Where is the third collapse? ! !

The most deadly thing is that her entire shoulders and small upper body are swaying left and right to the rhythm with a precise frequency, like a human metronome. This serious and devilish twisting is even more demonic!

The movements of the three people are unique yet strangely synchronized in a certain strange rhythm. Coupled with the limited space in the carriage, the picture is crowded with swaying figures, and there is a natural humor in the chaos.

Kallen was beside herself with delight. "See? That's it! I made a quick decision and used the Jim Carrey trio's classic 'What Is Love' as background music, edited it a bit to get the beat in sync, and posted it. It's already gotten over a million views!"

The edges of the virtual screen were filled with various comments rolling crazily like a waterfall.

"What the heck! What kind of massive atavism is this?"

Human Behavior Awards

Multi-person sports

"Trivia, everyone in front of the screen doesn't have to shake their heads."

Mei looked at the three devilishly swaying figures on the screen, then at the overwhelming barrage of comments. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, her slender eyebrows raised high: "How much can I earn?"

"I can't make much money right now. Beta Station has slashed the incentives for creatives." Kallen restrained her movements and asked tentatively, "How about... I post it on other websites and see?"

Mei remained silent.

She looked at Fu Li's wild head shaking, Kiana's almost crazy swaying, and Bronya's cute yet precise mechanical dance-like swaying.

The few seconds seemed stretched out.

Finally, she slowly uttered a single word, clear, firm, and even with a hint of resignation:

"hair!"

———End of Volume 4

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Interlude: "Galactus"

It has no name. The language and definition of the star field where it was born have long been annihilated in the singularity of dimensional collapse.

Xuan'an, Void Devourer, Tomb of Stars, Source of Terror...

The names given to it by the civilizations in its path out of fear are nothing more than the instinctive fear projection of low-entropy life towards incomprehensible phenomena.

It perceives the universe not through light or electromagnetic waves, but through the subtle wrinkles in space itself, the complex melodies played by matter and energy on the strings of gravity.

It is a highly ordered, flowing collection of consciousness composed of dark matter and strange energy.

At its core, it is driven by an instinctive command so ancient that it transcends the records of time - the anti-entropy of the self.

Taking the science summarized by humans as an example, in an isolated system, entropy will always increase spontaneously, that is, the system will move from order to disorder.

When a life devours a star, it is actually using external energy to maintain its own low entropy state, which is a local anti-entropy behavior.

Driven by instructions, the newly born creature wanders in the universe, sensing the stardust and cold interstellar gas along the way;

The death throes of a blue supergiant star have also been observed at the edge of the Orion spiral arm.

To it, that magnificent supernova explosion was the maturation of a precious seed.

It changed its trajectory and slid towards the ruins of the nebula that had just cooled down.

Its body gently envelops the remnant of the exploded core, a blazing neutron star.

The powerful gravitational field and radiation storm had no effect on it. The energy flow inside it began to operate like a sophisticated nanomachine, peeling, screening, and transforming.

The structure of the neutron star was analyzed, and the extremely heavy elements it contained were extracted, purified, and transformed into a strange string-based material that shimmered with a dark luster.

These materials are absorbed into its internal structure and become fuel for moving towards the next destination.

At this moment, its sensory string network captured a piece of information: a strong energy pulsation was emitting from a young, active, imaginary element-rich star system.

The source of this pulsation is not the rocky or gaseous planets orbiting the star, nor the star itself, but a precious cosmic structure that travels among the planets.

Among the fragmented fragments of information, this structure is called a cocoon.

So, it embarked on a journey.

Its voyage is not a displacement in the physical sense, but more like gliding in the underlying structure of space-time, using string bridges between gravity wells to make jumps.

Every jump is accompanied by a brief disturbance in the surrounding space and time, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Passing between planets, it could sense the countless rocky bodies, the tiny creatures that relied on chemical energy and electromagnetic waves, and the surge of energy that erupted as a result of its passage—bewilderment, detection, and the ensuing chaos and despair. It didn't care.

