[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-68":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283546,4467,"Chapter 68","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-68",68,"\u003Cp>It is well known that, aside from minerals, nature rarely contains true straight lines; biological forms are at most “relatively straight,” with almost none possessing geometric straightness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not a structure with several sharp edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It possessed a clear sense of presence, reclining diagonally amid the burning fragments, intact and regular, as if the fire had never occurred, as if everything were unrelated to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation of instability intensified; it felt as though he were being thrown up and dropped, yet visually his feet remained firmly stuck to the ground—only his senses contradicted each other, oscillating in conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dizziness, nausea—similar to benign paroxysmal positional vertigo—as if something were violently shaking his semicircular canals, churning the endolymph fluid within, generating motion illusions through high-frequency, intense stimulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this represented signals beyond human tolerance, manifesting as oscillations in positional and motion perception, which Kraft could not interpret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not move his body at all; false sensations would trigger entirely wrong reactions, causing one to collapse straight down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without its outer shell to isolate and contain it, the object seemed destabilized, reverting to a more primal, wild initial state, freely expressing its inherent nature without concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several cycles of oscillation, its effects adapted; Kraft discerned the true nature of the sensation: short-distance falls and reverse motion, occurring outside the concept of three-dimensional space, transmitted via his spiritual senses and reflected in his positional and motion detectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, he had to admit: in this bizarre world, human baseline sensory configuration was insufficient—he needed entirely new senses to comprehend it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is terrible. I thought it might get easier.” Kraft cursed under his breath as he voluntarily reconnected his spiritual senses, silently counting down in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【30】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision suddenly expanded—a 360-degree, unobstructed information field radiated outward from himself; his spirit permeated through charred bones, saw through the floor, and sensed floating wooden crates in the water below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure on his positional sensors eased, replaced by novel feedback from his spirit; his body regained correct perception. The balance reflex activated, subtly adjusting his posture to halt the tipping tendency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【25】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his spiritual sense, he was indeed moving; violent changes occurred around him, imperceptible to his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to his previous experience of unfolding his spiritual vision in the real world, clear distinctions emerged: everything here felt less… substantial, lacking certain elements, rendering them monotonous and dull, like faded colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their shapes and volumes were similar and internal structures identical, he could sense a difference—a “missing reality” discernible only through contrast, a spiritual “color.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An intangible atmosphere drifted through every inch of space, like smoke, yet like water pressure, exerting a faint but undeniable force upon his spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That description was imprecise; Kraft preferred to call it a “non-material” influence, manifesting as spiritual pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【23】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water-like intangible atmosphere rapidly diminished, as if ascending from water, corresponding to the illusion of upward motion opposite to falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lost elements returned; objects in his spiritual vision grew “vivid,” regaining color, like a black-and-white sketch being painted over, filled in, transformed into a full-color image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though standing still, a familiar layer drew closer, while deeper layers receded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【20】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this transformation was not fully completed; its speed slowed and halted just before completion, like everyone’s most hated ninety-nine percent progress bar, exhausting itself at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colors in his spiritual sense faded; the pressure of the intangible atmosphere returned; he was falling deeper, overwhelmed by the sensation of losing all support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything about all things, beyond their forms, was draining away, stripped away; the familiar, indescribable parts within them faded, revealing a gray, ominous hint within the spiritual realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human normal senses could not perceive the truth of this world receding; only spiritual senses granted by the deeper layers could witness the descent into an abnormal abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【15】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At maximum falling speed, inertia carried him closer to even deeper layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unknown, darker next layer grew denser with intangible atmosphere—yet just before entering, the fall halted, reversed direction, and began repeating its return toward the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【12】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual perspective revealed the essence of the oscillation: it was a back-and-forth change in “depth,” a distinct concept separate from spatial dimensions, creating the illusion of high-speed motion while standing still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft focused his awareness on the object, observing it under his spiritual vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【10】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previously infallible spiritual senses encountered resistance for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiritually, it was classified as an oscillating entity, utterly unlike other materials easily parsed for internal structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impervious, even difficult to approach; ceaseless waves of oscillation emanated from it, recurring endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Correspondingly, since his spiritual senses deemed it an entity, his spirit could naturally act upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he