Zongman: The post-2D era

"I have no plans to get married at the moment, and I don't even have a boyfriend right now."

Feng Feng's laughter was like the morning breeze, blowing through Meteora's heart. He took the plate of steaming hot fried eggs and a few slices of golden and crispy toast.

The two sat opposite each other at the dining table, took a bite of breakfast, and a sense of satisfaction instantly filled their lips and teeth. He looked up at Meteora, his bright eyes flashing with curiosity and warmth:

"You came here so early not just to make breakfast for me, right? Is there something good you want to share with me?"

As he spoke, a smile played on his lips and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Meteora's cheeks flushed slightly when she heard this. She walked to the table, gently pulled a chair over and sat down, gesturing with her hands, her eyes flashing with excitement: "Well, actually, I received a report this morning about the vaccine we made together before..."

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, as if every word that followed carried great significance.

"The vaccine is effective, and the government expects to be able to block the Doomsday virus in a month."

The morning light shone through the window onto her serious face, interweaving with the light in her eyes to form a touching picture, which made Feng Feng involuntarily hold his breath and prepare to welcome the joy of the future.

"That's what I expected, but something happened to me yesterday."

Feng Feng put down the cutlery in his hand, a mysterious smile on his lips, his eyes flashing with curiosity and disgust towards the Creator's world.

He gently stroked the edge of the table, as if looking for a suitable opening remark. Finally, he asked in a relaxed yet solemn tone:

"Meteora, have you heard of 'two-dimensional foil'? It is a technological weapon that exists in science fiction. It is said that it can instantly compress three-dimensional space into two dimensions. Imagine that the entire universe and all three-dimensional structures become flat at that moment, spreading out like a scroll..."

His words were like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly attracting all the attention of Meteora.

Her eyes changed from excitement to surprise, and then flashed with a desire for endless exploration of the vast universe.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands unconsciously folded across her chest, as if trying to capture those sci-fi particles floating in the air.

"Two-dimensional foil... wouldn't that be like folding the entire world into paper? Too incredible! If such technology really existed, it would be so shocking and tragic..."

Her voice was full of curiosity and awe about the unknown world. The air between the two of them became solemn and profound during the discussion of this topic, as if there really was a door leading to the depths of the universe slowly opening before their eyes.

"Meteora, are you or the government using the two-dimensional foil to kill anime characters and collect recognition power?"

Chapter 778: Creator's Academy

Thursday, August 15

There is still no clue in the mine where Sakuraman Shu and Bonnie disappeared.

Meteora stood up suddenly, the light outlined her determined figure, and the joy brought by the vaccine was temporarily replaced by a heavier responsibility on her shoulders.

She gently smoothed her hair that was ruffled by the morning breeze, her eyes flashing with unquestionable determination.

"Feng Feng, I have to go." Her words were brief and powerful. As she turned around, a hint of reluctance flashed across her eyes.

"The hospital needs me. I have an important anti-epidemic meeting to preside over today. Although... I really want to share every moment with you, there are still many more people in this world who need us."

As she spoke, she walked towards the door, and each step seemed particularly firm.

After Meteora left, Feng Feng let go of his hands and feet. There was a space fluctuation, and the familiar dimensional rift quietly opened.

Sakuraman Ji's figure appeared on the wall of the mine, and he threw the strange metallic paper in his hand towards Feng Feng.

"It's the two-dimensional foil indeed."

Feng Feng's eyes were fixed on the metallic piece of paper. The two-dimensional foil glowed ominously in the dim light, as if it was the edge of a black hole that could swallow all dimensions.

His breathing involuntarily became rapid and his feet moved backwards unconsciously. Each step was accompanied by the subtle and rapid crushing sound of the slag under his feet, as if time was being accelerated and rewound at this moment.

Dust was raised by his movements, forming gray trails that meandered through the dim mine and eventually disappeared at the edge of the dark cave entrance in the distance.

