On the quantum protective film of the nursery, the lingering ripples of a six-dimensional standing wave continued to undulate. Lin Mo crouched in the corner, his fingertips brushing against the folds of space-time caused by the infant's cries. The phantom of the God-level Business System flickered across his retinas.
"Negative curvature fiber..." He tore open a diaper soiled with excrement, purple crystals seeping through the gaps in the fabric. "These are the foundational materials for a Dyson sphere."
Su Yuqing retreated half a step, holding the sleeping infant. Three days ago, she had discovered that whenever their son defecated, golden, circuit-board-like patterns would appear on the leaves of the pothos in the living room. Now, those patterns were spreading along her arm, weaving into a series of Mobius Strips on the baby's swaddle.
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