Structural Limits of Thought

Seven days.

This was information terrifying beyond imagination.

A great god, with a lifespan of eight or nine thousand years, had been forced into a situation where he could only live for seven days? It was clear just how brutal things had become.

"We're finished too."

Meanwhile, the entire Mechanical Exploration Team wore despairing expressions.

Even gods had been driven to such a state. They could not even enter High-Dimensional Space-Time. They had considered themselves an advanced race of the universe, with an unimaginably powerful empire that colonized the stars, yet now all their dignity had been ruthlessly crushed as though they were rotten wood.

Only after this outbreak did they realize how incomparably weak they were.

They gripped their machine guns nervously and looked around. "We can't see their movements at all. If the Sword God hadn't set up this protective barrier for us, we would've been torn apart instantly!"

In low-dimensional space-time, they were like nearly motionless statues before high-dimensional creatures. They were not lifeforms from the same dimensional space at all.

"W-We have to survive!"

Their expressions were urgent. "Protective barriers, resources... We need to build military factories, gather minerals, and produce an army! We are the Empire's elite soldiers. We have our pride!"

They had brought the finest equipment, so naturally they also had Space Rings. Inside were numerous emergency devices for dangerous situations, as well as the highest-grade intelligent assistance systems. They contained a great deal of technological construction data, enough for them to redevelop civilization.

Gusla was slightly surprised. "These little fellows are following the path of ancient times. Back then, the Technology Side—their ancestors—also built military factories here in hopes of passing the selection assessment."

The Technology Side and the Extraordinary Side.

Among the two hundred million geniuses, these two types of civilization