The cracks in reality widened like eyes suddenly opening, revealing a truth that made Lin Fengtian stagger backward. Behind all the cycles, behind all the suffering and struggles he had endured, there was a room.The room was sterile, white, filled with holographic screens displaying thousands of different realities. And before those screens sat a figure in a black robe, its face hidden behind a transparent crystal mask.“An interesting show,” the voice echoed through the cracks, cold and calculating. “The 1001st cycle is almost successful. Almost.”Lin felt his entire existence tremble with anger he had never felt before. “What... what are you talking about?”The figure rose from its seat, a movement that was elegant yet terrifying in its indifference. “My name is The Observer—The Spectator. And all of you—every Lin Fengtian, every cycle, every suffering—are my experiment.”The Unnamed, still in the embrace of Lin 779, suddenly trembled with such intensity that the fabric of reality