Low Dimension—a realm even myths were unwilling to set foot in.
Here, countless Memes were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. They influenced and restrained one another, then coexisted, together forming an utterly bizarre world.
—Memes were the cheapest things in Low Dimension.
"So we're really in Low Dimension now?"
Looking at the red-roofed corrugated iron house in the distance, which was as enormous as a mountain range, Ye Zhiyu Ling still looked shaken.
The previous change had happened far too suddenly. Before he could react, some Meme had used Dimensional Strike to seal him inside a photo.
Although, from Bai Zhi and the others' perspective, he was the one who had vanished, for him—whose surroundings had seamlessly shifted into an identical scene—the ones who had disappeared were the others.
—In other words, at the time, he had not realized at all that he had been trapped inside a photo.
Even more terrifyingly, the objects inside the photos possessed the same Traits as the objects in that room, continuously sealing and assimilating him in layer upon layer of Matryoshkas.
For example, when he had accidentally been trapped inside a crystal ball in the first photo, the camera had unknowingly taken another picture within that photo, trapping him inside a new one. It kept repeating like that, one layer overlapping another.
An endless matryoshka, layer upon layer.
Fortunately, the Elf King had taken them out of that room in time, preventing the matryoshka from stacking for too long. Otherwise, if enough time had passed, he really might have been trapped inside with no way out.
...In the end, he had been found inside a crystal ball beneath a bookcase reflected in a mirror in a photo inside a drawer in the first photo. That crystal ball had been rolling