Just like that, Alien Empera dissipated within the Cosmo Miracle Attack, and together with the Dark Armor, he turned into particles of light.
In the space beyond Earth, the pitch-black Imperial fleet, having lost its Emperor, soon collapsed before the Ultra Garrison that had arrived across space.
Beneath Tokyo's night sky, the golden giant slowly faded under the gaze of countless people, finally dispersing into specks of light that filled the sky.
The cheers had yet to die down as people celebrated their victory.
The crisis seemed to be over.
But the crisis in another universe had only just begun.
Three-Body World, China, Institute of High-Energy Physics.
It was already three in the morning, yet the institute remained brightly lit.
The control room was deathly silent, broken only by the monotonous hum of the cooling fans in the server racks.
The air was filled with the mingled smell of cheap instant coffee and ozone produced by overheating equipment.
The ghostly glow cast by dozens of LCD monitors illuminated pale, grim faces.
Professor Chu Heng took off his glasses for the fifth time and repeatedly wiped the lenses with a cloth that had already turned somewhat gray.
He stared at the several curves on the main screen, which should have overlapped perfectly but were now dancing about like drunkards, and felt as though someone were pulling the rug out from beneath his worldview.
"How... is this possible?"
He muttered to himself, his voice dry as sandpaper scraping against rusted metal.
The same experimental conditions, the same particle source, the same acceleration voltage, the same collision target.
The same initial conditions, yet different experimental results every single time.
It was like standing before an absolutely level billiard table.
Using an absolutely precise mechanical arm, you struck the same cue ball at exactly