There was an extremely depressing atmosphere in the air, as if even the air itself was resisting the destructive power represented by the two-dimensional foil.

Feng Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes showed both awe of the power of space and the determination to protect it.

"Sakura Manshu, do you want to destroy the world?"

He knew very well that the decision he made at this moment not only affected his own destiny, but also the safety of countless lives.

Deep in the mine, with mottled light and shadows, Sakuman Ji's figure seemed to blend into the texture of the ancient stone wall. He was hovering in the air in an incredible paper man posture.

Between the paper man's fingers, the two-dimensional foil emitting a cold metallic luster slowly rotated. The surrounding space seemed to solidify, and even the dust was still at the edge of the invisible force field it released.

"I know what I'm doing!"

His eyes were deep, reflecting the ominous light of the two-faced foil, but they were unusually calm.

As he slowly stretched out his other hand, his fingertips lightly touched the thin sheet that was about to change everything, time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

The two-dimensional foil vibrated slightly in his hand, releasing even fainter ripples. Those ripples were not visible to the naked eye, but were subtle fluctuations acting on higher dimensions, causing the surrounding air to seem to distort.

“This is my strength and authority.”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yingman Ji's mouth. That smile seemed both mysterious and attractive in the dim mine, as if it could penetrate all the haze.

He took a slow step forward, and the mineral ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly at this moment, responding to his inner determination and expectation.

In those deep eyes, the cold light of Erxiang Bao and his longing for the future were intertwined, forming an indescribable charm.

"Feng Feng," his voice was low and magnetic, echoing in the empty mine.

"You have seen its power, which is the power that can reshape the order and rules of this Creator world."

“Now, as a winner, I extend my hand to you and invite you to become my partner in exploring the unknown and changing my destiny. Let us harness this power together to create a new era for our anime characters.”

Feng Feng stared at the floating figure deep in the mine with a sharp gaze, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under his control.

He slowly raised his right hand, with his fingers slightly bent, making a clear gesture of refusal. At the same time, his voice was steady and powerful, penetrating the silence of the mine:

"Sakuragi Shu, put away your two-dimensional foil. We don't have to bet the world on this game."

The morning light shone through the sparse holes and onto his resolute face, outlining a somewhat inviolable outline.

His eyes showed both vigilance against unknown forces and persistence in justice.

"My partner will not spread the virus, threaten me, or deceive Bonnie."

As the words fell, Feng Feng took a step forward, his steps revealing unquestionable confidence and composure, as if every step was stepping on the vein of fate.

"You were once the school emperor. I actually have an academy as well."

Feng Feng's eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing through the darkness and shooting straight at Yingman Ji at the edge of the cave.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly raised his right hand, with five fingers spread out, as if he was holding an invisible force, and pointed directly at the two-dimensional foil in Sakuraman Shu's hand. His voice was low and firm:

"Sakuraman Shu, I have long seen through your ambitions. Now, it is time to put down the two-dimensional foil in your hand and return Bonnie to me unharmed."

The morning light outlined a golden silhouette behind him, lengthening his figure, making him appear even more majestic and inviolable.

His eyes flashed with a determination that refuted no rejection, and every word he said was like a hammer, hitting every inch of space in the mine.

"What a shame. You have quite a bit of strength."

Sakuraman Ji's movements were filled with a hint of helplessness and relief. He raised his wrist slightly, and the two-dimensional foil seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, cutting through the stagnant air, drawing a cold arc, and heading straight for Feng Feng.

Feng Feng did not move, his eyes were fixed on the deadly object flying towards him, and suddenly a faint light appeared around him, which was the protective power inherited by the academy.

As Erxiang Bao approached, the space behind Feng Feng seemed to distort, and a vague and solemn academy shadow slowly emerged, constantly changing its style.

In Sakuraman Ji's eyes, it was an ancient institution floating in the void, with carved beams and painted buildings, shrouded in clouds and mist, and every brick and tile revealed the vicissitudes of time and endless wisdom.

