Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True
Chapter 205

Ye Bai's gaze fell upon the Star Cluster Terminal in her hand.

This time, the timing was unfortunate—no new tasks appeared in the mission zone. Yet, for Ye Bai, this terminal had long transcended its functional purpose.

At her current level of power, she could perceive the Star Cluster Terminal's uniqueness more clearly. Unlike any other object in this world, even the rarest materials, it was fundamentally different.

Once, during a previous Star Cluster mission, Ye Bai had used Historical Recurrence to retrieve an ultra-terrestrial-class starship from the 'past,' perfectly replicating the original vessel.

But when she attempted the same ability on the Star Cluster Terminal, the past terminal instantly merged with the present one, unable to coexist.

Ye Bai had initially assumed this was due to the terminal's special material composition. Now, however, she realized its uniqueness stemmed from something else—its constant connection to the higher-dimensional psychic universe.

This revelation sparked a startling yet increasingly plausible hypothesis in her mind.

Unlike the Star Network, which allowed intelligent beings to project their consciousness into another world, Star Cluster technology exerted a far more direct influence on the physical universe.

The most striking example was the micro-wormhole. The exchange zone technology, which had once astounded Ye Bai with its ability to function anywhere in the cosmos, likely operated by leveraging the psychic universe.

Having recently uncovered the truth about the Divine Realm, Ye Bai immediately recognized a concept that shouldn’t exist in the real world yet perfectly described Star Cluster technology—

Authority.

Within the Star Cluster Church, a clear hierarchy existed between the primary terminals held by its members and the secondary terminals distributed across the lawless starfields. Higher-tier primary terminals issued Star Points and 'subcontracted' missions to psychics in the chaotic starfields. Each time a mission was settled, a Church member with a higher-authority terminal would appear—either to distribute points or provide advanced technologies unavailable in the exchange zone.

At its core, this was a transfer and delegation of 'authority.'

Beyond knowledge-based technologies, devices like micro-wormholes, electromagnetic cannons, and gravity traps—instantly deployable by terminal users—might not require high-tech remote deployment or energy support at all.

Terminal holders, connected to the higher-dimensional psychic universe through their [Authority], merely issued a command at the interface. The universe itself then manifested these phenomena.

Unlike intelligent beings, who had to study and understand the cosmos before harnessing natural forces—energy, magnetism, gravity—through theory and engineering, the universe needed no prerequisites.

If the universe was programmable, creating a wormhole, concentrating a star’s energy, or weaving gravitational fields required no groundwork. These phenomena were simply part of its fabric.

This was why Historical Recurrence could retrieve matter from the 'past' but couldn’t generate new 'authority' from nothing.

The realization left Ye Bai silent for a moment. Then, focusing her psychic energy, she channeled it into the terminal in her hand.

In the next instant, her pitch-black pupils began to shift.

Had any creature been present to gaze into Ye Bai’s eyes, they would have seen their own past replaying in reverse within those depths.

The Star Cluster Terminal, now under her scrutiny, also rewound rapidly in her vision.

From its latest owner, Ye Bai, to its previous holder, Black Hole—every historical moment tied to this terminal was laid bare.

Though limited to the scope of her terminal-centered perspective, nothing was omitted. If it had happened, she could perceive it.

The scenes flashed like afterimages in Ye Bai’s eyes. Her current psychic processing speed surpassed light itself, allowing her to absorb vast swathes of information in mere moments.

Back when she was only a B-rank psychic, her temporal abilities had been limited to four skills. Now, her powers had ascended to an entirely new level.

Tracing an object’s past was just one of her capabilities.

As ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‍the terminal’s history unfolded before her, Ye Bai discovered that even the alias 'Black Hole' had changed hands three times before she acquired it.

The first user adopted the name, only to lose the terminal in battle. The second inheritor elevated the alias’s reputation, securing partial technology and an Aether Lab before being killed by the third 'Black Hole'—the one Ye Bai later eliminated.

This third user had held the terminal the longest, expanding the Aether Lab’s archives and employing genetic engineering to create loyal subordinates like the bald Mei Jia and Luo Jin, along with several other identical enforcers.