needed to get closer…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【5】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft stepped forward; in this drastically shifting layer, a single spatial step was negligible, yet it undeniably shortened the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He switched the sword to his left hand, extended his right toward the geometric shape, motionless in his visual feedback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past the piled gray remains, into the core guarded by vertebrae, his fingertips brushed the cold, straight edges; his palm pressed against the plane marked with raised and recessed engravings—cold as if not born of this earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the icy, mocking gaze of the fifth cervical vertebra, his five fingers closed, gripping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual senses met clear resistance; he felt his spirit was no longer an ethereal presence, but an extended limb capable of touching objects—though the target was peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The geometric object oscillated, countless chaotic waves rising and falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By some inexplicable impulse, like an infant turning over for the first time, Kraft located the side of the oscillation facing the real world and “pushed” it with his spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【0】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countdown ended; he swiftly severed his spiritual senses, while simultaneously pulling back with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expected sensation of claustrophobic confinement—due to strict time control—was far better than last time; at least, it was bearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he was adapting? The contrast between switching back and forth had become less unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resistance when pulling it out was far smaller than expected; overexertion threw him off balance. Kraft stumbled backward several steps and collapsed onto something soft, gasping for breath, the illusion of suffocation pressing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual senses were shut off; the dizziness and nausea of imbalance did not return. Instead, a deep, accurate cognition of layer changes remained embedded in his mind, preserved by his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough. Not bad.” Kraft cleared his throat; the dust kicked up while pulling it out had been heavy—he didn’t want any in his mouth. Just thinking of it made him nauseous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how short the claustrophobic reaction, subjectively it felt long; even if his heart beat only five hundred times, it felt like being locked in a coffin for half an hour—truly awful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unexpected tactile sensation reminded him that something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By position, he should have fallen onto the charred remains of wooden beds—but instead, he sat upon an intact wooden bed, his buttocks resting on his own rolled-up human-shaped blanket, nearly pricked by nails and wood splinters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brazier and its stand remained undisturbed in place; no burning debris, windows still shut, the candle on the candelabra still half-burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Present World]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had returned—not by gazing at the celestial body, but via a new path, back to his room in the real world, just like last time, as if waking from a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn sleeve, congealed bloodstains, and the cold geometric object clutched in his hand—the thing that inherited the mobile creature’s ability to connect layers, or perhaps the reverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From appearance, it seemed a crafted object, the upper portion ground flat into a symmetrical hexagonal prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During processing, for unknown reasons, it was polished to conform to the original shape of the raw material, allowing seamless fusion with the unprocessed conical lower portion—revealing it had once been an elongated conical object roughly the size of a sword hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its texture resembled stone, color close to gray-white, yet darker, more subdued, so dull one doubted whether it even possessed “color”—not any material Kraft knew for carving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its density was considerable; the lower portion curved irregularly, resembling solidified lava—likely a rock that had undergone extreme melting heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From top to bottom, fine lines were engraved on the flattened sides, densely distributed yet sharply defined; the raised and recessed feel when gripping came from these lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick ends pointed downward toward the apex; the slender, straight tails extended upward in one continuous flow, precisely symmetrical with obsessive accuracy, radiating a dynamic, comet-like motion stronger than the shape itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft involuntarily immersed himself; in this unannotated, crude image, he grasped the creator’s intent—falling from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Meteorite]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfounded, unexplained information echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its surface, melted and refrozen by extreme heat, was not igneous rock formed by geological activity, but an extraterrestrial object fallen from dark space, shaped by atmospheric friction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have I seen this before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the carving content differed, the material varied, and the size was vastly different, such objects were not unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patterns running top to bottom, obsessively symmetrical, possessing extraordinary allure, and the hexagonal prism geometry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The object before him merged with a memory buried deep—on that snowy night, long forgotten, it suddenly reappeared before him; dark, profound secrets whispered, revealing a chilling, terrifying truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Not Unique]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the pattern, the “higher” position directly above it corresponded to the top face of the hexagonal prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a perfect, flawless circular shape was deeply engraved at the center, its smooth, polished surface reflecting like a mirror—except for a single horizontal line cutting straight through its middle, dividing it into two halves.\u003C\u002Fp>",1610,"2026-06-20T02:15:55.761Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","625ab727cc6d73659c55b0435c7e046be73018ba5f05ad9fd6dc05b0145fddd8","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-69","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-67",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]