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"Great high-dimensional existence, please grant me mass. The system can write you into the highest administrative authority protocol." |
As the mechanical voice repeated its words, the sound grew louder while simultaneously becoming more distorted, like a radio station turning up the volume while losing its signal. Zhang Zicheng finally confirmed he wasn't hallucinating. |
"Then how am I supposed to give you mass?" |
Zhang Zicheng opened his eyes and asked tentatively. |
That said, he actually began to suspect in his heart: was this some prank pulled by a bored idiot? |
It wasn't impossible. He had a friend who was recently making short videos. What if he had snuck into his house during the day to set up a recorder and camera to film his embarrassing reaction to thinking he'd gained a 'golden finger'? |
"Response received, information received, stable observation obtained. Observation medium: consciousness waves. Morphological collapse, mass stabilizing, mass stabilization complete." |
"Dimension ascension successful, dimension ascension successful. Initiating congratulatory message; congratulatory message lost. Detecting data; total data loss 87.76%." |
"Current situation: Successful dimension ascension, friendly high-dimensional lifeform, large-scale data loss. Initiating processing plan No. Oulu-67937." |
"High-dimensional lifeform, please confirm: Will you allow the system to occupy 96 billion Bohr of your thought signals as computing power for the system's survival? The system has written you into the highest administrative authority protocol and will provide all possible assistance and services. You may use high-dime... |
Heh, they're really putting on a show, even came up with quite a bit of lore. |
Zhang Zicheng, who loved reading novels, had already concocted a sci-fi story in his head. Unfortunately, since he was now convinced it was a friend's prank, he just said nonchalantly, "Sure, what functions do you have?" |
"High-dimensional lifeform responded to confirm information. Computing power coverage in progress... Please wait..." |
Zhang Zicheng's consciousness, which had perked up because of the voice, suddenly felt a bit drowsy, but only for an instant before returning to normal. |
It was night, after all; a sudden bout of sleepiness was normal, so he didn't pay it much mind. |
Instead, Zhang Zicheng grew more alert. He rolled onto his back and glanced around, searching for a camera. |
It actually responds? Good one. Is he watching a live stream right now? Peeping on a grown man sleeping—how shameless. Can't a man have some privacy? |
【Computing power coverage complete. Answering high-dimensional host's question: The system has suffered massive data loss and lacks high-dimensional information data, thus cannot provide high-dimensional observation services; |
Downgraded, unable to provide high-dimensional production services; |
Downgraded, unable to provide high-dimensional industrial services; |
Downgraded, unable to provide high-dimensional domestic services; |
Downgraded, unable to provide high-dimensional entertainment services;】 |
"Good grief, you can't do anything. Then what use do I have for you?" |
Zhang Zicheng laughed out of frustration. If you want to film me making a fool of myself out of excitement, at least give me some kind of God-tier Tycoon System or something. Giving me a system that's completely useless—what kind of reaction are you even looking for? |
Because the system seemed so useless, Zhang Zicheng didn't really notice the subtle change in the system's voice after it supposedly occupied his thought signals for survival computing power. |
【Self-retrieving... The system can perform dimensionality reduction for the host; Correction: Host mass is too large, unable to perform dimensionality reduction; Correction: The system can perform dimensionality reduction for part of the host's information.】 |
"Dimensionality reduction, huh? Fine, reduce something for me." |
Zhang Zicheng was amused. Dimensionality reduction? Are you going to turn me into a 2D character? If you can send me to the second dimension, I'd really have to thank you. |
【Please select the information for dimensionality reduction.】 |
"An arm," Zhang Zicheng said casually. |
【Arm, defining. Definition complete. Mass too large, unable to perform dimensionality reduction.】 |
"The settings are quite troublesome? Then a single strand of hair." He was getting a bit impatient. |
【Hair, defining. Definition complete. Dimensionality reduction in progress, please wait...】 |
Zhang Zicheng blinked and tilted his head. |
【Dimensionality reduction complete.】 |
? |
That's it? |
Feeling nothing at all, Zhang Zicheng was utterly disappointed and finally decided to stop playing along with his friend's awkward performance. |
"Alright, Lu Youpeng, stop with these crappy pranks. I have to get up early tomorrow. Where's the camera? Just tell me so I can turn it off. I have no interest in live-streaming my sleep." |
Zhang Zicheng irritably threw off the quilt and, wearing only his underwear, began to search the room for cameras and recorders—or perhaps a phone that functioned as both. |
But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any electronic devices aimed at the bed from any angle. |
"Strange? Where on earth did he put it?" |
Just as Zhang Zicheng was puzzled, the system spoke again. |
【Beep, the "hair" has been placed in the most recently observed low-dimensional universe via dimensionality reduction. Due to data loss, it has been re-indexed. Low-dimensional Universe-001, where the "hair" was reduced, is observable. Proceed with observation?】 |
"Still playing? Observe, observe." |
Zhang Zicheng grew increasingly impatient, wanting only for this boring game to end quickly. |
At the same time, he also wanted to find the device by following the source of the system's voice, but he felt as if the sound was coming from the back of his head, with no specific direction to be found. |
【Beep, unable to perform high-dimensional imaging directly; unable to perform retinal imaging. System scanning... High-dimensional imaging device detected. High-dimensional imaging device has its own power source. Initiating imaging, signal transmitting.】 |
Suddenly, the computer screen on Zhang Zicheng's desk lit up. |
This surprised Zhang Zicheng, and he couldn't help but look. The screen displayed a vast starry sky, and within it, an infinite black wall of immense proportions that stretched across the distant reaches, infinitely up and down, without a single curve. |
Nebulae were pulled by the massive weight, "slowly" spiraling toward the giant black wall. Even light could not escape this black wall of nearly "infinite" mass, making it difficult to reflect or flee, causing the once brilliant galaxy to grow dimmer as a whole. |
