Negris hadn't entered the Space-Time Domain for a very long time. If it came in now and saw what the domain looked like, its eyeballs would probably fall out.
In the past, the Space-Time Domain held only the Space-Time Chessboard, drifting alone in pitch-black emptiness, surrounded by boundless void—void so pure it did not even contain space.
But now the Space-Time Domain had become a cubic structure centered on the Space-Time Chessboard: nine squares per row, nine rows per layer, nine layers stacked vertically—a nine by nine by nine cube. Subtract the one square occupied by the Chessboard, and there were in total seven hundred and twenty-eight squares, each square a separate world.
Inside these worlds lay every type of terrain Ange had ever seen: mountains carved into terraced fields, deserts covered with mats of grass, even Voids completely paved over with Planting Balls. Every terrain had been planted by Ange with suitable crops.