Just as a giant whale in the deep sea does not care about the disturbance of barnacles attached to its huge body when it passes by, the activities of those tiny low-entropy life forms that rely on chemical energy and electromagnetic waves are as weak and insignificant to it as background radiation.

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The massive object glides through interstellar dust, spanning two-thirds of the Milky Way's spiral arm.

This cold celestial body, with space structure as its skeleton and gravity and high-dimensional energy flow as its blood, is moving towards its target with precision.

One thousandth of a cosmic time later, it reached the Kuiper Belt.

The target is ahead, and the virtual image projected back by the spatial perception layer is clearly reflected in the core of consciousness - a gently burning yellow star, and the sparsely scattered and simple structured planetary system matter points orbiting around it.

The low-frequency fluctuation signal source of carbon-based life, the planetary basic detection results have no abnormal fluctuation values.

This is the solar system, an ordinary G-type star surrounded by several barren stars.

The density of matter is extremely low and the energy radiation is weak.

If the structure called 'Cocoon' was not located here, it would never have been possible for it to consume energy and travel across half of the galaxy to reach such a desolate border.

The boundary of its structure gently touched the periphery of the target galaxy, and the space-time curvature bubble inside had already been preheated, ready to tear apart and devour everything in front of it, as it had done countless times.

A strange touch suddenly vibrated in the veins of space.

It was not an alarm, but a deep hum and sigh emitted by the space itself.

Invisible pressure ripples brushed across every dimensional support point, and the so-called organs used to perceive the basic laws of the universe conveyed a sense of absurd and distorted astonishment:

In the core area of ​​the target, every empty particle of space seemed to be compressed with a terrifying density equivalent to the total amount of matter in the galaxy.

A geometric paradox, a unique logical black hole.

The discomfort ran through Galactus's nonlinear thought circuits like an icy electric current.

But the devouring command deep in the core instantly overwhelmed the insignificant spatial noise.

Meaningless interference and the noise of space folds occasionally occur.

The goal remains clear.

The thrust command intensified, gravity and space-time tearing fields coalescing into a vortex of extreme hunger in front of the structure.

The huge body crashed into the Kuiper Belt ice layer at the edge of the solar system——

"Ouch!"

At the entrance of an amusement park in a city on Earth, a little boy was waiting for his mother to come back from buying ice cream when he was suddenly hit on the head by a small object that fell from the sky.

He pouted and looked around, picking up a thumb-sized glass bead from the ground.

"what is this?"

He looked at it curiously and subconsciously put it in his mouth to take a bite and taste it.

"Dirty! You kid, why do you have to pick up all the trash? We have plenty at home!"

The mother came back in time and slapped the "glass beads" from her son's hand, and kicked him again as if she was not satisfied.

An indescribable oppressive force descended from above the Galactus Devourer.

The flexible material called 'sole' instantly exceeded its stress limit.

The structure shattered and collapsed, and the shell material turned into powdered crystals.

"It's even oozing pus, so disgusting!"

Amid the woman's disgusted cry, the last glimmer of blue light trapped inside - the afterimage of consciousness - emitted a low-frequency whine that could not be captured by the external physical field at the moment of structural disintegration, and was immediately completely dispersed, assimilated, and annihilated by the surrounding warm and oxygen-rich mixed molecular flow.

The Galactus, which once crossed the galaxy and devoured stars countless times, turned into a handful of fragments no different from sand and seeped into the unfamiliar soil.

1.5 million kilometers away, the sun burns peacefully in endless nuclear fusion, pouring eternal golden light and heat into the universe, and is silent about the momentary and insignificant annihilation of the planet below.

When the only thing left in the universe is the stellar wind blowing through the stardust, the subtle and indistinguishable singing seems to be chanting a fleeting dust elegy about ignorance and scale.

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Intermission: "The Li Li team is invincible!"

Front row reminder - before reading this interlude, it is recommended to watch Chapter 43 of this volume "Two or Three Things from Last Week's Program (Fu Li, Yun Li and the Herrscher of Consciousness)". This chapter is a sequel to last week's program of this chapter. It will be better to read it together with the following parts!