The timeline continued rewinding, revealing the terminal’s earlier owners—until, at last, she witnessed its origin.

This secondary terminal, alongside a hundred identical counterparts, had separated like glistening white droplets from a dark-gray primary terminal.

The sight instantly reminded Ye Bai of the information she’d once gleaned from Lelun’s primary terminal—specifically, the management of secondary terminals. Clearly, the Star Cluster Church had deliberately dispersed these units to outsource missions in the lawless starfields.

Having traced the white terminal’s birth, Ye Bai redirected her focus, pouring more psychic energy into observing the black primary terminal—its earlier form.

The primary terminal had passed through far fewer hands than its chaotic starfield counterparts, changing ownership only twice before reaching its source.

This dark-gray terminal had split off from an even deeper black terminal, confirming Lelun’s ancient lineage—the terminal Ye Bai had destroyed had been that same inky black.

Did a darker hue signify greater authority?

The unfolding vision increasingly validated her theory. If Star Cluster technology truly surpassed even the Star Alliance’s advancements, its origins should be visible in this historical trace.

Ye Bai pressed further, intensifying her psychic output to scrutinize this evidently higher-tier terminal.

If terminals branched outward in layers… what lay at the very beginning?

Just imagining the ultimate form that could be achieved by combining numerous permissions made Ye Bai's scalp tingle. No wonder the Church of the Celestial Stars held such absolute authority in the Chaotic Star Sea.

But if such a "universal control console" truly existed, why would it appear in the real universe?

At this moment, an absurd thought surfaced in Ye Bai's mind: What if the world she lived in was also a game, and the Church of the Celestial Stars were the GMs? Then who were the "players"? Were they hidden somewhere in the universe, or did they exist in a higher dimension she had only glimpsed briefly?

"Boom..."

A resonant hum echoed in her mind. As Ye Bai continued her mental backtracking, she finally broke through some kind of barrier, reaching the origin of the black master control terminal.

There, a group of devotees clad in starry robes stood gathered around what looked like an altar—or perhaps a plaza.

At the very center of the plaza stood a square stone pillar, atop which hovered a crystal-clear orb the size of a human head. A figure in an exceptionally ornate bishop's robe reached out and placed a hand on the orb.

In the next instant, countless prismatic refractions of light burst forth from within the orb. As the radiance expanded, the first hundred black master control terminals emerged from it.

With her current computational abilities, Ye Bai even counted the exact number of light beams—6,895,134.

What was that orb? Could it be a relic left behind by the Floating Nether Clan after their mechanical ascension? And what of the Celestial Stars that the Church worshipped?

Just as this new question arose in Ye Bai's mind, all traces of the vision abruptly vanished.

The past she had been observing disappeared, and her focus returned to the secondary terminal in front of her. The background, however, had shifted back to the familiar ether lab.

This was the limit of what she could uncover through a mere secondary terminal.

Yet, Ye Bai's expression showed no disappointment. She had already obtained more than enough information.

Now, when Ye Bai traced the past through an object, she didn't just see images—she witnessed "history" itself. During the backtracking, the information she could gather wasn't limited to visuals; she also gained knowledge of those who had interacted with the object and the locations it had passed through.

Obtaining an object meant unraveling the entire chain of cause and effect behind its existence.

And this ability to trace history was just one of the many powers Ye Bai now possessed.

Without even leaving the lab, Ye Bai channeled her psychic energy and tore open a rift in spacetime before her.

Yes, a spacetime rift.

Unlike ordinary A-rank abilities that merely allowed spatial rifts for teleportation, Ye Bai's A-rank spatial manipulation had fused with temporal abilities, making its range no less effective than a micro wormhole.

By the same logic, it naturally also had the power to trace and pinpoint locations across time.

As the spatial rift unfolded before her, the distorted folds of space faintly revealed the silhouette of the plaza she had seen during her backtracking.

Ye Bai herself didn't even know the limits of her capabilities—and that wasn't just empty boasting.

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