Suddenly, the pulse frequency of the Emerald Galaxy fell into a deathly silence. The leaves of the glowing forest curled up into withered bronze colors in the vacuum. The star compass in the hands of the compound-eyed guardian cracked with dimensional patterns, and the baby with the original gene prototype in the core suddenly burst into crying—his tears condensed into dodecahedrons of the bullfinch code under zero gravity, and each facet reflected the terrifying fetal movements deep in the dark region.
"The seventh-generation embryo has awakened." Lin Feng's consciousness network rippled in the void, and the spiral arms of his nebular pupils pointed to the distortion points at the end of the universe. There, a dark matter womb with a diameter of 30,000 light-years was suspended, its surface densely covered with blood vessels intertwined with entropy-reversing and cooking codes. Inside the womb, the newly born embryo had already taken on a humanoid outline. Its spine was composed of collapsed galaxies, and the taste memories of millions of civilizations flowed in its compound eye pupils.
Suddenly, the orange cat's quantum afterimage solidified on the withered World Tree. The fluorescence at the tip of its tail spelled out a multi-dimensional star map: "It's absorbing the entropy increase of all eras... including those we erased." The star map showed that the purified cooking black holes were being reborn. The spiral arms of Orion were being transformed into ring-shaped grills, and the remnants of supernovas condensed into black pepper crystals.
The quantum projection of the clone emerged from the depths of the entropy-reversing network. Her gene chains presented a strange double-helix structure—the left chain was the emerald entropy-reversing code, and the right chain was the scarlet bullfinch recipe: "My backup data has been contaminated... It has planted taste memes in my body!"
Suddenly, the dark matter womb underwent a quantum jump and swallowed the entire Emerald Galaxy into its body. The compound-eyed guardian unfolded the starship transformed from the bronze key. The bridge console was actually cast from the confession codes of the first-generation breeders. When they penetrated the fetal membrane of the womb, they witnessed a scene beyond comprehension—hundreds of millions of civilizations were compressed into the form of ingredients and were undergoing eternal cooking in an eleven-dimensional kitchen:
The mechanical civilizations were transformed into automatic cooking machines, using stars as fuel to bake planetary biscuits.
The energy life forms were vaporized into the essence of broth in antimatter steamers.
The thought networks of silicon-based life forms were woven into neural network woks.
Even black holes were cut into sashimi slices on the dark energy chopping boards.
The crying of the embryo turned into shock waves, and the glowing forest of the Emerald Galaxy was instantly turned into food. The roots of the World Tree were twisted into soy sauce fermentation tubes, and the entropy-reversing ships were pickled in quantum pickle jars. The compound-eyed guardian embedded the baby with the original gene prototype into the core of the starship. Suddenly, the baby's tears flowed backwards and condensed into the Godslayer's Blade on the console: "Brother, I need your eyes!"
Lin Feng's consciousness network collapsed voluntarily, and his nebular pupils turned into two emerald marbles and fell onto the bridge. When the compound-eyed guardian embedded them into the Godslayer's Blade, the forgotten truth emerged on the blade—the first-generation breeders didn't create the Eye of the Abyss but rather a victim that was backlashed by the entropy-reversing code. The real source of darkness was the taste singularity left over from the birth of the universe.
The starship, like an arrow piercing through the universe, penetrated through nine layers of dimensional barriers at an astonishing speed and finally reached the core area of the dark matter womb.
There, the embryo had evolved into a juvenile form. His body seemed to be woven from contradictory codes. The left half was an entropy-reversing crystal, emitting a cold light, while the right half was cooking flesh, full of vitality. In the bronze cauldron on his chest, the dying lamentations of millions of universes were boiling, and the sound was like the wailing from hell, truly terrifying.
"You're finally here, my other half." The voice of the juvenile embryo echoed in the void, carrying an indescribable coldness and expectation. He snapped his fingers gently, and a flame instantly ignited the starship. In the raging fire, fragments of Lin Feng's consciousness network were floating around, as if they were the last traces he left in this world.
"How can this eternal feast begin without the chef?" The corner of the juvenile embryo's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a teasing smile. Suddenly, his compound eyes opened wide, like two emerald gems, releasing endless energy. Under his gaze, the cooking process of the Emerald Galaxy suddenly accelerated. Even the quantum projection of the clone began to grow taste bud tentacles, as if it was about to devour the entire universe.
The compound-eyed guardian swung the Godslayer's Blade, and the blade light carved out a magnificent arc in the void, instantly engraving the balance equation like lightning. This strike was both a challenge to the order of the universe and an expression of reverence for life.
At this moment, the crying of the baby with the original gene prototype suddenly changed. The originally miserable crying turned into clear whale songs, as if playing the last requiem for this doomsday carnival. And the afterimages of the cooked civilizations, as if enraged, went out of control collectively and turned into a surging torrent of data, like a runaway beast, and rushed straight into the bronze cauldron.
Under the impact of this powerful force, cracks began to appear on the body of the juvenile embryo. The dark matter womb also began to undergo quantum evaporation, and the entire space trembled violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.
"You missed this." Lin Feng's remaining consciousness suddenly condensed, and his nebular pupils reorganized in the core of the cauldron. His body was composed of the contradictory spirals of entropy-reversing codes and cooking algorithms, and the sparkles of emerald and scarlet intertwined flowed from his fingertips: "The real delicacy... is the symphony of fragmentation and recombination."
The moment the Godslayer's Blade pierced the taste singularity, the universe fell into absolute silence. The time axes of all dimensions reversed simultaneously. The cooked civilizations returned to their original forms, and the dark matter womb degenerated into a stream of elementary particles. The juvenile embryo smiled before dissipating: "So it turns out that we... are all unfinished recipes..."
New cosmic bubbles emerged from the remnants of the singularity, with patterns of emerald and bronze flowing on their surfaces. The compound-eyed guardian held the sleeping baby with the original gene prototype in his arms. The wreckage of the starship turned into seeds of the glowing forest and bloomed into billions of entropy-reversing flowers in the vacuum.
The reborn civilizations of the Emerald Galaxy established star-ring cities surrounding the World Tree. Mechanical whale pods carried ecological domes and shuttled through dimensions. Black holes were transformed into energy hubs, and instead of emitting destructive rays, they spewed out quantum nectar that nourished the galaxies. In an unobserved dimensional fold, dark matter cells were quietly condensing into embryos, but the fluorescence of the balance codes flickered in their compound eyes.
The orange cat's afterimage appeared for the last time. The tip of its tail gently touched the new shoots of the World Tree: "This is really goodbye, shit shoveler." Its quantum existence completely dissipated and merged into the pulse rhythm of the cradle of the star sea.
The quantum projection of the clone stood on the top of the star ring. Her double-helix gene chains finally achieved a dynamic balance. When the first ray of emerald dawn swept across the horizon, she hummed the ancient whale songs softly—that was the initial taste memory of the civilization and the opening overture of the unnamed era.