Incalculable Factor Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

The towering spire collapsed with a thunderous roar, books written by scholars from different races across different times scattered all around. In an instant, black triangles of all sizes covered each book and every brick, quickly merging into one and spreading outwards. Black slime flowed like lava along the orderly streets as people screamed and cried, attempting to escape this terrifying disaster. Many tried to use transportation to flee but crashed into buildings or other vehicles that had encountered accidents in the chaos; more people were caught off guard, running away from the slime only to be knocked over by others equally terrified and ultimately assimilated by the slime. Children cried loudly on the streets, while several young people hid in the remnants of buildings, deluding themselves that they could evade death this way. "There was no warning, why, why!" "Why didn't anyone warn us!" "@1, it's dissolution! Help!" "Quick, initiate consciousness transfer! It's the only way—ah!" "@2, hurry, use the device!" said a voice, "We'll buy you time!" "No! I—" "We've already been @1, but you, you still have hope." answered a gentle voice, "Survive, @2, survive. Then—" Winkle awoke abruptly, her eyes snapping open to find herself surrounded by stacks of books and several coffee-stained mugs. On the nearby blackboard were notes and memos of varying sizes, along with an equation only partially completed. In the disheveled room, lights were placed in corners and at the center, as well as beside the large device she was at, illuminating the entire office brilliantly. She remained silent for a moment, curling her body more into the positioning device, continuing the interrupted calculations.