Upper Narrative Layer

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

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

A gorgeous, luxurious gown accentuated her delicate, graceful figure. Her long golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she had been born with beauty unmatched in the mortal world.

The girl sat before her dressing table, her fair little hands lightly brushing over collarbones deep enough to hold fish. Her jade-white skin seemed soft enough to break with a puff beneath the lamplight.

Yet beneath that breathtaking beauty, Qian Renxue's eyes were shrouded in exhaustion that could not be dispelled.

Even so, that weariness did not diminish her stunning beauty. Instead, it added a touch of fragility that stirred the heart.

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

Qian Renxue's red lips moved slightly. Her delicate cherry mouth was so alluring that one could not help wanting to kiss it...

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

She did not voice the latter half of the sentence, but a trace of icy killing intent quietly flashed through her eyes.

Qian Renxue turned and stepped away, staring at the beautiful yet haggard figure reflected in the glass mirror. Her mind could not help drifting.

More than a decade of lying low, wearing a mask, pretending to be the heir Xue Qinghe, cutting away her girlish nature, burying the pride of the Angel God...

She had spent the most beautiful years of a woman's life and squandered the period most suited for a Spirit Master's cultivation, maneuvering through courtly schemes day after day.

Acting, enduring, plotting...

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 hand and murmured softly.

There was no turning back now...

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

The night gradually deepened...

The evening breeze drifted through the room, stirring the silk curtains.

Qian Renxue let out a soft sigh, and her gaze became resolute once more.

She would succeed. She would win!

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

Just then, 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 breathing abruptly stopped, and every nerve in her body instantly tensed!

She did not dare be careless. She immediately extended her gentle spiritual power, which spread like vast waves and instantly covered the entire Crown Prince's palace.

Yet everything around her remained utterly calm. It seemed as though nothing unusual had ever happened here, apart from the notebook before her...

To evade the senses of Snake Spear and Porcupinefish, two Titled Douluo, and infiltrate the heavily guarded Heaven Dou Imperial Palace right under their noses—just how powerful was the person behind this?

Wariness immediately rose in Qian Renxue's heart. She forced herself to calm down before withdrawing her spiritual power and picking up the diary with a complicated expression...

Since it was here, she might as well face it.

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

As the first page of the diary opened, Qian Renxue could no longer maintain her composure...

[I told you not to add three spoonfuls of sugar. Those haters really have no manners; all they do all day is trash-talk my idol.]

[I really won't be a hater 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 internet was right—revering Three Spoonfuls was the correct choice!]

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

"???"

Qian Renxue looked utterly bewildered, countless question marks seemingly popping up in her heart.

Three spoonfuls of sugar? Little mouse? And transmigration, systems... what exactly were these words?

System awakening—was this some newly discovered martial soul?

The diary's narrator used a blunt manner of speech unique to the modern age, making Qian Renxue somewhat unaccustomed to it at first. Still, she chose to adapt to its style and continued reading patiently.

[Honestly, Diary System, I feel like you aren't exactly a proper system either. What decent person writes a diary?]

[But then again, I can freeload rewards just by writing a diary. Come to think of it, I admit that I'm not exactly a decent person either!]

[The diary topic can be customized daily. Today's topic for the first day is... What are "high-dimensional visitors," "transmigration," and "systems"?]

[These three terms are relatively new concepts derived from modern online literature. Basically, anyone who has read novels should be able to answer them.]

[High-dimensional visitors are transmigrators from higher-dimensional worlds. They may carry special abilities that lower-dimensional worlds cannot comprehend.]

[The concept of dimensions is rather obscure, but I do have an abstract way of understanding 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 coordinate 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, 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 entirely be understood as one-dimensional worlds.]

[As for zero dimensions, that is simply a single point with no direction whatsoever. It does not even count as text. A quick science lesson: if anyone wants to reduce a three-dimensional body into zero dimensions, I suggest climbing into a black hole and staying there for a while...]

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

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

The girl unconsciously sat up straighter, putting away her contempt as she began reading in earnest.

[After introducing dimensions, I have to mention dimensional reduction strikes. They are a complete and utter, absolutely crushing force that cannot be resisted!]

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

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

[Chief Black was a Black police chief in New York Town. He was upright and honorable all his life, yet the next day, he was exposed as a serial killer who had been hiding in plain sight. In the end, he was publicly shot dead by a white deputy chief.]

[There is no logic whatsoever in this passage. Setting aside the fact that he was supposedly upright and honorable, why could a Black man become a police officer in New York Town? Why was his hidden identity as a murderer only discovered the next day? How did he become police chief? How did he pass the background check?]

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

[At this point, some well-endowed handsome guys may have a new question: if we casually write a single line, can we truly create such an illogical world out of thin air?]

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

[So, since we lack the means to observe 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 not existing.]

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

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

[Congratulations! New York Town's Black police chief has returned. 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 cheats for transmigrators. Put another way, they are the special abilities of high-dimensional visitors.]

Having explained the three entirely new concepts in one go, the writing in the diary paused briefly, as though its author 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 stands vividly before my eyes.]

[Did I transmigrate into a lower-dimensional world? But that is not right either. To me now, Douluo Continent is also a genuine three-dimensional world...]

[Perhaps one sentence can explain it. There is a term in the containment object cosmology called the "narrative layer." The world of Douluo Continent is an illusory bubble existing within the Delusion Domain.]

[Everything within this bubble was imagined and drawn by the one holding the pen. In essence, Douluo Continent is a fabricated world.]

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

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

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

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

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

Soul Land One Silver Dragon King: Zzz...

Soul Land Three Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena: The Dragon God is not fake, you hateful human!!!

Countless diary holders had been marveling just a moment ago at how simple and understandable Qin Moyu's explanation of dimensions was—and how terrifying it was.

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