Beyond the Central Hub

A small "stubborn code zone" that had tried to maintain its own unique operating logic was forcibly pierced by several stronger logic cables, overwritten, and ultimately made no different from its surroundings.

Everything here was evolving toward an absolutely singular "perfect state." Any "difference" was an "error" that needed to be dealt with.

Yet the fire in Lin Ye's heart burned ever hotter.

"This is the place... I have to tear open a breach here."

The closer they drew to the "high-density logic zone," the more orderly—and the more bizarre—the surroundings became.

Regular rises and depressions appeared across the Pure White Axiom Substrate, forming geometric runes filled with an insensible beauty. The streams of information threading through the air were arranged in neat formations, like soldiers awaiting inspection, flowing silently and efficiently.

The assimilation pressure rose exponentially. The "rust" across Radiant Stilllight's armor spread faster, forcing him to continually expend the Power of Order to repair it. His face had gone pale.

The Harmonic Leaptone Tuning Fork trembled at high frequency, struggling to smooth the squad's existence harmonics and blend them into the cold, orderly background fluctuations. Fine conceptual light particles seeped from his forehead.

Myriad Faces' mimicry was also becoming difficult. The logical structure here was too rigorous and unique, causing the computational load required for simulation to surge. Ripples like water occasionally spread across the gray-robed figure, a sign that its mimicry was becoming unstable.

Only Lin Ye remained steady beneath the Prototype's protection. The chaotic stellar vortex at the Prototype's center slowly rotated, silently absorbing and transforming the assimilating power that tried to seep in from all around, turning it into part of its own foundation that embraced all things. It was like a bottomless whirlpool—the more the cold order pressed down upon it, the more violently