Chaos Butterfly

Madam Qian did not like war, but she had never feared it either.

Morgan had now stopped thinking and was transforming himself into a "thoughtless existence," something akin to a Containment Item.

To be safe, Madam Qian needed to remain here.

So she took out her phone and dialed a strange number.

The call was quickly answered. The other end was silent, as though waiting for instructions.

"Zhuang Zhuang, the war has begun," Madam Qian said.

Very soon,

a calm, utterly flat artificial female voice came through the phone. "Understood. Please wait."

The Chief of General Staff had not spoken for a very, very long time. She herself had forgotten what her original voice and the sensation of speaking had been like, so she chose to use an artificial electronic voice as her representative.

After receiving the response, Madam Qian hung up. She sat back down on a bench in the small park within the Phoenix Legion camp, looked up at the sky, and felt the psychic tsunami hidden beneath the ordinary blue sky, invisible to ordinary people. The flames of countless souls spiraled upward and intertwined, vast and magnificent, more stirring than the Sky Lantern Festival she had once seen in Chiang Mai.

As she watched,

Madam Qian suddenly smiled.

Did this count as The Old Man and the Sea too?

Only, unlike what Mr. Hemingway had described, the old man and the sea here were filled with the magical abstraction of postmodernism.

At the same time,

within China, the quantum computer Star River Matrix at an affiliated research institution of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the Galaxy supercomputing matrix at Xiang City National University of Science, and the Heavenly Palace Matrix buried beneath Jiuquan Base activated one after another! In an instant, electricity from the surrounding areas of