After leaving the palace, the streets of the Como Royal Capital were unusually quiet at night. The nighttime curfew had everyone shutting their doors and windows tight. As Chen Cheng walked through the cold, deserted streets, he kept thinking about the argument he had had with Chen Cheng Two.
To be honest, ever since hearing the box theory from Chen Cheng Two, he had truly felt somewhat self-destructive.
A quantum state was inherently uncertain. Everything done amid that uncertainty would become meaningless once it collapsed.
So Chen Cheng had truly wanted to give up.
But after today's argument with Chen Cheng Two, he had regained his confidence.
Things like opening a quantum box were too profound and too distant. Here and now, though, among the countless living beings he could see, it was always good if he could do something for them.
Like that cat—of course he did not want it to be a dead cat once the box was opened. So before anyone knew what lay inside the box, it would go through whatever journey it had to endure.
Perhaps it chose to lie flat and rot, or perhaps it fought with all its might to survive. But once the final result collapsed, at least that cat would have done everything it could.
As he reached a crossroads, cold moonlight spilled down. Just as he was hesitating, the voice of patrolling city guards broke through his turmoil.
"Who goes there?"
It had to be said that sudden real-life situations like this were the best cure for his literary youth syndrome.
He picked a direction and fled, with the patrolling city guards pursuing him relentlessly from behind.
"Stop right there!"
Before he knew it, Chen Cheng had shaken off the patrols and arrived in the official inn district.
Since he