The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital made my eyes sting. For three months, like a man possessed, I had studied the soda can tab that followed me back to the modern world and the memory of Kong Ci's jade pendant. Medical exams showed my brain was completely undamaged, but my parents and the doctors insisted my "martial arts dreamland" was merely a hallucination from my coma.
Only I knew it wasn't a dream.
"Quantum entanglement..." I muttered, staring at a research paper on the computer screen while my fingers unconsciously rubbed the soda can tab. Ever since waking up, I had obsessively scoured every theory on parallel universes. Hidden beneath my hospital bed was makeshift experimental equipment I had secretly assembled—a few electromagnetic field generators and a laser interferometer.
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