System: My Doomsday Train Chapter 993 374: Xiaolv's Mother

The reality turned out exactly as he had anticipated.

Inside this immensely expansive and wildly fluctuating high-dimensional realm filled with chaotic numbers, no civilization could evade his radar's detection. His radar had reached its maximum level, precisely 10001.

Even against enemies equipped with top-tier radar shielding.

Detection was still within his grasp.

In such a wildly disordered high-dimensional space, any civilization present would undoubtedly qualify as a high-dimensional one.

"Ai,"

Seated within the train's cabin, Chen Mang narrowed his eyes at the radar display revealing the turbulent, shifting high-dimensional space: "Do you think... a high-dimensional civilization might actually exist?"

At this moment, he stood.

Nearly at the universe's peak.

With just a little more time and resources, surpassing every civilization lay within reach.

The first mention of 'divine-level civilization' had stunned him deeply, unleashing an overwhelming pressure, yet... drawing nearer to this level, he now viewed divine-level civilizations as quite commonplace.

If a level 1 civilization resembles ants in frailty.

A divine-level civilization holds power akin to ants.

Fundamentally, little differs.

True enough, divine-level civilizations wield methods to obliterate numerous civilizations in an instant, but at their core, it's unchanged—far from the true high-dimensional civilizations he envisioned, genuine high-dimensional ones.

"There probably is,"

Ai's voice echoed from the train: "However, it likely doesn't dwell in this universe, and certainly not in this turbulent high-dimensional universe. That 'high-dimensional universe' is simply an outgrowth formed amid the universe's growth."

"Should that zone settle close to the 'universe's core,' its parameters will steady too, merging into the observable universe as part of its primary structure."

"It doesn't count as a true high-dimensional universe."

"I suspect—"

"The authentic high-dimensional universe could well lie 'beyond the universe,' past the boundaries of our ever-expanding cosmos, housing the real high-dimensional civilizations."

"And our universe might appear to them as little more than a lab container."

"Or maybe an amoxicillin capsule."

"It could even resemble a coconut."

"Who can say."

"Those high-dimensional civilizations might watch us like lab rats, or ignore us entirely, much like adults overlook ants burrowing their homes—save for curious kids."

"In that light, the previous 'Creator of the Future' might have been correct: humanity ought not venture beyond the universe, for the threats lurking outside surpass our endurance, potentially heralding not just civilization's doom, but the universe's own demise."

"..."

Chen Mang stayed quiet, offering no words.

His thoughts drifted to the "Hell Suit," the universe's singular set boasting multiple formidable abilities, though in truth, those were mere bonuses—the true essence boiled down to one: the sole means to escape this prison-like universe.

Should high-dimensional civilizations truly monitor their universe.

That spelled troubling tidings.

Observation rarely stems from kindness.

Like kids peering at an ant colony's path, they don't gently kneel with precise instruments but splash urine crudely to reveal it.

Perspective gaps, even absent ill intent, breed catastrophe.

Of course.

This remains pure conjecture.

No proof exists now, nor intel on what awaits beyond the universe.

His priority stays clear.

Achieve divine-level civilization status swiftly.

And afterward...

Ponder peeking beyond the universe.

...

Soon after, Chen Mang lounged in his seat, eyes fixed on the Doppler radar imagery. He now occupied the... heart of the entire universe.

Indeed.

His origin point, the Nia Star System, sat precisely at the universe's central hub, arguably its deepest core.

Naturally...

The universe isn't some fantasy tale; no assurance exists that a central spot brims with riches—otherwise, his humble beginnings wouldn't have been so dire.

From the radar display, he discerned the universe carved up among 27 divine-level civilizations, spanning 14 races, with prominent ones birthing multiple such powers.

Take the Human Race.

Humans had spawned five divine-level civilizations altogether.

To wit: "Human Civilization," "Creation Civilization," "Qi Tian Civilization," "Taoist Civilization," and "Star Refining Civilization."

All five sprang from the Human Race, populated solely by humans.

The initial trio relied on trains, whereas "Taoist Civilization" and "Star Refining Civilization" pursued cultivation paths.

"Cultivation civilizations..."

Chen Mang gazed pensively at these two civilizations' domains, which neighbored one another. Advanced cultivation civilizations were rare sights, representing an intensely polarized development model.

Frail during early phases.

Yet, upon maturing, their late-game might matched any.

The divine-level civilization domain enveloping him belonged to "Human Civilization." To ascend to divine-level status, devouring a divine-level territory came first, followed by enduring rival pressures. Only through such trials could true divine-level stature emerge.

For divine-level ascension, this "Human Civilization" sharing his name loomed as a prime adversary.