-energy generation module, pulse guidance activated."

"Superconducting color charge coil, charging!"

He pressed the Enter key heavily.

Outside the explosion-proof glass, the color charge confinement trap beneath the collider glowed with a blinding blue light. The cold fusion reactor unleashed a terrifying burst of electrical energy within a fraction of a second, which flowed into the equipment through superconducting cables.

One quadrillionth of a second. On this microscopic scale, imperceptible to humans, the program takes over the final physical micromanagement.

Inside the vacuum chamber, the artificial color charge force field is closed. It acts like an invisible iron clamp, forcefully trapping the particle that has just been born and is about to dissipate in the next instant.

The alarm lights in the control room were flashing red wildly, and the piercing alarm sounds were continuous.

"Force field closure successful! Energy loop stable!" Li Yichen looked at the screen of his modified laptop and tapped his fingers rapidly a few times.

"Ling'er, extract the sensor data from inside the cavity and project it holographically. Let all the teachers see what they've been searching for their entire lives."

"Received! Data conversion in progress, rendering complete."

In the air above the main control room, several blue light bands intertwined and converged.

A fist-sized energy crystal floated above everyone's heads.

It emits a faint blue halo, and its interior has no physical material structure; it is entirely a pure energy field in motion.

Those energy patterns exhibit perfect sixfold symmetry, like a work of art sculpted by the hand of a deity.

Even more bizarrely, the light around it was slightly distorted, and even space itself seemed to be repelling this monster that did not belong to the macroscopic world.

Even breathing stopped in the control room.

A full ten seconds.

Old Zhang's thick-rimmed glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose. He opened his mouth slightly, making a "clucking" sound in his throat. He futilely grabbed at the air with his hands, trying to explain the phenomenon before him with all the physics knowledge he had learned in his life, only to find his mind blank.

Academician Chen's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the anti-static floor. He held his hands to his chest, his eyes fixed on the dark blue crystal in mid-air, like a devout believer who had seen God.

The young researchers in the corner were dumbfounded. They had studied high-energy physics for seven or eight years, spending their days studying theoretical formulas in textbooks, but today they were witnessing theory become reality.

A doctoral student wearing glasses pinched his thigh, wincing in pain, but didn't dare blink.

"It's done...it's really done..." Old Zhou slammed his hand on the table, tears streaming down his face. He hugged Old Zhang tightly, and the two old men, whose combined age was nearly 160, jumped and danced with joy.

A dozen or so young researchers threw their folders and notebooks everywhere. The cheers and shouts nearly lifted the roof off the control room. Some even hugged each other and cried with excitement.

Li Yichen picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water on the table, took a sip, and then tapped the table with his knuckles.

The crisp sound of the tapping, delivered through the microphone on the control panel, clearly drowned out the cheers from the entire audience.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

"Stop drooling." Li Yichen swiveled his chair to face the group of scientists who were so excited they were practically having a stroke. "If this thing could be mass-produced, do you know what that would mean?"

Old Zhou wiped away his tears, panting, and asked, "Does this mean... the Nobel Prize in Physics can be abolished altogether, and it will be renamed the Great Xia Physics Prize from now on?"

"Your vision is too narrow." Li Yichen held up one finger.

"First, use it to create 'colloidal condensates' that have no atomic structure. Ladies and gentlemen, all materials currently used by mankind, even my vibranium and superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloys, are essentially atoms bound together by electromagnetic forces. As long as they are subjected to a sufficiently large external force, the chemical bonds will break."

But colloid condensates are different; they are the embodiment of the strong interaction force. Using this as armor for interstellar warships, let alone nuclear bombs, even if the enemy blasted our ship with a planet-destroying cannon right in the face, it wouldn't even leave a white mark.

Old Zhang, gripping the table, gasped for breath. The absence of atomic structure meant that conventional physical and energy strikes couldn't find a point of impact for destruction. This completely violated the common sense of classical mechanics.

Li Yichen held up a second finger: "Second, a controlled powerful annihilation reactor. You know how difficult and costly antimatter extraction is."

But the cost of strong annihilation is less than one percent of that. The energy released by the strong interaction is hundreds of times that of nuclear fusion.

A single piece of fuel the size of a fist would be enough to power the entire Great Xia for ten years, approaching the output power of a matter-antimatter reactor.

Academician Chen knelt on the ground, his hands shaking like leaves, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Third." Li Yichen raised his third finger, his gaze sweeping across the entire room. "Matter disintegration weapon. Make it into a directed energy ray; a beam of light shines on it, directly severing the strong interaction forces inside the target."

Whether it's an enemy spaceship or a weapon, as long as it's matter, the atomic nucleus will instantly disintegrate, turning into a pile of free elementary particles, leaving not even ashes.

You could hear a pin drop in the control room.

The old professors listened, their faces turning red and their necks swelling, their whole bodies trembling.

This is no longer scientific research. This is giving human civilization a cheat code, directly forcing the growth of Earth's technological tree.

The holographic projection in mid-air flickered.

The edges of the dark blue crystals began to blur, and cracks appeared in the internal six-fold symmetrical structure.

"Brother, microscopic vortices have appeared in the force field, and the rubber ball is starting to decay." Ling'er's voice came from the computer speakers.

"Activate the emergency venting channel," Li Yichen ordered.

The crystal in the holographic projection shattered completely, dissipating into countless points of light. Outside the explosion-proof glass, the exhaust valve of the color charge confinement trap spewed out a plume of high-temperature white mist. The controlled decay energy was forcibly locked within the cavity by the vibranium shell, emitting a muffled roar.

Li Yichen glanced at the timer in the lower right corner of the screen.

14.7 seconds.

To force a ghost with a lifespan of only one trillionth of a second into the real world for a mere ten seconds.

This proves that the direction is absolutely correct. This period of stability of about ten seconds provides ample theoretical operating window for subsequent micro-management.

It's only a matter of time before humanity can control the fundamental laws of the universe as easily as turning on a tap.

Li Yichen closed his heavy laptop and unplugged the data cable. He stuffed the laptop into his backpack, carried it by the strap with one hand, walked to the explosion-proof glass, and looked down at the color-charge confinement trap below, which was still emitting white mist.

He turned around, looked at Old Zhou who was still staring blankly at the spot where the holographic projection had disappeared, and a smile spread across his face.

"Old Zhou, just watching the projection isn't interesting. Since it can stay stable for over ten seconds, how about we... give a live performance of some 'magic magic' today?"