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The moon hung low in the sky, bright white but without any warmth, casting a cold pale white shadow on the ground; crickets chirped tirelessly in the dark, their cries adding a touch of desolation.

On the seventh day of the seventh month in 2017, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the door of the temporary rental house was roughly pushed open by a pair of hands from the outside. A thin figure leaned against the door, like a piece of broken wood broken by wind and rain.

The young man held onto the cold wall and staggered into the house. His steps were unsteady, as if he was walking on quicksand.

The strong, almost tangible smell of alcohol fluttered around him like a flag declaring defeat.

The strong physique brought by the A-level exception should be immune to the erosion of regular alcohol, but now it succumbs to the brutal paralysis of low-quality beer, as if the person is using this cheap burning sensation to fill a suddenly torn and bone-chilled hole in the body.

After a few steps, the force supporting his body finally collapsed, and Fu Li fell forward like a puppet without its strings, hitting the hard floor with a loud bang.

The dull sound of impact echoed in the silent room, like the dull thud of a heart falling to the ground.

He mumbled a few words vaguely, struggled to get up, fell down, and got up again... repeating the futile and embarrassing cycle, and exhausted his last bit of strength to throw himself into the soft bed, as if sinking into a bottomless quagmire.

The back of his hand was weakly placed on his burning forehead, and between his fingers, the pair of eyes that were once bright and bright were now only a slit, looking out the window hazily, watching the moonlight as cold as a knife, cutting through the endless and desolate night.

"Is this the man my unruly granddaughter has her eyes on?"

The old voice that suddenly sounded was like a steel knife cutting into the moonlight, with the texture of a rusty sigh.

Fu Li on the bed was unaware of this. The room was filled with emptiness and deathly silence, with only the boy's heavy breathing.

“…Hmm.”

The hunchbacked old man at the door exhaled a foul breath, as if sighing out years of accumulated wind and snow.

He is Huai Yan, the (former) Zhu Ming general of the Taixu Front.

A sacrifice pushed out to be burned by the out-of-control fire of the times.

Sudden death completely detonated the evil curse that was like a powder keg buried deep in the six world bubbles of the Immortal Boat. Even if the plan was thorough, when the gift called immortality was suddenly taken back, the worldly anger could devour reason in an instant.

The eternal youth of the Jiazi year may be measured calmly on the scales and commanded from a high position when possessed; however, once lost, it becomes a poison that pierces all defenses.

And this huge anger that has nowhere to be vented needs a target heavy enough to carry it.

So Huai Yan stepped forward, like a huge magnet sucking away the hysterical rage, endured the curses of the people of Xianzhou, and handed over the general seal that symbolized the supreme authority of Zhu Ming.

Those in the know sighed with regret. The shocking battle between Shuhu and Yunli was just the prelude to the final ending. It was the Herrscher of Consciousness who occupied the immortal body of Chiyuan who drew his bow and arrow and pierced Shuhu's fate with the burning Taixu Sword.

Asking an old man like Huaiyan, who has made outstanding contributions, to use his good reputation to quell public anger will only make people feel disheartened and discouraged.

And now, this disheartened old man, burdened with a mountain of burdens and stigma, has set foot here alone.

He wanted to see Fu Li, who stayed by his precious granddaughter's side until the end of her life.

Look at the young rising star who is praised in the intelligence description as being bold and careful. He has the courage to step into the dangerous and treacherous world of the Sequence Leader, and his daily behavior does not leave any room for criticism.

But now?

Huai Yan's cloudy old eyes swept across the defenseless, open door, and then fell on the completely unconscious figure lying on the messy bed.

The door was wide open and everyone was unconscious.

This is the Fu Li who does things flawlessly.

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The moonlight penetrated through the window like withered fingers, dividing the room into a cage of light and darkness.

There are two prisoners in the cage, one is a grandfather who lost his granddaughter, and the other is a teenager who lost his companion (?).

Deathly silence condensed in the rusty air.

After a long time, Huai Yan finally took a step forward, raised his hand, and placed a device with a photo-taking function on the table.