Magic Child's image appeared in Liu Di's mind.
He still looked like an eight-year-old boy, except countless streams of blue information drifted around his body like ribbons.
The information density within them was astonishing. Every 0.001 nanometers contained 800 million yottabytes of information, with storage efficiency N times greater than humanity's most efficient devices.
This was 99 percent of all information in the universe, collected over a long period by Liu Di and Magic Child through the Cosmic Grid, Boundless, and the Cosmic Equation.
To Magic Child, this information formed the world.
Condensing that information was no different from condensing space.
The ribbons flickered, abruptly froze, then shrank into Magic Child's brow in an instant before being expelled again the next instant. Both their drifting forms and informational content changed. Time was jumping.
Liu Di watched Magic Child. "His operating method seems to have undergone a fundamental change."
For some reason, Magic Child slightly closed his eyes. An Information Storm curled around him, giving off the sense of an untouchable electronic god who could only be observed from afar.
Suddenly, Magic Child raised a thumbs-up. Still with his eyes closed, he flashed a sly smile. "Liu Di, it's done. Let's fuck them up."
Liu Di paused, then smiled faintly as well.
Through the Sample Space, Liu Di looked toward the battlefield.
He was caught somewhat off guard.
Feng was covered in wounds, drenched in blood, and gasping for breath. His entire body flickered strangely, as though his soul was about to scatter.
Liu Di immediately asked, "Magic Child, when you were upgrading your sequence just now, I had no sense of time. How long did it take?"
Magic Child replied, "Five hours, eight minutes, and twenty-three seconds."
Liu Di's expression turned grim.
Feng had been tortured for five hours, eight