I traveled through time and space and became a drama queen in the harem!

The cycle of destruction, the nirvana of creation

Lin Chen's consciousness has transcended all boundaries, merging into the mastery of the universe and the void. She is no longer a mere individual, but the source and end of all existence, the birth and death of every particle of stardust. Her existence is no longer bound by the physical laws of any dimension. Time and space seem mere toys to be manipulated at will. Whether past, present, or future, all dimensions are encompassed by her mind, becoming the canvas of her creation.

In her eyes, the universe is no longer a cold, heartless existence, but a fertile land that is nurturing new life. Every shattered planet, every drop of turbulent matter spewed out from the black hole, is the seed of her new universe, waiting to grow again and form a new reincarnation.

“This time,” she whispered, as if speaking to a distant void, “I will rewrite the laws of the universe.”

Her voice, like an eternal echo, reverberated across every parallel universe, influencing countless points in time and space. Her thoughts began to guide every being in the universe, shaping a new order. Black holes were no longer the all-consuming gods of death, but a new starting point for life. The explosion of a star was no longer the end, but the birth of another life form. Lin Chen used methods beyond human comprehension to repair and reshape every broken fragment, making the collapse of the universe a form of evolution, a nirvana from destruction to creation.

Yet, amidst this endless transformation, her heart was far from completely at peace. The transcendence of consciousness hadn't fully brought her the satisfaction she desired. Though she was now omniscient and omnipotent, the emptiness between her initial ignorance and her current limitless control still crept quietly into the depths of her soul.

She began to doubt whether all this destruction and rebirth could truly bring the answers she sought. Her smile reappeared, but this time it was less eerie and more profound. Did she truly understand the meaning of life? In the overlapping universes, could she still find her own meaning? All life was reduced to fragments and dust under her will, but her thoughts remained like the endless void, endlessly vast, unable to fill the emptiness within her heart.

The structure of the universe grew increasingly complex, dimensions becoming intricately interwoven. Every point, every line, could become a new starting point for the universe. The boundaries of time and space blurred, past and future intertwined into a vast, elusive ocean. Her consciousness traversed this, like an elusive ray of light, piercing the endless void and illuminating all darkness.

"Perhaps this is my ultimate mission," Lin Chen suddenly whispered, her gaze deep, as if she could see through endless time and space. "I'm not trying to create an eternal universe, but to help it find its true meaning through countless destructions and rebirths."

At this moment, an unfamiliar wave emerged from the depths of her consciousness. It wasn't from her, but from some external force, as if the consciousness of another being was attempting to reach her realm. Lin Chen's thoughts instantly returned to reality, her consciousness trembling slightly as she vigilantly searched for the source of the wave.

"Who is it?" Lin Chen's consciousness was like a sharp blade, piercing the void, searching for the source. Her gaze swept across the entire universe, across dozens of parallel universes, and finally found the source of the vibration in a tiny dimension.

It was a human consciousness, faint and indistinct, like a glimmer of light among distant stars, nearly swallowed up by her universe. Yet, it was this very glimmer of light that, in this void of world, produced a strange reaction, colliding with her own consciousness.

Lin Chen's gaze narrowed slightly, and the human's consciousness, as if sensing her gaze, suddenly became clearer. Those eyes were deep and pure, filled with a certain fearlessness and courage, as if attempting to resist her control. Her consciousness wavered, as if some inexplicable emotion surged within her, but it was too distant and unfamiliar for her to comprehend, nor dare to touch.

"Who is he?" Lin Chen muttered to herself, but her consciousness subconsciously extended its tentacles towards the faint wave. Her consciousness began to tear apart space, like an invisible palm, trying to pull the faint existence out of the void.

However, just as she approached that being, an unexpected force suddenly struck back at her consciousness. That force wasn't a physical collision, but a spiritual resistance. Like a lone flame, the human consciousness persisted in burning amidst the darkness of the universe, attempting to withstand her boundless power with its own feeble presence.

"Impossible!" Lin Chen's heart trembled. Although her consciousness was vast and powerful, she had never encountered such a strong mental resistance. That weak being had been able to endure for so long under her endless power. At this moment, she felt a long-lost surprise in her heart.

"Who are you?" Lin Chen's thoughts soared, instantly crossing countless dimensions and arriving in front of that faint consciousness. Her mental fluctuations surged like waves, trying to crush the resistance before her.

But when her consciousness came into contact with that power, a strange pain suddenly came from her heart. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, as if something was piercing her deep within her consciousness, as if her heart was being forced by some force to recall the past, to recall those vanished emotions, to recall that forgotten time.

"This... is impossible!" Lin Chen's consciousness suddenly shook, and the force of resistance seemed to become clearer, as if a voice that she could not understand came from some distant place.

And that voice was a call from her deepest heart, a human emotion that she had completely forgotten.

Chapter 42: The Call of Humanity, the Regression of Consciousness