237: Update! Theory and Defense Methods of Two-Dimensional Foil

"If this world is truly going to be destroyed, I hope the last image I see is you."

Su Qingying's gentle yet heavy words of love smoothed over the taut strings in Lu Chen's heart like a spring breeze.

In the depths of this cold, dark universe filled with slaughter and crisis, this unreserved love from a fellow human was perhaps the greatest motivation supporting them to continue.

Lu Chen didn't speak; he just reached out and tightly held her weak yet firm hand.

At that moment, no words were needed; their heartbeats were the firmest vow.

However, tender moments are always brief.

As the clock's hands quietly passed midnight, that familiar, overbearing, and unquestionable cold force descended once again.

【 Ding — — 】

【 Jinghai Time, Monday 00:00 】

【 future technology system has refreshed. 】

【 Currently instilling this week's black technology into the Host. 】

Boom!

This instillation was completely different from any previous one.

If previous knowledge instillations were like pouring water into a cup, this time it was like forcefully cramming an entire ocean into a walnut!

Agony!

A terrifying, searing pain—as if his soul were being torn, folded, and forcefully compressed—instantly swept through Lu Chen's entire body.

He felt as if his brain no longer belonged to three-dimensional space, but was being "kneaded" on a higher-dimensional level by an invisible giant hand.

Countless grotesque geometric figures, countless physical formulas that defied common sense, and countless cosmic scenes that lived and died in that instant flashed wildly in the depths of his consciousness!

"Urgh — —!"

Lu Chen groaned, his body stiffening suddenly, and cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes on his back.

He gripped the edge of the control console so hard his knuckles turned white, but he never let go of the hand he was holding with Su Qingying.

"Lu Chen! What's wrong?"

Su Qingying immediately noticed his abnormality, anxiously supporting his swaying body, her eyes full of panic.

"I... I'm fine."

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, squeezing the words through his teeth. In his pitch-black eyes, a terrifying storm was churning. "It's just that 'thing' has arrived!"

Ten minutes.

For ten whole minutes, Lu Chen felt like he had rolled through the eighteenth layer of hell.

When that excruciating pain receded like a tide, he was completely exhausted, gasping for air, but his eyes became unprecedentedly bright, even carrying a hint of heart-palpitating fanaticism!

【 Instillation complete. 】

【 This week's black technology: Based on the principles of "Vacuum Decay" and "Dimensional Folding" — — Two-Dimensional Foil manufacturing and 】

【 Absolute Dimensional Defense Technology (Complete Version)! 】

Success!

Lu Chen suddenly raised his head, the sharp light in his eyes almost piercing through the dim bridge!

He had finally obtained it!

That Damocles' sword hanging over his head, that grim reaper's scythe that had destroyed countless civilizations, was now finally in his hands.

And it wasn't just a "spear"; the system had also thoughtfully gifted him a "shield."

A divine shield capable of withstanding a Dimensionality Reduction Strike!

"heavenly craft!"

Lu Chen couldn't care about wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice hoarse but full of strength.

【 Here, Master. 】

heavenly craft's figure instantly appeared. She seemed to have sensed the abnormality in Lu Chen's current state, her virtual eyes filled with concern.

"Immediately, right now! Establish a top-secret file."

"Extract everything currently in my brain!"

"We have work to do!"

One hour later.

expedition core physics laboratory.

The atmosphere here was suffocatingly oppressive.

Apart from Lu Chen, Su Qingying, and heavenly craft, only a few top physicists were qualified to enter.

At this moment, they were gathered around a massive holographic deconstruction diagram, like primitive humans seeing fire for the first time, their faces filled with shock, confusion, fear, and a kind of fanaticism of "hearing the Tao in the morning, one can die in the evening."

"Is... is this the principle of the 'Two-Dimensional Foil'?"

Su Qingying pointed to the complex force field model on the screen that, while static, seemed to be constantly writhing, her voice trembling until it almost changed pitch.

"Using an extreme application of the 'Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle' to forcefully break the stability of three-dimensional space at the microscopic level, inducing 'Vacuum Decay,' and causing higher-dimensional space to collapse into lower-dimensional space."

"This is simply... this is simply like tampering with God's code!"

An old professor took off his glasses, wiping the corners of his eyes with trembling hands, not knowing if it was out of excitement or fear.

"Is this kind of technology really something we, as creatures of this dimension, can master?"

"Regardless of whether we can master it, it is now in our hands."

Lu Chen stood before the main console, his face still pale but his eyes as firm as iron.

"The principle is actually not as complicated as you imagine."

He reached out, swiping lightly on the holographic projection to disassemble the complex model.

"Simply put, three-dimensional space is like a thick sponge. And the 'Two-Dimensional Foil' is a super steamroller."

"By releasing a special force field, it instantly extracts the 'air' inside the sponge—that is, the 'Z-axis' that maintains its thickness."

"Consequently, the originally three-dimensional sponge will be instantly compressed into an infinitely thin sheet of paper."

