Qingran stared at the mission notification, her mind racing.
Investigate the anomaly?
What exactly was she supposed to be looking for? She had already seen the footage—an unidentifiable shifting figure, flickering in and out of existence inside Lab 37. It wasn't the virus. It wasn't something she had ever encountered before.
And yet, it was here, in this timeline.
Something had changed.
And that meant she had to change with it.
Qingran closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Fine. If this was the new reality, then she would adapt. Just like she always had.
She refocused on the system. "Lingquan, give me everything you can on this anomaly. Anything in the records, any theories—anything."
Silence.
Then—
[No available data.]
Qingran's brows furrowed. "What do you mean no data? You just told me this wasn't in the original timeline."
[Correct.]
"Then analyze it."
[Insufficient information.]
A humorless laugh escaped her lips. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
