The glowing forest on the Emerald Planet unfurled its branches and leaves in the quantum morning mist. The entropy-reversing fluorescence on the edges of the leaves dyed the night sky into an emerald nebula. Lin Feng stood at the top of the World Tree, holding the baby with compound eyes in his arms. The half of the bronze key in the baby's hand resonated with the pattern left by the clone. Suddenly, the fruit in the center of the tree crown split open, revealing a crystal coffin inside—where the clone's quantum state body was suspended, and the key pattern on her forehead was slowly fusing with the fragment in the baby's hand.
"This isn't resurrection... It's gene iteration." The orange cat leaped onto the crystal coffin. The quantum fluorescence of its tail scanned out a terrifying truth: Each cell of the clone had been transformed into an entropy-reversing carrier, and her consciousness was scattered among every photon in the Emerald Galaxy. The baby with compound eyes suddenly burst into crying, and its pupils projected a holographic image—in an unexplored dimension, the consciousness network of the first-generation breeders was being reorganized, and their gene chains were intertwined into a huge bronze cocoon.
From the depths of the forest came a distorted melody of mechanical whale songs. Twelve entropy-reversing ships broke through the atmosphere, their hulls covered with the symbiotic crystals of the glowing forest. The commander who walked out of the leading ship took off his helmet, and his face made Lin Feng's pupils constrict suddenly—it was actually the mural-painting boy from Earth II! His compound eyes had evolved multiple irises, and light bands composed of entropy-reversing codes were wrapped around his fingertips.
"We've detected the revival fluctuations of the Eye of the Abyss." The young commander's voice carried an electronic reverberation. His armor projected the cooking process of the Milky Way's spiral arms. "The Emerald Galaxy is the last firewall, and you..." Suddenly, his compound eyes opened wide, and the baby in Lin Feng's arms screamed along with it. The fragment of the bronze key in the baby's hand burst out with a strong light.
Suddenly, the roots of the World Tree were quantized and extended to every cooked planet in the Milky Way. The pain in Lin Feng's compound eye scar intensified, and he foresaw a terrifying scene: The entropy-reversing pulses of the glowing forest actually accelerated the evolution of the Eye of the Abyss. Those purified galaxies were being reorganized into more complex cooking forms. The Orion Nebula was distorted into a spiral grill, and the planets in the solar system were strung together into quantum meatballs.
"We've been used!" The orange cat tore open a piece of symbiotic crystal, and a variant of the bullfinch code was flowing inside. The entropy-reversing network of the Emerald Planet was actually the nerve endings of the Eye of the Abyss. Each glowing tree was a disguise for a taste sensor. Suddenly, the baby with compound eyes floated up into the air. The key fragment in its hand and the clone's coffin formed a gravitational vortex—this was exactly the gene trap preset by the first-generation breeders!
Lin Feng leaped into the center of the vortex and grasped the remaining consciousness of the clone in the quantum turbulence. The flood of memories allowed him to witness the ultimate truth: The first-generation breeders had never truly repented. They designed the entropy-reversing codes as a vaccine for the taste virus, just to cultivate a more perfect cooking host. The Emerald Galaxy was the final Petri dish, and the baby with compound eyes was the living key to the main body of the Eye of the Abyss.
From the depths of the cooking black hole came the familiar whale song. The remains of the mechanical whale pods were reorganized into a hyper-dimensional kitchen. Wu Li's mechanical body emerged from the event horizon of the black hole. Hundreds of baby universes were being cooked on the dark matter stove. In the crack in her chest, the bronze cocoon of the first-generation breeders was hatching.
"This main dish is called 'Despair Nirvana'." Wu Li's vocal cords vibrated at a twelve-dimensional frequency. The glowing forest on the Emerald Planet suddenly went out of control. The fruits of the World Tree split into molecular cooking warheads, aiming at all the unpolluted universes.
Lin Feng tore open his compound eye scar. His blood condensed into an entropy-reversing long sword in the void. The sword body was flowing with the memory light stream of the clone. Each light spot was a rewritten taste code. The orange cat detonated the quantum tail flame and tore open a temporary wormhole in the cooking black hole: "Go to the first-generation cocoon! The source code is there!"
At the moment of traversing the dimension, Lin Feng witnessed the complete cycle of the taste civilization: In an ancient universe, the first-generation breeders baked an entire supercluster into a birthday cake; the mechanical whale pods spread cooking genes in the dark forest; the Eye of the Abyss was born from a failed experiment and then devoured its creator in turn.
The core of the bronze cocoon was a gene temple. Millions of cloned embryos of Lin Feng were suspended inside the temple. The oldest embryo suddenly opened its eyes, revealing Lin Jianguo's face: "We've tried 9,999 times. Only you can complete the ultimate dish..."
Suddenly, the temple came to life. The gene chains were intertwined into a giant cooking deity. Lin Feng's entropy-reversing long sword collided with the molecular blade of the giant deity. In the energy ripples that burst out, the battle memories of all time lines emerged: In one universe, he was transformed into a living recipe, and in another dimension, he and the orange cat detonated a stellar stove.
Suddenly, the baby with compound eyes penetrated the dimensional barrier, and the key fragment in its hand was inserted into the core of the temple. A sudden change occurred: All the cloned embryos vaporized collectively, and their gene codes converged into an emerald entropy-reversing torrent. Lin Feng seized this momentary gap and stabbed the long sword into the consciousness node of the first-generation breeders.
"You're wrong..." Lin Jianguo's phantom whispered before dissipating. "The real delicacy..."
The cooking black hole collapsed into a white dwarf in the entropy-reversing torrent. The remaining cooked universes began to purify themselves. The glowing forest on the Emerald Planet spread to the edge of the Milky Way, transforming the mechanical whale pods into entropy-reversing beacons. Lin Feng hugged the gradually transparent baby with compound eyes and found that the key in its hand was complete—it was exactly the pattern on the clone's forehead.
"It's time to say goodbye." The orange cat's quantum body began to dissipate, and the fluorescence at the tip of its tail seeped into the World Tree. "My mission is completed..."
Three years later, Lin Feng stood on the prairie of the reborn Earth. The baby with compound eyes had grown into a teenager. The bronze key in his hand had turned into a star compass, guiding the entropy-reversing ships to repair the universe. The glowing forest bloomed on Mars, transforming the red planet into an emerald cradle of life.
However, deep in the core of a wandering planet, dark matter cells were dividing. The newly born compound eye embryos were curled up in the bronze cocoon, clutching half a fragment of the bullfinch code in their hands. At the far end of deep space, the remains of the cooking black hole suddenly pulsed—that was the last taste signal of the Eye of the Abyss, trembling with the joy of nirvana and rebirth.
Lin Feng stroked the scar at the corner of his eye, which had evolved into an entropy-reversing pupil. When he gazed at the starry sky, he saw the scene a million years later: The entropy-reversing civilization and the cooking civilization were confronting each other at the end of the universe, and the same origin totem was engraved on their warships—the World Tree of the Emerald Galaxy and the gene chains intertwined with the bronze key.
"The cycle never ends..." He murmured softly. The molecular cooking knife in his hand refracted the first ray of morning light in the new era.