Cotton Candy.
A white ball of fur ran in from outside, its four paws slipping on the granite floor.
It tilted its head, its blue pupils curiously scanning the newly appeared enormous antlers above the fireplace.
Then his nose twitched twice as he caught the scent of the Woodland's Call's raw wood.
The pink nose sniffed hard.
Its tail wagged twice.
Then it ran a few steps forward, towards the direction of the bear king's skeleton.
Su Wei was about to call out to it, but it was too late.
Cotton Candy ran to a position about ten meters away from the bear king's skeleton.
Its entire body hair stood on end instantly.
The eight-month-old fox cub stood frozen in place, its limbs stiff.
The blue pupils were widened to their maximum size, the irises narrowing into thin slits.
"Eek!!"
A sharp scream escaped from Cotton Candy's throat.
It turned tail and ran away like a madman.
Its four claws dug frantically at the ground, the nails scraping with a screeching sound.
The white ball of fur tumbled and crawled out of the exhibition hall and disappeared into the snow outside.
The two truck drivers were stunned.
"What happened to your fox?"
Su Wei did not answer.
He looked in the direction the Cotton Candy had disappeared, then turned to look at the bear king's skeleton.
The Dragon's Fury faced the gate, and within the burnt brown glass sphere, dark red threads slowly churned.
Cotton Candy are animals.
Animals have far more acute senses than humans.
It doesn't need to understand mental intimidation or ultimate killing intent; its instincts have already told it—this bear is king.
Even if it is already dead.
Even if all that's left of it is now just bones.
Su Wei paid the two workers their freight charges, signed the invoices, and saw them off.
The dark blue truck drove out of the territory and disappeared into the distance at the edge of the fir forest.
Su Wei closed the exhibition hall door and turned to walk back to the center of the hall.
one person.
Above the fireplace, the patina on the stag antlers took on a deep amber hue in the firelight.
The scent of raw wood, a hall filled with the Woodland's Call, permeated from the first floor to the second.
In front of the fireplace, the skeleton of the Bear King stands.
The three-meter-tall white skeleton cast a huge shadow under the warm yellow light, covering half of the hall floor.
The two treasures of the museum, one above the other, one soft and one strong.
Antlers symbolize peace.
Bear bones symbolize power and authority.
Su Wei stood between the two, a very subtle feeling spreading upwards from the soles of his feet.
Golden characters appeared.
[The two opposing fields of "Woodland's Call" and "Silent Roar" have been detected to coexist stably within the framework of this Cosmos Within a Square Inch.]
Su Wei stared at the line of text.
Hedging fields.
Stable coexistence.
One brings peace, the other brings fear.
These two completely contradictory effects, instead of canceling each other out, found a balance within the amplification framework of this Cosmos Within a Square Inch.
The next line of text pops up.
[Triggering combo effect: The King's Courtyard.]
Su Wei's breathing slowed slightly.
[Effect: Visitors entering this area will have their emotions polarized according to their individual state. Those with inner peace will experience double the tranquility and healing; those with ulterior motives will suffer double the fear and intimidation.]
The King's Courtyard.
Su Wei repeated those four words in his mind twice.
polarization.
This word is very precise.
It's not a simple superposition, it's differentiation.
The same space can evoke drastically different experiences in different people.
When an open and honest person walks into this exhibition hall, the scent of raw wood will wash away his fatigue and anxiety.
The passive effects of Tidal Pool and Moss River Valley will charge his body.
He would feel that this is the most comfortable place in the world, and worth every penny.
But a person who came with ulterior motives walked into this exhibition hall...
Su Wei looked up and glanced into the Bear King's eyes.
The Dragon's Fury burned quietly.
The dark red threads flowed tirelessly within the burnt brown glass sphere, radiating a heavy, irresistible sense of gaze from every angle.
If someone with ulterior motives approaches this bear, their heart will first race, then their breathing will become short, and their limbs will begin to feel weak.
He didn't know why, but every cell in his body was screaming for him to leave.
And he would interpret all of this as a sign that he had a guilty conscience.
Su Wei turned off the system panel.
The golden characters vanished.
The hall has been restored to normal lighting and sound.
The sounds of the river valley, the waves of the tidal pool, and the crackling of burning birchwood in the fireplace.
And the pervasive scent of raw wood in the air.
Su Wei stood in the center of the hall and slowly turned around.
On the right, a twelve-meter-long Moss River Valley operates quietly under cold light, with circulating water at four degrees propelling the polar star moss to sway gently.
On the left, a miniature tidal pool of 200 square meters is at low tide, with basalt reefs exposed above the water and salt mist floating under the lights.
On the second floor, the acidic scent of pine needles from the Woodland Base mingled with the mineral particles from the Sky Cliff, seeping down through the gaps in the railings.
In the very center are a fireplace, antlers, and a bear king.
Four perfect ecosystems and two specimens of perfect quality or higher are all in place.
The amplification coefficient of "Cosmos Within a Square Inch" is already more than 12%.
Su Wei didn't open the system to check the specific values, because the numbers were no longer important.
The important thing is that he's standing here, and he can feel it.
Air is alive.
This building is alive.
Every landscape feature, every specimen, every pipe, and every lamp, within the framework of this Cosmos Within a Square Inch, forms a closed, self-consistent, and continuously operating miniature world.
In a space of less than 500 square meters, rivers, oceans, forests, and cliffs were incorporated.
And a king.
Su Wei walked out of the exhibition hall.
The cold air outside rushed into my lungs, creating a stark contrast with the warmth inside.
Cotton Candy crouched on the steps at the entrance of the wooden house, her white fluffy ball curled up into a small ball, her blue eyes warily fixed on the direction of the exhibition hall.
The fur all over its body had not yet completely smoothed out, and the white hairs on its back stood up one by one.
Su Wei walked over and squatted down in front of it.