It’s always been one thousand light-years per second.
After a long while, Ren Zhong waved his hand, "Stop here, let’s wait for Fleet Headquarters, there’s no need to go any further back."
"Uncle, what’s the matter?"
Sun Ai noticed a certain lancholy in Ren Zhong’s tone, a sowhat hollow feeling, seeming slightly desolate.
Ren Zhong shook his head, "It’s nothing."
In truth, he was now certain; the mont he flew out of the boundary, he lost his Resurrection Ability.
It happened very suddenly, with no warning, and there were no grand cosmic phenona to mark the occasion, making him feel as if he had punched hard into cotton despite all the ntal preparation.
He reclined in the pilot’s seat, fingers gently tapping the armrest.
Monts later, he reopened his notebook, turned to the last page, and stared at the number 7740, losing himself in thought for a long ti.
Then he picked up the notebook, raised his hand, and tossed it into the nearby passageway. He then switched the beam energy cannon to dispersion mode, aiming ahead.
A diffused beam blasted out from the cannon muzzle at the front of the shuttle, perfectly hitting the notebook, decomposing it into basic particles within 0.001 seconds.
"It’s over."
He muttered softly.
Having used the resurrection 7,740 tis, he completed the accumulation of original ability, bridged the knowledge gap as a "ancient person" from the 21st century with the Four Kingdoms era in this Ancient Disk Galaxy, restructured Source Star civilization, established a base, and gained the position of Imperial Earl.
No more can be asked for, he has done well enough.
"Phew! It’s actually good, saving the constant thinking that there’s always a way out. Over ti, this has bred complacency in . Small skirmishes within small confines served well enough, but when my influence involves Star Cluster Level, even Star Domain Level, even a universe-wide Resurrection Reset ultimately faces situations where I am powerless."
This is what Ren Zhong thought to himself.
For example, in an upcoming period, if he encounters a large-scale attack covering over two light-years.
With only one month of Resurrection Reset ti, he couldn’t fly out, and resurrecting countless tis just ans repeated death, aningless.
The truly correct approach should be to act more cautiously, never let oneself fall into such a situation.
Thus, although precognition doesn’t seem as overpowered as resurrection, in specific scenarios facing particular needs, it is more crucial.
He was not bewildered, nor distressed.
He even began to appreciate this fate.
Since it has happened, silently accept it.
Next, it’s ti to see the true result.
Ren Zhong clenched his fist.
While waiting for Fleet Headquarters, Ren Zhong, out of personal habit, pondered the principle of resurrection.
He made nurous deductions, established many hypotheses, gradually eliminating them, finally coming up with a sowhat plausible theory.
"In the 21st century, there was a hypothesis. So scientists believed the universe is composed of a basic particle moving at infinite speed. Its speed is so fast it transcends ti, it’s a high-dinsional substance. At the sa ti, it exists everywhere in the universe, releasing information and energy through oscillations."
"These information and energy form the matter and energy in the universe, including radiation waves, neutrinos, quarks, light, and physical matter, all external manifestations of the energy released by the particle."
"Assuming this theory is correct. Before leaving the boundary, the basic particle forming the universe should have been split into two. One larger particle created everything outside the boundary, another smaller particle created everything inside, including myself."
"At the instance I left the boundary, the smaller particle was carried out by my body, and rged with the universe-forming large particle. The two were originally one, rely artificially severed, so their fusion did not trigger any energy turbulence, occurring naturally, akin to diffusion motion after mixing different liquids."
"Moreover, this fusion process should be irreversible. So even if I returned to the once-existent boundary interior, the speed of information transmission remains unchanged, always constant at one thousand light-years per second."
"Earlier, inside this two-light-year radius eggshell, the split-out particle controlled all changes, including space, ti, wave strings, information flows, etc."
"Additionally, the particle was separated by a force, a force that always exists. This force drags the particle, controlling its movent and oscillation, akin to countless threads linking every quark within this space. After my death, this force starts working, pulling everything in this space back to one month earlier, accomplishing the reset."
"In the subsequent ti acceleration, this force drags everything, including ti, forward."
"The previous reset process logically resembles Poincaré recurrence. The difference is Poincaré recurrence uses infinitely long ti, allowing all basic particles to move entirely randomly, eventually forming identical distributions and structures as past ones. This reset however, pulls directly back, like the server rollback in online gas. It’s pseudo-Poincaré recurrence. After my death, ti did not continue to move forward."
"As for where the small particle is hidden? It should be hidden in my consciousness, hence everyone’s thoughts got reset, only I retained all mories. The ’Net’s’ judgnt of Contribution Points is based on my mory gene, which always extends with mory prolongation, causing the ’Net’ to misjudge, and allowing to completely inherit the Contribution Points obtained via hypnosis upon death."
Thinking of this, Ren Zhong took a deep breath, feeling he uncovered yet another grand secret.
Every reset of everything within the area inevitably consus energy.
The subsequent ti acceleration still consus energy.
These forces break the energy conservation within the universe, disrupt normal operation, even alter universal constants.
This energy can only co from outside the universe.
What is this mysterious force that split the universe into two?
Where did it co from?
Who controls it?
What is the intention?
Ren Zhong opened the shuttle’s cover, his gaze passing through the transparent shield, looking into the dark universe, softly murmuring.
"Who are you? Why do you help ?"
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