Beilunde watched the Source Universe in his hand begin to dim. Whether parallel universes existed or not, he was certain that, from the moment this Source Universe began operating, a second population of Orlan life had come into existence.
Right there in his hand was the information of every particle that made up Orlan's population.
Within the running Source Universe-
All chaos had been brought into order, and orderly information sustained a vibrant civilization.
Beilunde's consciousness data explored this new world. Here, too, lay the depths of space formed by the Nebula Constellation, with the radiance of countless stars shining within it.
Most of the Long Lantern Nebula Constellation was exceedingly quiet. Only Orlan's territory in the Third Area showed extensive signs of intelligent activity.
Radiation released by the massive No. 1 star swept across the seven life-bearing planets inhabited by Orlan's people. Most of their surfaces were covered in pale-blue city towers that pierced the clouds.
Spaceships over a hundred meters long could only hover above the towers to load cargo. The gaps between the buildings were like bottomless abysses, and only small aircraft could attempt to weave between the countless towers. As for landing on the surface, no pilot would even consider it.
Perhaps the surface lay ten thousand floors beneath the towers...
Beilunde's consciousness entity descended into a cream-colored room on the 12,300th floor. A large, transparent floor-to-ceiling window let him see white clouds curling between the buildings. If the clouds grew any thicker, the room would become gloomy.
He looked down at himself. His pale-golden skin gleamed with golden flecks beneath the white lights, and a pale-green robe wrapped his body.
This was a new, controllable body Beilunde had created for himself within the Metaverse, a legal citizen. In essence, it was an individual extension of