"One dimension is a point."
"Two dimensions are a plane."
"Three dimensions are reality."
"And the fourth dimension is like treating the world as a film—you can rewind it at will, but you cannot interfere."
"Advancing to the fifth dimension breaks the film's restrictions, allowing you to touch reality during the 'rewind.'"
"The sixth dimension—at least, my sixth dimension—allows multiple versions of myself to split off in the past and see multiple outcomes."
"All of this is based on the past."
"So."
"The seventh dimension must be the future."
"But."
"What is the eighth dimension?"
"And what are the ninth and tenth dimensions?"
"What dimension did this High-Dimensional Virus come from?"
Liu Di stared into the void. "The only hope is for me to enter the seventh dimension and find a way to cure the virus there. Otherwise, I won't have another chance."
Liu Di turned back. A sheet of white paper was taped to the wall, bearing the number "141" in his own handwriting.
For a long time now.
He had dreamed of that number countless times. Wang Mang's DNA truly had the ability to Dream of the Future.
But what did that number mean?
And why hasn't my Time Halberd returned after all this time?
Magic Child's virtual avatar sat on the desk as well, propping his chin up with both hands. "Ah, there are more and more things I don't understand too. But it seems all of this was destined. I'm supposed to grow with you and unravel these mysteries with you."
"Yes, grow together."
Liu Di nodded, then suddenly asked, "Magic Child, if I fail this time—if I can't overcome this High-Dimensional Virus and I die—what will you do?"
Magic Child puckered his lips. "Then I'll die too."
Liu Di sighed. "Magic Child, perhaps you still