"In this process, all material structures will collapse, all energy will be released, and all life will turn into a dead pixel in this picture."

Lu Chen's voice was calm, but to the others, it sounded like a devil's whisper.

Turning into a pixel in a picture.

What kind of desperate way to die is this?

You watch yourself, watch your loved ones, watch the entire world slowly flatten, become level, and finally lose all thickness to become a "photograph" drifting in the universe.

This is the horror of a Dimensionality Reduction Strike!

"But!"

Lu Chen's tone suddenly shifted, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Everything has its counter; since there is a spear, there must be a shield."

"The Two-Dimensional Foil is terrifying, but it is not unsolvable."

"heavenly craft, display the 'Dimensional Anchor' model!"

【 Yes, Master. 】

Following heavenly craft's operation, the image on the holographic screen changed again.

Above that "two-dimensional scroll" that was constantly spreading and devouring everything, a sphere emitting a pale golden light suddenly appeared.

No matter how the surrounding space collapsed or fell, this sphere maintained a perfect three-dimensional form, just like a stubborn nail, firmly pinned to that contracting "picture."

"This is our shield—the Dimensional Anchor."

Lu Chen pointed to the golden sphere, his tone filled with powerful confidence.

"Its principle is to construct an independent, high-energy-level 'spacetime bubble' around the spaceship."

"Using 'Strong Interaction Force' materials—that is, our 'Dragon Bone' alloy—combined with high-frequency gravitational wave oscillation, it forcefully locks the geometric structure of three-dimensional space inside this bubble."

"Simply put, it's like putting on a layer of 'dimensional armor' for ourselves."

"Even if the world outside turns into a sheet of paper, we remain that 'un-crushable copper pea'!"

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Su Qingying's eyes lit up instantly. Her genius brain operated at high speed at this moment, instantly grasping the essence.

"This is like a submarine!"

"No matter how high the water pressure outside is, as long as the submarine's hull is strong enough and the internal air pressure is sufficient, we can sail freely in the deep sea!"

"The Two-Dimensional Foil turns the universe into a 'two-dimensional ocean,' and we..."

"...are that submarine sailing in the 'picture'!"

"Bingo!"

Lu Chen snapped his fingers, looking at Su Qingying with approval.

"As expected of my chief scientist; you get it instantly."

"So, everyone."

He looked around, his gaze burning as he looked at every scientist.

"Our task now is very clear."

"First, use the existing 'Dragon Bone' alloy reserves to immediately start manufacturing 'Dimensional Anchor' generators. We must install this life-saving charm on every one of our warships before reaching the Galactic Center."

"Second, launch the 'Two-Dimensional Foil' trial production plan. Since we are going to bomb that black hole, relying solely on star-destroying cannons might not be enough; we need to prepare a truly heavy gift for that 'Star Devourer' nest."

"I want them to also taste what it feels like to be looked at like a picture."

"Yes!"

A deafening roar erupted in the laboratory!

All fear, all confusion, vanished at this moment.

In its place was endless fanaticism and drive.

With a "spear" and a "shield," this seemingly suicidal expedition finally revealed a glimmer of victory.

In the following days, the expedition became a crazily operating arsenal.

All resources were mobilized, and all scientists and engineers entered a sleepless, grueling state.

As for Lu Chen, he locked himself in the core secret room to perform an even more precise and dangerous task.

That was—sealing the "Two-Dimensional Foil."

This thing is not an ordinary bomb that you can just throw once created.

It is essentially a fragment of higher-dimensional space that has been forcefully "frozen" and is extremely unstable.

It must be sealed in an absolutely static container using a special force field.

Once the seal fails, there is no need to wait for the Galactic Center; they would turn into a picture themselves first.

This requires extremely high micro-manipulation skills and a profound understanding of space laws.

Even with heavenly craft's assistance, Lu Chen still felt like he was dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Master, heart rate is too high; rest is recommended."

heavenly craft's worried voice sounded in his ear.

At this moment, Lu Chen's eyes were bloodshot, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

His fingers danced rapidly on the holographic console, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

"Shut up, don't disturb me."

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at the transparent crystal in front of him, which was only the size of a fingernail but emitted heart-palpitating fluctuations.

That was the core of the sealing container—"Zero-Point Field Generator."

"Just a little more."

His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly injected an extremely complex gravitational wave frequency into the crystal.

"Hum — —"

After a very slight buzzing sound that seemed to ring directly in the depths of his soul, that violent, unstable space fragment suddenly quieted down.

It floated quietly in the center of the force field, turning into a card as thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear, with dreamy colors flowing on its surface.

If no one mentioned it, who would think that this beautiful card sealed a demon capable of devouring the Solar System?

"Hoo."

Lu Chen let out a long breath of turbid air, his whole body feeling drained of strength, and he slumped into the chair.

But as he looked at the "little thing" floating in mid-air, a crazy yet satisfied smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Success."

"This is the Two-Dimensional Foil."

"The first true trump card in the hands of human civilization!"