As the black wall became increasingly deep and dark, the speed at which the stars were absorbed by it also grew faster, until the already disrupted trajectories of the entire starry sky began to twist, deform, and accelerate... |
Accompanied by a final flash of white light. |
The entire screen fell into complete darkness and silence. |
Zhang Zicheng stared blankly at the screen. |
If this was a CG video made just to prank him... wouldn't the production cost be a bit too high? |
Just then. |
【Low-dimensional Universe-001, destroyed.】 |
The system's voice rang out again, still devoid of any inflection. |
Chapter 2: The Call from the Low Dimension |
Half-believing and half-doubting is a good idiom; it perfectly summarizes Zhang Zicheng's current state of mind. No other phrase could be more fitting. |
On one hand, following a normal person's logic, he felt it was unrealistic for someone to spend a fortune creating CG animations just to prank a friend whose account had an average view count of no more than 100,000. |
But on the other hand, what if that guy Lu Youpeng really isn't a normal person? |
There are probably few creatures on the entire planet who would call someone downstairs for dinner, pick them up, and then drive straight to Sanya for a day and a night just to eat seafood. |
Ultimately, the desire to truly obtain a 'Golden Finger' outweighed his resistance to making a fool of himself. Zhang Zicheng's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt his heartbeat gradually quicken, and he slowly sat down in front of the computer, which had once again gone black. |
"You... should I just call you System?" |
【Ultimate Intelligent Integration ATX-16768 is at your service.】 |
"Forget it, I'll just call you System." |
Zhang Zicheng touched the hair on his forehead and suddenly asked, "That hair you just dimensionally reduced—did you pull it off my head? How come I didn't feel a thing?" |
The System replied: 【The System's strength in the high dimension depends on the 95 billion Bohr of mental power provided by the Host; it is unable to directly extract hair from beneath the skin of the high-dimensional Host. The hair strand reduced by the System was an independent hair that had naturally shed from the h... |
Zhang Zicheng's face darkened, and he quickly lowered his hand, not daring to tug at his own hair anymore. |
He then asked, "So, besides being able to dimensionally reduce my hair, what other functions do you have? Why don't you think about it carefully?" |
【Upon determination, the Host lacks the function to autonomously observe low-dimensional universes. Supplement: The System can provide low-dimensional imaging services for the Host,】 the System stated. |
Zhang Zicheng tilted his head left and right for a while, then asked tentatively, "So... I can only watch?" |
【High-dimensional being, your wisdom is as vast and profound as a supercluster of galaxies!】 |
So after all that chatter, your only function is to watch a livestream? |
But Zhang Zicheng didn't give up. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then can you dimensionally ascend things from the low-dimensional world?" |
The System fell silent for a moment. Zhang Zicheng clenched his fingers and stared at the screen as if the screen itself were the System inside his head. |
Please, it has to work! Even if I can't get rich, being able to bring out a 2D waifu would be fine too! |
【Experiment successful. Low-Dimensional Universe-002 has been entirely ascended. Answering the question: Yes, high-dimensional Host. The System that previously existed in the low dimension could not do it. The System now residing in the high dimension can.】 |
"Awesome!" |
Zhang Zicheng stood up in excitement, but seeing that there was no change or movement around him, he pressed down his hands that were about to wave around and asked, "Then where is the low-dimensional universe you just ascended? Where is it? Did it directly overlap with the high-dimensional universe? Or did it turn int... |
【Low-Dimensional Universe-002, although successfully ascended, naturally evaporated within 3 nanoseconds due to its mass being too low to withstand the radiation waves prevalent in the high-dimensional environment.】 |
"..." |
This System's brain probably evaporated during the dimensional ascension too. |
"From now on, without my permission, you are forbidden from ascending or reducing anything on your own. You must ask me before any dimensional shifts!" |
【Written into the prompt sequence.】 |
Zhang Zicheng sat back down in his chair, slumped against the backrest, and sighed as he weakly supported his forehead. |
After several disappointing performances from the System, Zhang Zicheng finally calmed down from his reckless excitement. |
The System's brain isn't very reliable; as the Host, I have to step up. |
The System mentioned earlier that it lost nearly 90% of its total data during the ascension process. Thinking about it that way, it's already impressive that it could retain such miraculous functions as dimensional ascension and reduction. |
After comforting himself, Zhang Zicheng suddenly thought of a serious question. He looked up and asked, "Those two low-dimensional worlds you just destroyed—there weren't any civilized lifeforms in them, were there?" |
It wasn't impossible; hadn't this System itself ascended from a low dimension? |
【Before the operation, the System did not conduct a comprehensive survey. There is approximately a two in seventy million probability that life existed.】 |
Zhang Zicheng, who was starting to get used to the System's incompetence, immediately caught a detail: "Where did this probability come from?" |
【The total number of low-dimensional universes currently surveyed, divided by the ratio of those containing life and civilization.】 |
Zhang Zicheng's somewhat dejected emotional curve suddenly perked up again. |
"In other words, among the low-dimensional environments you've detected, there really are two universes with life?" |
He had now roughly figured out the System's permissions. In short, the power it could use in reality was probably not much stronger than the force generated by him glaring at someone—it might not even output as many joules as a fart. Since it could hardly affect things in reality, he naturally couldn't expect it to tur... |
That being the case, Zhang Zicheng began to feel curious about things in the low-dimensional worlds. He wanted to know what low-dimensional life in reality actually looked like and whether they were truly 'paper people.' |
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