Just as "Rainwater" began its small-angle scattering.
In a world invisible to the naked eye.
"I'm very sorry, 4396."
A Baryon, dressed like a doctor, hurried in from outside and placed a CT report on the table.
At the same time, he addressed the Particle before him:
"Your bound state report shows no issues, but I'm regretful to inform you that your lifespan is only 0.77777777x10^-12 seconds left."
The Particle numbered 4396 was a tall, slender young man. Upon hearing this, he frowned:
"10^-12? Why is it two orders of magnitude shorter?"
The Baryon sighed softly; the up quark above his head spun at a super-high velocity as he explained:
"Actually, it's not just you. To be precise..."
"Every Particle in our lead nucleus world only has this order of lifespan remaining."
The Particle was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized something:
"Could it be..."
The Baryon doctor nodded and stood, gazing at the sky:
