At 3:00 AM in the laboratory, blue light danced across the data screens. Lin Mo stared at the bright red "History Alteration: 51%" notification, his knuckles tapping the console unconsciously. The sound of metal meeting glass echoed through the empty lab like some form of Morse code.
"Interesting..." he said to the air. His voice suddenly shifted into an electronically synthesized tone, "So this is the critical point."
The System Spirit’s projection descended from the ceiling, its translucent, data-stream-composed figure appearing much blurrier than usual. As it drifted toward Lin Mo, the holographic projection flickered a few times, like an old television with a loose connection.
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