Chaos! The Joker's Devotion!

In the "unknowable horizon," beyond conventional senses, beyond the dimensions of time and space, even beyond most abstract cosmic concepts, Ian's consciousness was like dandelion seeds scattering on a breeze, and like billions of motes of dust diffused through an endless sea of stars, quietly suspended and spreading in a superposed state of both existence and nonexistence.

He had not "died," nor had he "fallen asleep."

The Saint of Killers' bullet, which contained the concept of "ending," had indeed erased his "definite real existence" on that specific narrative line. But his essence, in the instant before the bullet struck, had already completed a world-shaking transformation from "point" to "field," from "individual" to "cloud of possibility."

Thus, his consciousness, memories, and will had been dismantled, encoded, and dispersed into every fundamental particle that made up his body, every fluctuation of energy, and every influence born from them, all existing within the infinite quantum possibilities connected to his existence. This was a form of life difficult to comprehend.

Everywhere, yet nowhere to be found.

It was the ultimate manifestation of a high-dimensional effect on the level of macroscopic existence.

[Ding! Detected bloodline descendant · secondary derivative "producing life activity"----]

[Mutation Overlord "Experience +1"]

[Mutation Overlord "Experience +1"]

[Mutation Overlord "Experience +1"]

[----]

Right there, within that vast, silent "field" state that was neither life nor death.

An extremely faint, yet continuous stream of prompt messages carrying some strange "gamified" flavor rippled out like pebbles dropped into a calm lake.

At first, the information flow came in fits and starts, like a radio with a bad connection. But soon, as the prompts of "Experience +1" grew denser and more coherent, they finally merged into a trickling stream, ceaselessly washing over Ian's core consciousness in its diffused state.

"Mm----?"

A hazy sense of "being