Chapter 276: Quantum Entanglement

Naimi Xisi didn't know how long he had been immersed in the world of the book. When his vertical pupils reflected the gilded title on the front page of the Vikna Poetry Anthology, Space‑Time's warp suddenly turned into silver threads coiling around a dragon's horn. Tens of thousands of plane branches extended in his consciousness, each fork flowing with rings formed from stardust—those were the ripples of twenty‑five planes in the quantum sea.

He seemed like a traveler moving through Space‑Time, countless roads spreading before him like the branches of a tree trunk. Each branch led to a node of the Multiverse; the twenty‑five infinite planes unfolded before his eyes, and the myriad countless beings appeared as textures on each branch, within reach.

In his previous life, Naimi Xisi was a liberal arts philosophy student who graduated from Evergreen Ivy University, and he had once attended physics lectures out of curiosity.

The concept of quantum entanglement was the term that left the deepest imprint on his memory.

It is said that in quantum mechanics, when several particles interact, their individual properties combine into a holistic property that cannot be described separately; only the system's property can be described. This phenomenon is called quantum entanglement.

Everything before his eyes reminded Naimi Xisi of that term.

Those textures on the branches seemed like beacons where countless souls of the Multiverse intertwined. Intuition told him that gently plucking any one texture would cause the corresponding life in the Multiverse to fall.

What a magnificent spell—like a deity seated upon the clouds, the Spellcaster gently plucks the tangled strings of beings and chants incantations like poetry, thereby commanding the fate of all things.

"The Eye of Quantum Collapse?" Naimi Xisi sighed.

He tried to move the texture on the infinite branches, but the monotonous patterns prevented him from discerning where the life he was about to erase originated.

Intuition again told him it must be linked to the Spellcaster's destiny, or possess something that anchors the recipient, to provide feedback to the Spellcaster.

So Naimi Xisi closed his eyes and used intuition to sense; indeed, amid the darkness, faint glimmers of light lit up.

"Tie Xiu, Keliite, Losriane, Saifal, Boom‑Londironaeu, Shanae."

Each glimmer lit up, displaying every person Naimi Xisi knew well.

But not only that, the glimmers also revealed people he had encountered yet never paid attention to.

"Ceron, Isor, Jerreks."

These names were utterly unfamiliar to Naimi Xisi, yet the spell fed him the meanings behind those names.

Perhaps a dockworker he brushed past, perhaps a half‑orc drunk in a tavern, perhaps a subject from his Maztek domain.

Anyone he had ever met was now laid out before him, unmistakably clear.

"Huh?" Naimi Xisi was surprised to find, among the myriad glimmers, a black‑red speck of light gently pulsating.

That speck was dim beyond measure, yet Naimi Xisi could feel that within the boundless darkness, a being of lofty, sacred essence was linked to it.

When Naimi Xisi just considered erasing that speck, an extremely dangerous sensation enveloped him, as if doing so would invite an unstoppable peril.

This shocked him greatly; now his power, invincible beneath a Legendary, still possessed self‑preservation even against a Legendary, preventing any instinct to resist such an existence.

What could it be?

A tumultuous storm rose in Naimi Xisi's heart; he knew this meant the speck's essence was a demigod, perhaps even a higher deity.

In the Multiverse, the number of deities is not few; even having brushed past an incarnation of a deity before would not be surprising.

But what shocked him was that the speck's location was the Earth world his simulacrum had visited!

A Magic Net‑silent Age of Dharma Decline world harboring a demigod or higher‑ranked being? That was simply inconceivable.

Deities, being noble, would not manifest in a world without a Magic Net without a special reason, nor tread a barren world lacking magical energy. Why does the Feren Continent abound with deities? Naturally, its Tianyu Realm's crystal‑barrier system possesses a sound Magic Net, and magical energy is abundant.

But Earth is not.

Naimi Xisi raised Earth's danger level by several tiers in his mind, and thereafter had no further intention of erasing that black‑red speck.

When his fingertip brushed a branch bearing a pattern etched with interlaced Tie Xiu shadows, an eerie blue glow burst across his retina. Seventeen Causality threads trembled simultaneously; the shadow assassins lurking outside the temple had not yet noticed, and their probability of existence collapsed to zero.

When Naimi Xisi came to his senses, the Vikna Poetry Anthology in his hand had turned to a handful of dust. Correspondingly, the shadow‑allied assassins in the half‑plane beyond the temple vanished like ash, unnoticed.

Their existence was annihilated by the power of the Quantum Collapse Eye.

"Beep—!" A high‑frequency alarm pierced the silence; Seagull No. 1's mechanical core rose from a fissure in the floor, and a holographic projection unfurled dense formulas around Naimi Xisi: "Cognitive reconstruction 98.7% complete! Now proceeding to final verification: please articulate the triple paradox of quantum incantations in observer language!"

"Hmm, it seems you have already mastered the theory of the Quantum Collapse Eye and successfully triggered the power of the Vikna Poetry Anthology, releasing this Legendary spell!"

Seagull No. 1, the tower spirit, fluttered excitedly around him, its white light intermittently flashing red.

"No wonder the Juan Ce Long clan excels at spells; at merely the Seventh Ring Mage rank, they mastered the Quantum Collapse Eye in just fifty‑two years!"

!

Naimi Xisi's pupils contracted, and he said in shock, "Wait, you said I've been here for fifty‑two years?!"

Seagull No. 1's voice, puzzled, said, "Yes, what's the matter? You don't think mastering a Legendary spell is that easy, do you?"

Then it continued, "Don't worry, time in the Stagnant Observation Tower is virtually stationary relative to the primary material plane; your fifty‑two years here amount to merely one second to the outside world."

"Alright, stop fixating on these oddities," Seagull No. 1 said, excited, "Now, take my test; if you pass, you will become the master here!"

Naimi Xisi gave a faint nod; though difficult, he had indeed grasped the theory of the Quantum Collapse Eye, and the tower spirit's questions posed no problem for him.

On the surface of the tower spirit's light sphere appeared three rotating Klein bottles: "Answer the following three questions."

"1. The topological mapping of observation collapse and soul anchoring.

2. The covariant equation of quantum immortality and the power of faith.

3. The 47% mechanical divinity residue in the Vikna source code.

Naimi Xisi's draconic claws brushed the floating star map in the void, and the image of his former philosophy professor brandishing chalk became as vivid as yesterday: "Observation, in essence, is the violent constriction of cognition upon a probability cloud—" his fingertips illuminated a projection of the Feren Continent, "when the eight‑million‑ton mythic concept 'Death' is compressed into a probability wave—"

As his discourse deepened, the metal conduits of the Mage Tower began exuding liquid starlight. When Vikna's source code was mentioned, Naimi Xisi fell silent.

He didn't even know who Vikna was, let alone the 47% of source code.

(End of Chapter)