The moment the seventh bloody spiritual note embedded itself into the Hypercube contract, a tremor of twelve-dimensional strings resonated by Ye Shuli's ear.
She watched as the Stardust Sand falling from Jiang Ye's wide sleeves arranged itself in the void into a monitoring model of a Klein Bottle, while the representatives of the seemingly submissive factions leaked dark purple Cantor Dust from their cuffs.
"Watch out for fractal iteration!" Jiang Ye's voice transmission was wrapped in the fluctuations of chaos theory, and the Klein Bottle projection on the dome of the negotiation arena suddenly distorted into a Mandelbrot set.
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