The Upper Narrative Layer

Heaven Dou City, the resplendent and magnificent Crown Prince's palace.

Qian Renxue shed Xue Qinghe's disguise and removed her formal Crown Prince's robes, fully revealing her true appearance as a young girl.

A lavishly exquisite gown accentuated her delicate, graceful figure. Her long, brilliant golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She had been born a peerless beauty.

The girl sat before her dressing table, her fair little hands gently brushing over collarbones delicate enough to hold fish. Her jade-white skin seemed fragile enough to break at a touch beneath the lamplight.

Yet beneath that breathtaking beauty, Qian Renxue's eyes were clouded with exhaustion that would not fade.

Even so, that weariness did not diminish her stunning beauty. Instead, it added a touch of heartbreaking vulnerability.

"This All-Continent Spirit Master Elite Tournament truly has produced so many exceptional talents. Especially Tang San—where did those hidden weapons in his hands come from?"

Qian Renxue's red lips moved slightly. Her alluring cherry-red mouth made one unable to resist the urge to kiss it...

"Sigh, I'll find another chance to see if I can recruit him. If that doesn't work..."

She did not say the rest aloud, but a cold flash of killing intent quietly passed through her eyes.

Qian Renxue turned and stepped away, gazing at the haggard yet beautiful reflection in the glass mirror. Her thoughts drifted despite herself.

More than a decade of lying low, wearing a mask, pretending to be the heir apparent Xue Qinghe, abandoning the heart of a young girl, burying the pride of the Angel God...

She had spent the most beautiful years of a woman's life, sacrificed the time most suitable for a Soul Master's cultivation, and spent day after day navigating the power struggles of the court.

Acting, enduring, scheming...

Was all of this truly worth it?

"It is. All of it is worth it!"

Her confusion vanished in an instant. Qian Renxue suddenly clenched her fist and murmured softly.

There was no turning back now...

From the beginning of the plan until this moment, this had been her own choice. Therefore, she had to succeed—to live up to the time she had lost, and to prove herself to that woman!

The night gradually deepened...

The evening breeze drifted past, stirring the silk curtains.

Qian Renxue let out a soft sigh, and determination returned to her eyes.

She would succeed. She would win!

The girl's delicate body gradually relaxed. She changed into a silk nightgown and was just about to go to bed.

At that moment, her vision suddenly blurred for an instant.

When Qian Renxue opened her eyes again, an oddly shaped notebook had somehow appeared out of thin air on the dressing table.

[High-Dimensional Visitor Qin Moyu's Diary Copy—Exclusive to Qian Renxue]

"A diary? But there was clearly nothing here just now..."

Qian Renxue's breath caught, and every nerve in her body instantly tensed!

She did not dare be careless. She immediately extended her gentle spiritual power, which swept over the entire Crown Prince's palace like vast rippling water.

Yet everything around her was incomparably calm. There seemed never to have been anything unusual here, aside from the notebook before her...

To bypass the senses of the two Title Douluo, Snake Lance and Pufferfish, and infiltrate the heavily guarded Heaven Dou Imperial Palace right beneath their noses—just what level of strength did the person behind this possess?

Wariness immediately rose in Qian Renxue's heart. She forcibly calmed herself before withdrawing her spiritual power and taking the diary in her hand with a complicated expression...

Since it had come, she would deal with it.

Then she would see what the "person" who had placed this diary here truly wanted.

As the first page of the diary opened, Qian Renxue could no longer maintain the calm expression on her face...

[I told you not to add three spoonfuls of sugar. Those Black fans really have no manners, always talking trash about my idol.]

[I'm really not going to be a Black fan anymore. I only awakened my system after transmigrating to Douluo Continent for a full five years. Some big shot must be targeting me. Sure enough, the netizens were right—respecting three spoonfuls is the correct thing to do!]

[This little rat has long been a diehard fan of Three Spoonfuls! A ten-year fan reporting in uninvited!]

"???"

Qian Renxue looked utterly lost, countless question marks practically appearing in her mind.

Three spoonfuls of sugar? Little rat? And transmigration, a system... what kind of words were these?

System awakening—was that some new type of martial soul?

The diary's narrator used a blunt, distinctly modern manner of speaking that Qian Renxue found unfamiliar for a moment. Still, she chose to adapt to its style and continued reading patiently.

[To be honest, Diary System, I don't think you're a proper system either. What proper person writes a diary?]

[But then again, I can freeload rewards just by writing a diary. In that case, I admit that I'm not a proper person either!]

[The diary topic can be customized every day. The topic for the first day is... what are "high-dimensional visitors," "transmigration," and "systems"?]

[These three terms are also relatively new terms derived from modern online literature. Basically, anyone who has read novels can answer them.]

[A high-dimensional visitor is a transmigrator from a higher-dimensional world. They may carry special abilities that a lower-dimensional world cannot comprehend.]