This phantom seemed to have substance, tightly surrounding Feng Feng and building an indestructible barrier for him.

The two-dimensional foil, like a metal cube, drew a cold trajectory in the air and headed straight towards Feng Feng.

At this moment, the light around Feng Feng suddenly intensified, as if he was no longer a mortal in the mine, but had merged into the shadow of the ancient academy behind him.

At the same time, subtle ripples began to appear on the edges of his body, as if being gently smoothed by an invisible hand, gradually becoming transparent and thin.

The figures in the shadow of the academy gradually became clear. They were the phantoms of students from past generations. Some of them stood with swords in their hands, while others played the piano and hummed. Their eyes were full of desire for knowledge and adherence to the truth.

These phantoms surrounded Feng Feng and, using an ancient and mysterious ritual, gathered their power into a brilliant curtain of light to confront Er Xiang Foil's destructive power.

There was a solemn and tense atmosphere in the air, and time seemed to freeze again, leaving only the silent contest between the two-dimensional foil and the light curtain, and the faint sound of space distortion, echoing in the mine.

Sakuraman Shu's eyes were full of disbelief. He watched helplessly as the two-dimensional foil, which should have destroyed everything, was gently pinched by Feng Feng's two fingers with incredible speed and precision at the moment it approached him, as if it was just a light feather.

The morning light seemed even brighter at this moment, penetrating the cold metal surface of the Erxiang foil and reflecting Feng Feng's deep and calm eyes.

The Erxiang Foil trembled slightly between Fengfeng's fingers, making a subtle but harsh buzzing sound, as if it was unwilling to be bound and wanted to break free from the sudden shackles.

Chapter 779: The Creator's Two Worlds

Thursday, August 15

Feng Feng's fingers were like iron clamps, steady and firm, without the slightest wavering.

The surrounding space became even more distorted due to this sudden stillness, as if even time had stopped.

"The method that Meteora studied for a day really worked."

Feng Feng's brows were tightly knitted together, and there was a faint light flickering on his forehead. That was due to the destructive energy released by the two-dimensional foil in his hand that he was suppressing with all his strength.

Although his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, they revealed unquestionable power and majesty. The morning light shone through the narrow hole, dappled on his resolute face, giving him a layer of sacred glory.

"Yingman Ji," Feng Feng's voice was low and clear, and every word seemed to carry a shocking power, echoing in the mine.

"Your ambition and madness have caused too many innocent people to suffer. Now, it's time to end it all. Surrender, let go of your obsession, and perhaps you can find a way to redemption."

A black circular space passage appeared between the blue-gray walls of the mine, and Feng Feng stepped into it.

The moment Feng Feng stepped into the black circular space channel, the surrounding scene changed suddenly, as if he had passed through a crack in time and space.

He found himself in a bizarre world. The sky was no longer the familiar blue, but a vortex of countless brilliant colors, slowly rotating and reflecting the strange scene below.

Before my eyes, huge paintings are floating in the air. The characters in the paintings are lifelike, laughing or crying, as if they have their own emotions and life.

They shuttle between paintings, ignoring the constraints of physics, and weaving dreamy and absurd stories.

And those trees, even more subvert common sense. They have lush branches and leaves, and each leaf emits a faint fluorescence, gathering into a dazzling starry forest. The treetops are towering into the clouds, and the roots are winding in the void like streams, forming a breath-taking spectacle.

Feng Feng's eyes were as sharp as torches, instantly locking onto the sudden figure.

Against the strange background of brilliant colors, Sakuraman Ji looks particularly out of place in his slightly old high school uniform.

He stood under a giant fluorescent tree, raised his hands lightly in a gesture of surrender, and a complex smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, which contained both relief and reluctance.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, dappled onto his slightly immature face, giving him a soft golden edge, but it could not conceal the unfulfilled ambitions that flickered in his deep eyes.

Everything around seemed to be still, only the wind, with the rustling sound of leaves, blew gently, adding a bit of unreal tranquility to this scene of tense confrontation.