Quantum Cafe, Narrative Dimension Folding Layer, Cosmic Era 1054, Winter.
A sharp alarm suddenly blared from Lyra's Mechanical Heart, and the aroma of coffee oozing between the gears grew sour and pungent. The mixer-console fruits on the dome of the Quantum Cafe trembled in unison, and the miniature gears beneath their transparent shells began to spin in reverse, transforming the stored narrative energy into piercing sound waves. Mobao No. 4's mucus churned wildly on the ground, condensing into distorted warning symbols while projecting a holographic data model into the air: "Entropy key anomaly detected! Some mixer-console fruits have been tampered with and are releasing unauthorized narrative frequencies! The memory black market trading index has broken through critical thresholds—a wiped-out memory of a Primitive Tribe can be exchanged for three forbidden coffee beans, with an energy equivalent to an entropy bomb capable of destroying half a dimension!"
In the holographic projection, a black market built from rusted gears and scorched glass emerged in the dark zone of the universe. Traders wearing coffee-cup-shaped masks gathered around a giant Entropy Distiller—a machine woven from the scorched patterns on Chen Mo's Mother's apron and the gear core of Balancer Omega, which was grinding auctioned memories and narratives into black mist inside. When a bean engraved with the truth of the Primitive Tribe's genocide was auctioned off, spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared…
Chapter 105