69novels Chapter 2 Test
Chapter 2 Test
A golden palace. Agar stood on a high platform, his cloak trailing to the ground.
His voice boomed like thunder: "Power is not the goal, Karl, order is."
A chaotic universe needs an ironclad law—and the Dimensional beings are born to be the enforcers of that law.
The memory abruptly ended.
Isaac opened his eyes and recalled these troubling memories:
Visor Philosophy: Power is responsibility, responsibility is domination. Simple and brutal, like a typical American comic book villain's line.
But... what if we execute it in a different way?
Isaac stood on the barren ground, took a deep breath, and for a moment the air currents began to surge into wind.
The surrounding dust and sand moved rhythmically with his breathing.
Then the AI saw Isaac raise his right hand backward, his muscles bulging, like the most perfect stone sculptures.
Muscle fibers contracted like a compressed nebula. The instant the fist was thrown, time seemed to be torn open.
The air in front of the fist was ionized into plasma, forming a blue-white shock sphere with a diameter of 300 meters.
The shock wave quickly spread in a crystalline pattern, vaporizing the surface layer directly and causing the underground rock strata to fracture in concentric circles.
The AI quickly stepped in to create a warm and supportive atmosphere.
"This is amazing; there has never been anything like this in Wittrum's history."
The AI scanned you up and down, marveling, "An invisible field surrounds you, which can change according to your will."
This caused the shockwave to abruptly weaken into a gentle breeze after spreading for 50 kilometers.
Of course, this was a three-dimensional momentum dome that Isaac consciously constructed, which counteracted 99.7% of the subsequent damage through reverse vibration.
Otherwise, this continental plate would be shifted by 1.8 meters, permanently altering the global atmospheric pressure system.
AI post-mortem analysis showed that the skin temperature on the surface of his fist only increased by 0.03 Kelvin.
Isaac's biofield always enveloped the energy that was capable of reshaping the Earth's surface, like a crystal container holding a supernova.
As his X-ray vision scanned the giant, perfectly curved crater in the desert, he couldn't help but mutter a soft remark:
"It's fortunate that we chose to test on these uninhabited planets—if Earth's atmosphere were subjected to this kind of physical interaction, it would probably cough up blood."
This is amazing.
Biofield—that's the most distinctive and iconic representation of the "idealistic power" system of Superman Clark Kent, the Kryptonian orphan in the blue bodysuit and red cape.
It's practically a stubborn holdout on Newtonian classical mechanics, a bug-level setting that forcibly inserts the metaphysical concept of "the spirit directly acting on the material world" into the rules of physics.
It was thanks to this thing that the alien kid who grew up on a Kansas farm was able to defy all common sense.
He lifted a falling 747 passenger plane with one hand and carried a collapsing skyscraper on his shoulder.
Even when diving at supersonic speeds, he can precisely catch the falling Lois Lane with his seemingly fragile arms, preventing her from bursting open like a ripe tomato.
—Think of another chatty, tight-fitting neighbor, Spider-Man, and how tragically his girlfriend Gwen Stacy met her end in a similar high-speed rescue scene.
In the Superman story, all the amazing phenomena that cannot be explained by known science can ultimately be reduced to a magic spell: "When in doubt, use biofield."
This thing is the most illogical eraser in the screenwriter's writing, specially designed to erase physics textbooks.
"Ordinary Witrumians also possess similar abilities," the AI's voice rang out at the opportune moment.
"It's only achieved by manipulating intelligent atoms, far inferior to what you can do... well, do whatever you want."
The holographic projection unfolded silently in the air, and a dense stream of data poured down like a waterfall, displaying a detailed analysis report on the basic capabilities of the Vitrum people from the spaceship's database.
This is being compared to the new ability Isaac is currently displaying, which leans more towards "idealism" than "materialism" in its manipulation.
Isaac subconsciously raised an eyebrow. During his five years of solitude, he had read through a vast amount of data that came with the Dimensional Spaceship.
Among them was his father, whom he had never met, the one who stood on the high platform of the white palace, whose voice was like muffled thunder proclaiming "Power is order."
Indeed, the spaceship's core database was filled with "prenatal education" courses on the ideology of dimensional hegemony, and the words were filled with the logic of conquest through iron and blood.
Fortunately, when this ruthless emperor was conceiving his education plan for his successor, he probably thought for a fraction of a second that the person he was about to launch was just an ignorant infant with no knowledge of the laws of the universe.
Therefore, a large amount of basic, almost endearing, popular science materials still exist.
—It covers everything from atomic structure to galaxy evolution, from basic mechanical principles to primary ecology.
It's like a cosmic version of "100,000 Whys" prepared for alien prodigies.
Through this information, he also clearly understood the powerful nature of the aliens: their DNA chains were woven with the most sophisticated control instructions in the universe, giving them the authority to control intelligent atoms.
These fundamental particles that make up everything are like the most docile soldiers in the hands of the Witrum people.
Even more astonishing is that the Vitrumians themselves are composed of highly ordered, programmable intelligent atoms!
This explains why their bodies can defy the limits of conventional biology and effortlessly escape the gravitational pull of black holes.
It can even theoretically achieve "leap" flight that exceeds the speed of light—not the roar of an engine, but the folding and reconstruction of space itself by intelligent atoms driven by their will.
Any adult Witrum possesses the terrifying power to disintegrate a planet from within or crush an asteroid into cosmic dust.
They are walking natural disasters, living engines of destruction.
Therefore, it seems that there is indeed a cosmic-scale gap between the sources of power of the Voidlings and the Kryptonians.
"Over the years..." the AI's voice rang out again, interrupting Isaac's thoughts.
"...Every day, your body and your abilities are undergoing a...unending improvement."
"From a fragile infant form that could barely survive under the protection of the spaceship's life support system, to now..."
The holographic projection switched instantly, replaying the earth-shattering punch from just moments ago:
Muscles gather power like compressed nebulae, and the fist tears through the air to form a huge plasma shock sphere.
The crystalline shockwave spread violently, but was precisely tamed by an invisible will fifty kilometers away, transforming into a gentle breeze that swept across the sand dunes.
The image freezes on that enormous crater with edges so perfectly shaped it looks as if it had been sculpted with a supernova sculptor's knife.
"...To this day, to be so extraordinary, this evolutionary curve has no precedent in the database."
The growth of Vitrumians is powerful, but typically follows a predictable path of enhancement through the manipulation of intelligent atoms.
And you… Your Majesty Isaac, your future is limitless. Ruling the entire galaxy is already within reach.”
Sure enough, this lousy AI always manages to veer towards galactic hegemony.
Isaac bent his knees slightly and instantly soared into the sky, the planet already beneath his feet.