The warning from the Admin wasn’t just a message; it was a ripple in the fabric of the sector. For days after the Overclocker’s retreat, the air in the valley felt "stiff," as if the universe was holding its breath. The three moons moved with a mechanical precision that Fang Yi hadn't authorized, a sign that external forces were already recalibrating the local reality.
"They’re not attacking," X observed, her bronze skin shimmering under the copper moon. She was standing atop the highest crystal spire, her sensors pointed toward the zenith. "They’re Indexing."
Fang Yi stood beside her, his Golden Core radiating a steady, black-gold warmth. "Indexing what? We’ve already formatted the basic laws."
"They’re indexing the 'Potential,'" X replied. "The Consensus doesn't care about your mounta
