Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

The plane's rules are extremely fragile, they're like the workings of a machine, where any single faulty part can lead to world-class trouble.


If the Cute Cat Family, capable of manipulating the rules, were to go there, just modifying one rule could cause a chain reaction like a collapsing black hole.


"Can't help it, to us, the plane really is that weak."


Uncle also felt helpless: "So, remember, never let a power capable of triggering a change in the rules go to the year 2008."


"Below Heroic Level, it's just an energy change," Uncle said, "but an energy too vast cannot squeeze through the gate to 2008; it'd burst it if forced."


Bailuo covered his face, speechless: "Then what use is it to me?"


With that remark, Bailuo immediately realized something and awkwardly said, "That's like expecting weapons to grow out of a field, isn't it?"


Chapter 281: World Information Radiation Theory (Seeking Monthly Votes) _3