Chapter 101: The Ephemeral Worlds
Author: Alan Buana
last update2026-07-11 13:30:03
The glowing nebula, rendered in exquisite detail on the Nexus’s primary holographic projector, vibrated with impossible light. It swirled with hues of deep amethyst and shimmering jade, not through the predictable dance of stellar dust, but with an intelligent, purposeful choreography.

Then, from its very heart, a civilization bloomed. Not just stars and planets, but cities, spires of living crystal, bridges of pure thought, vast interconnected networks visible even at this macro scale all desi
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