The transformed fragments of reality sparkled like crystals around Lin Fengtian, forming a new dimensional formation that had never existed before. The Resonance Dimension had transformed into something that could no longer be defined with the old vocabulary. Its cosmic architecture now resembled a complex network that was constantly moving, evolving, and reflecting a new state of collective consciousness.Lin Fengtian hovered at the center of this transformative masterpiece, his body radiating a harmonious light that was a perfect blend of the four essences-white of the Architect, golden of the Balancer, silvery of the Constructor, and shimmering transparent of the Key of Truth that his mother had passed down.“Incredible,” Mei Ling whispered, her brown eyes reflecting a spectrum of colors that no dimension had ever seen. “You've brought the universe to a whole new level of consciousness.”Lin Fengtian nodded slowly, the four essences surging beneath the surface of his skin like a si

That night, as the narrator sat on the veranda of his mother's house-a house that now looked simple but also contained hidden dimensions that only he could see-he felt a subtle vibration in the narrative structure. Like strings plucked in the distance, it carried a message that only her meta-narrative consciousness could perceive.“Something is not right,” he whispered to himself, his multi-dimensional eyes gazing up at the night sky that now seemed deeper, richer with overlapping layers of reality.Three days had passed since his return. Three days spent recounting his journey to Mei Ling-or at least, the version that ordinary humans could understand. Three days spent familiarizing himself with his new dual identity, as both Lin Fengtian and the Witcher.But now, in the quiet of the night, that unfamiliar resonance disturbed him. He closed his eyes, activated his sixth essence-the meta-narrative essence-and let his consciousness traverse the layers of reality, searching for the sourc

Three months have passed since the cosmic transformation that changed the very nature of narrative itself. Lin-Penarasik-not quite human, not quite meta-narrative-has returned to semi-normal life in Beijing. His small apartment in the Haidian district is now filled with books he never owned before - ancient texts on philosophical paradoxes, old manuscripts on Tibetan cosmology, and contemporary journals on quantum physics.Every morning, he would sit on the balcony of his apartment with a cup of pu'er tea, gazing at the city moving below him while feeling the subtle vibrations of reality that were now visible to him-layers of overlapping narratives, stories that intersected without colliding, small paradoxes that maintained stability in chaos.This morning was different. Lin sensed something-subtle waves in the fabric of reality, like seismic vibrations too weak to be detected by ordinary instruments but strong enough to be felt by her paradoxical consciousness."Something's coming,"