The fingertips of Lin Mo still retained the icy touch of the quantum monitor. Around the crib, a colorful halo refracted from milk powder crystals floated in the air, and those particles marked by the System as "anchor matter" were rotating slowly in the atmosphere. As he bent down to pick up the diaper he had just changed, he suddenly noticed that the fabric fibers exhibited an eerie negative-mass fluctuation.
"This is impossible..."
The yellow stain on the diaper was twisting into the shape of a Mobius Strip. Lin Mo instinctively reached out to touch it, but his fingertips passed through the fabric and sank into some viscous wrinkle of spacetime. The remaining interface of the System burst into red warnings across his retina:
Chapter 104