Garage Revealed

"Ah, business had gotten hard these days."

Inside the classically decorated shop, the Red-Haired Ghost lay on his side in a slumped pose, like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams.

Several regular big shots had stopped placing orders recently. He had never encountered anything like this before.

But all he had to do was think of that Seal that had vanished for no apparent reason, and he could figure out what had happened with his ass.

The big shots were in conflict. This was no longer their usual harmonious game of amusement, but an irreconcilable clash where they stood directly opposed to one another, possibly escalating to a fight to the death.

For these big shots, who were invincible across different dimensional worlds and stood high above all else, daily life was leisurely and boring.

Knowledge and Truth?

They had no need to explore or research such things. The information hidden within any random corpse already exceeded the limits of what they themselves could contain. Learning it would mean death.

From a pragmatic perspective, the big shots merely needed to learn the answer to a problem from the corpses in their hands.

As for the specific process of solving it, whatever they could know, they could know directly. Whatever they could not know, they would never be able to know.

Naturally, even these powerful corpses had problems they could not solve.

Every corpse was a Hyper-Turing Machine, an enhanced version whose supercomputational power extended the finite computational steps of a Turing Machine into the Transfinite Ordinal stage.

But these Transfinite Ordinals likewise had limits, and the corpses in the hands of the big shots also had countless problems they could not solve.

Of course, there were powers in this world even stronger than those big shots. The