He stepped onto the suspended stone bridge crafted by the Twilight Cultists, walking all the way to the end, where he gazed at the subspace rift hovering amidst the pale streams of light, resembling a purple eye, just within reach.
Murphy took a deep breath and activated the communicator hanging around his neck, saying:
"I’m ready."
"Alright, please hold on a mont. I’m about to adjust the energy supply of the base’s Energy Bay to the Betaprogram to bring it back to suppression mode. During this process, you’ll need to continuously release Oga Energy as the suppression core."
Monica’s slightly distorted voice echoed in Murphy’s ear, as she said:
"The most dangerous step in this process is that you need to approach the subspace rift... I an directly contact it. Although you have been assuring us that you won’t be affected by interference, let’s run a test before the actual operation.
Now please enwrap your hand with the Oga Program and reach it into the subspace rift in front of you."
"Buzz"
A pale light enveloped Murphy’s right hand, and as his blood wings—expanded more than threefold after his ascension and resembling dragon wings—unfurled, they lifted Murphy into the air, extending his hand toward the suppressed subspace rift before him.
When his fingers touched the surface of that purple eyeball-like rift, a dazzling arc of light flashed—a result of the contact between Oga Energy and the chaos aura of the subspace, generating an annihilation reaction.
Murphy ignored the jumping light arcs, expressionlessly continuing to extend his right hand, like reaching into a basin of viscous water, until it was completely engulfed by the subspace rift.
Within the rolling, mirror-like starlight rift, he couldn’t see his hand’s activities on the other side at all. Yet, Murphy felt as if he was reaching into a warm furnace, feeling the heat emanating from his hand.
Perhaps it was the high-frequency annihilation reaction induced by the contact between the Oga Program and the highly concentrated subspace aura.
"No pain, just warmth. I haven’t been contaminated by subspace, nor am I experiencing any illusions or whispers. Everything is normal."
Suspended before the massive purple rift, Murphy maintained the posture of his right hand extended, saying:
"Start the program, Monica, let’s shut down this nerve-wracking thing."
"Copy that! Betaprogram overload initiated!"
Monica’s voice ca through intermittently, due to interference from the communicator’s proximity to the subspace area.
Ordinary spirit energy pearls would’ve shut down long ago under such conditions, which fully proves our Creator’s Engineering is indeed impressive.
As R-9 base’s Energy Bay began to enter overload mode, the pale light streams surrounding the subspace rift imdiately transford from subtle outlines into constrictive beams, like invisible forces pushing them to compress the rift’s range inward, and Murphy, as the core, could feel that pressure.
He had to continually release Oga Energy to annihilate the chaos energy surging towards the rift, allowing the Betaprogram to find an opportunity for suppression and closure in this mutual depletion state.
It equated to transferring the thousand-year bombardnt force previously borne by the Betaprogram entirely onto Murphy. It should be quite unbearable, yet Lord Administrator felt no discomfort, except for the sensation of elevated temperature in his right hand.
This scene further confird to Monica behind him that Lord Administrator’s Oga Program must be the handiwork of the Creator, a precious ans specifically designed to resist and counteract subspace filth.
"Sir Murphy, in five minutes, please apply interference from your current position towards the eighth quadrant below and in front of you as the origin point."
Cent Sister’s voice also ca through the communicator, advising:
"Cardman City is currently being pushed by the Twilight Cultists into the rift between the subspace and the Star Realm. You need to ti it right to prevent the city from being shoved into the subspace."
"But aren’t the two places far apart?"
Murphy queried:
"Can I really impact sothing thousands, even tens of thousands of miles away from here?"
"Yes, because the concept of ’space’ is extrely complex and defies conventional logic within the subspace. I gleaned this understanding from so observational data left in Eden District."
Cent Sister patiently explained:
"Space and ti there are nonlinear and discontinuous. From my observations, things there are filled with a state of ’quantum superposition’.
For example, your right hand that’s reaching into the subspace is at least several thousand kiloters away from your wrist, and it appears randomly within the scope of the subspace with your slightest movent, so by utilizing the super-dinsional computing device of the Land of Creations, I calculated positions combined with specific temporal interference, allowing the interference force you exert to intercede and disrupt the ritual of the Twilight Cultists.
Afterward, by continuously applying such short-frequency interference, you can maneuver Cardman City at the edge of the Star Realm, guiding it to its predetermined landing point.
Have you played with remote-controlled toys before?
Uh... sorry, you probably haven’t, but I ant to say, the principle between these two things is essentially the sa."
"Tch, who are you underestimating?"
Murphy grumbled in his heart:
"I’ve not only played with remote-controlled cars, but I also once owned a cool remote-controlled Transforr, sigh, I wonder who ended up with the stash in my cabinet. Well, whoever inherits my ’King’s Treasury’ please rember to help delete my browser history and the ’study materials’ in the F drive, leaving my reputation intact in another realm.
Such great kindness, unexpressed thanks!
Once this brother makes it on this side, I’ll definitely hook you up with a ti-travel slot!"
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