Late at night, the only sound in the study was the hum of the computer's internal fan.
Zhang Qi rubbed his temples, his expression somewhat complicated.
The other versions of him had been right. This world ran far deeper than he had initially imagined.
There were precedents for worlds with similar structures.
The world of Digimon was a typical example: the human real world and the Digital World composed of data were two independent planes existing in different "phases."
The two worlds were clearly separate, yet they were connected and influenced one another through the unique medium of the "network."
Human emotions and will could interfere with the evolution of the Digital World through data networks, even giving rise to powerful Digimon;
Likewise, the existence of the Digital World could in turn distort the physical laws of the real world, triggering all manner of inconceivable phenomena.
But the situation here was clearly more complicated—and more chaotic.
There seemed to be no solid, firewall-like barrier between the different phases of this world.
They were like countless translucent sheets of cellophane painted with different scenery, piled layer upon layer in a completely irregular manner.
They permeated one another, light and shadow interweaving, their laws contaminating each other to form a bizarre composite reality.
More importantly, the conditions for new phases to form were unbelievably lax.
Any seed of "fantasy" powerful enough, cohesive enough, and self-consistent enough could take root here once planted, eventually growing into a towering tree capable of warping reality.
The various abilities he currently used that did not belong to this world's system—Double Full Hands, Moon Spirit Essence, and even his access to knowledge from other worlds.
Their source was not merely a projection of power, but a nascent "phase" that belonged solely to him.
And the catalyst for