CHAPTER 290 — THE THING THAT BEGAN WITHOUT PERMISSION
The world did not collapse. It didn't stabilize either. It continued. Not in a straight line. Not in a controlled state. But in fragments. The space between Long Hao and the Authority no longer held a single condition. It wasn't uniform. It wasn't unstable. It was layered.
Every fragment that had formed—Every piece of existence that had flickered into being—Now remained. Not fixed. Not complete. But persisting. They drifted through the space like unfinished thoughts, each carrying a different state, a different possibility, a different outcome that had not yet resolved.
Some expanded. Some collapsed. Some changed. None followed the same rule. Long Hao stood at the center of it. Not controlling. Not guiding. Watching. "…So it didn't stop." His voice was low. Measured. Because this—Was no longer his doing.
