Chapter 432

Ye Shuli's data link emitted a sharp alarm at her wrist, the Klein Bottle dome refracting countless moments of them being watched by the golden eyes. Quantum tides surged in, carrying a wreckage model of a spacecraft that crashed down with a roar, and she suddenly noticed that every single metal fragment was engraved with Jiang Ye's genetic code. "Don't use three-dimensional logic to deconstruct a four-dimensional trap!" Jiang Ye's white shirt flickered with phosphor fire in the imaginary space, and twenty-sided dice projections suddenly sprang from his fingertips. "Remember the chaotic solution to the three-body problem?" The dice split in mid-air into a dodecaphonic tuning fork, and each facet began playing a different version of "Ode to Joy".