The instant Link's body touched the [End Singularity], the entire universe seemed to have been muted.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no world-destroying energy storm, only an absolute "disintegration" that no words could describe.
His body, that flesh of steel that had withstood cosmic rays and weathered the wrath of gods, did not shatter. Instead, like a sand painting swept by the wind, it silently dispersed and unraveled at the most fundamental particle level.
Next came the Infinity Gauntlet, which held the Six Infinity Stones and symbolized supreme authority. It, too, was disintegrated, reduced to the most primordial energy and information.
In that instant, Link's physical existence was completely "formatted."
But his consciousness did not perish.
Quite the opposite: freed from the constraints of his flesh, his consciousness was dragged by an irresistible force into a deeper, more fundamental world.
It was an "ocean" composed of pure data, logic, and laws.
Countless streams of light composed of "0" and "1" formed this ocean's "droplets." Countless complex equations representing causality, increasing entropy, and string vibrations formed its "undercurrents." Countless logical symbols representing life and death, existence and nothingness, formed its "storms."
Here, time was not a flowing river, but a line of code that could be called, modified, or deleted at any moment.
Space was not a three-dimensional canvas, but a set of coordinate parameters that could be endlessly folded, reorganized, and defined.
Reality, power, soul, mind—everything was merely a submodule within this unimaginably vast cosmic program.
Link's consciousness floated within this torrent. Or rather, he had become part of it.
He "saw" the true nature of the [Eradicators]. They were not creatures, not an army, not even any form of life. They were nothing more than a cold, efficient system instruction, a formatting program named [format C:].
He saw their