[The concept of dimensions is rather obscure and difficult to understand, but I do have an abstract way of explaining it.]

[The third dimension is the three-dimensional world we live in. It has three directions: front and back, left and right, up and down, corresponding to the x, y, and z axes in mathematics.]

[Douluo Continent is a standard three-dimensional world.]

At this point, Qian Renxue's expression shifted slightly.

Although she did not understand what x, y, and z coordinate axes were, she could barely understand the explanation regarding directions.

[A two-dimensional world is a flat image. The most intuitive examples are short videos, animation, and paintings... There are only up and down, left and right—the x and y axes.]

[A one-dimensional world is even simpler. There is only one direction, the left-right x-axis. The most intuitive example is text. The novels we usually read can be understood as one-dimensional worlds.]

[As for zero dimensions, it is simply a single point with no directions at all. It does not even count as text. By the way, if anyone wants to reduce a three-dimensional body to zero dimensions, my advice is to crawl into a black hole and stay there for a while...]

These explanations of dimensions were simple and easy to understand, and Qian Renxue's previously muddled thoughts suddenly became clear.

Although there were still many concepts Qian Renxue could not understand, these advanced terms had never appeared on Douluo Continent before!

The girl unconsciously sat up straighter, put away her disdain, and began reading with earnest attention.

[After introducing dimensions, I have to mention dimensional suppression. It is a complete and absolute crushing force that cannot be resisted!]

[Smart people must have already noticed a blind spot. A novel made up of words is itself a one-dimensional world, such as the Douluo Continent I transmigrated into...]

[Then you will realize that text can be written by an author in a three-dimensional world. Let me give the simplest example...]

[Chief Black was a Black police chief in New York Town. He had lived an upright and honorable life, yet the next day, he was exposed as a hidden murderer and was ultimately shot to death in public by a white deputy chief.]

[There is no logic whatsoever in this passage. Setting aside the claim that he was upright and honorable, why could a Black man become a police officer in New York Town? Why was he not discovered to be a hidden murderer until the next day? How did he become chief in the first place? How did he pass the background check?]

[As long as the author of the upper narrative layer does not fill in the logical gaps in this plot, this one-dimensional world is destined to follow this absurd script. Since the narrative-layer author does not consider logic, the script does not need to consider plausibility either.]

[At this point, some well-endowed handsome guys will have another question: if we casually write down a line of text, can we really create such an illogical world out of thin air?]

[This involves a philosophical question: Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly. You do not know whether you became a butterfly, or whether the butterfly became Zhuang Zhou.]

[So, now that we've reached this point, since we have no means of observing lower-dimensional worlds, how can we be so certain that the one-dimensional world created by this passage does not exist?]

[Not seeing something ≠ it does not exist.]

[This also explains why dimensional crushing cannot be resisted. Take Chief Black, the Black police chief I just described. The writer can simply continue writing:]

[On the third day, Chief Black safely returned to the police station. He was actually Zhongli, who had faked his death. The murder charge had also been fabricated by someone else. After clearing his name, Chief Black was reinstated and once again became the police chief of New York Town.]

[Congratulations, the Black police chief of New York Town has returned once more. The evil white deputy chief's "Blackhead Removal" plan has failed. (Sad)]

[Back to the topic: high-dimensional visitors possess special abilities that lower dimensions cannot comprehend.]

[And systems are the most common cheat abilities for transmigrators. From another perspective, they are the special abilities of high-dimensional visitors.]

Having explained the three entirely new concepts in one breath, the words in the diary paused briefly, as though the writer were considering what to write next...

[Speaking of transmigration, I still find it absurd even now. Douluo Continent was clearly just a world described in a novel, yet it now truly stands before my eyes.]

[Did I transmigrate into a lower-dimensional world? But that isn't right either. To me now, Douluo Continent is undeniably a three-dimensional world...]

[Perhaps one phrase can explain it. In the containment-object cosmology, there is a term called "narrative layer." The world of Douluo Continent is an illusory bubble existing within the Delusion Domain.]

[Everything within this bubble is a fantasy painted by the one holding the pen. In essence, Douluo Continent is a fictional world.]

In just a few short lines, the message was clearly transmitted through the Diary Copy.

Soul Land I Bibi Dong: The Rakshasa God is fake???

Soul Land I Bo Saixi: The Sea God is fake???

Soul Land II Xiao Wu: The God Realm is fake???

Soul Land II Tang Ya: Ancestor Tang San is fake???

Soul Land I Silver Dragon King: Zzz...

Soul Land III Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena: The Dragon God is not fake, damn humans!!!

Countless diary holders had, just a moment ago, been marveling at how clear and easy to understand Qin Moyu's explanation of dimensions was—and how frightening it was.

Yet in the next moment, the statement that "all of Douluo is the Delusion Domain" directly shattered the worldview everyone had built over countless years. Douluo Continent was fake too?