Chapter 20 of 'Rebirth in the Coin World' - 'Dimensional Strike in the Coin World'
When the deathly white light of the two-dimensional foil licked the classroom blackboard,
Lin Feng was tracing topological structures with his frozen fingers in the chalk dust.
The white light swallowed the edges of the three-dimensional world,
while the chalk dust slowly spiraled upward in the quantum wind,
each grain of dust carrying a memory of a dimension.
Su Tingting stood at the center of the storm, her long hair dancing like superstrings,
each strand of hair embedded with the micro-signature of a ten-dimensional private key,
piercing through the two-dimensional folded interface —
unlocking the ultimate password synthesized from Nakamoto's lover's ashes.
“Try my mother’s pickle force field!”
The cafeteria lady shouted fiercely, swinging a jar of pickles toward the time-space crack!
The lid exploded, and the lactic acid bacteria fermented for a hundred years instantly activated,
fusing in the singularity's gravity, generating a circle of ghostly green shields,
blocking the boundary engulfed by the two-dimensional foil.
Lin Feng's eyes went blank, and in the moment of dimensional reduction, he saw the truth:
every Bitcoin is a miniature universe.
Every wallet address is a star that never extinguishes.
And what the Trisolaran people fear the most is not Earth's computing power, but —
“Humans are willing to store love and faith in cold wallets.”
Chu Yunting's fate was even more absurd than the dimensional reduction itself.
After being compressed into two dimensions, a gentle smile resembling that of a loving father appeared on his face.
His face became a static QR code.
— This was not randomly generated but was the 'will execution image' left behind by Nakamoto during his lifetime.
A disguised entrance to a blockchain legacy.
Su Tingting approached, smiled gently, and her eyelashes brushed against the QR code layer.
— In an instant, the entire universe's blockchain system synchronized and restarted.
Nebulas extinguished, planets calibrated, nodes updated.
And at that moment, the hot and sour soup in the cafeteria was still bubbling,
in the steam lingered — the residual warmth of the genesis block.
Lin Feng whispered softly:
“This is our chain, not their universe.”#小说
