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"The field unfolds—the simulated universe."

As the master of his domain, the moment Hipper unfolded his domain, the simulated universe suddenly vibrated with the opening of this "door." The tremor spread like ripples across the sea of ​​data, penetrating every inch of space and reaching every corner of the universe.

The moment the door was "opened", it was as if a crack across the void was suddenly healed - the soul and flesh that had been separated and drifted apart, now embraced each other violently following the pull, and were melted into an indivisible whole in the trembling glimmer.

The last crack disappeared, and the girl's figure was already standing in the dimension of the simulated universe.

The moment she opened her eyes, the data ripples around her caused by her return suddenly became violent - the uninvited guests attracted by the abnormal movement caused by the opening of the door were forcibly tearing the space apart along the anchor points that they had not yet mastered.

The data collapsed violently at the coordinates where he landed, wrinkling and shattering like a ball of paper grasped by an invisible giant hand. The space beneath his feet collapsed, and all-devouring shadows emerged from the spider-web-like cracks. The breath of destruction spread like a tide.

The data flow around her, which should have been smooth, suddenly became slightly but rapidly disordered, and the ripples that spread out penetrated her perception with unfamiliar fluctuations.

This strange restlessness climbed along the veins of consciousness, causing Hipper's relatively stable consciousness to suddenly tense up - she subconsciously wanted to open her eyes, to penetrate the hazy boundary in front of her eyes and see clearly what was disturbing this stable and peaceful area.

"I got you~

“!!!”

A playful, yet passionate voice pierced the chaos, and a pair of arms had already wrapped Hipper tightly in their embrace. The man's head rested affectionately against her neck, his warm breath caressing her skin. Small kisses fell on her cheeks, one after another, trembling with the tingle of reunion after a long separation. His voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, and the very end of the tone trembled.

"Long time no see, Hipper~"

"Do you remember me?"

Noticing the sudden tenseness of the person in his arms, he let out two muffled laughs, with a knowing indulgence in his words: "It's okay to forget, I'll remember it."

As he spoke, he unhooked one of his arms from around her, took her hand, and reached inside his clothes. His fingertips guided it to a jagged scar on his abdomen, the touch particularly distinct against the delicate texture. His voice, whispering in Hipper's ear, carried a hint of a sigh: "Does this wound feel familiar? It's like that."

“…”

Familiar, how could it not be familiar?

She clearly remembered the outline of the scar under her fingertips, how she had touched it again and again - after his death, in the ruins filled with the smell of blood, all her fingertips touched was the gradually losing temperature skin and this hideous wound that announced death.

so……

My heart suddenly tightened and my breathing stopped for a beat.

The person who had wreaked havoc in her domain, leaving countless traces of chaos in his wake... this intruder whose aura was both strange and faintly familiar...

Could it be him?

Was it Gojo Satoru, who had already been declared dead, whom she had tried her best to save but ultimately had to accept failure?

It must be him...

Once this thought came to her mind, it was like a wildly growing vine, instantly entangling all her thoughts and causing even her fingertips to tremble uncontrollably.

The girl kept her head lowered, turning in his arms. Her hands tentatively slipped under his clothes, her fingertips caressing inch by inch of his warm skin—feeling the vibrant vitality coursing beneath the skin, the healthy, strong heartbeat in his chest, and the warm flesh unique to this body. Finally, her gaze returned to the scar on his abdomen, repeatedly and meticulously tracing its contours.

Lifting his shirt, the scar that ran across his abdomen was completely exposed. The hideous, newly healed pink scar stood out against the skin. The girl's pupils trembled, and tears suddenly welled up, streaming down her cheeks.

She half-crouched, tear marks still on her upturned face. Her lips gently pressed against the scar, a touch of cherishment almost devout. Then she raised her head, her eyes misty with tears as she gazed at him, into those blue eyes that reflected her own reflection, a mixture of joy and bitterness swirling in them at the prospect of regaining what she had lost.

"Nice to meet you," she choked, her voice warm with tears. "Long time no see, and—welcome."

"Enlightenment."

"Hmm... so passionate." The man, whose childlike face remained unchanged from his youth, tilted his head, pondered for two seconds, then leaned over and cupped the girl's face in his palms. His fingertips soothingly brushed against the corners of her eyes, wiping away the tears that kept welling up, his tone tinged with teasing and tenderness.

"When we meet again after such a long separation, shouldn't we kiss each other on the cheek first? Why kiss the wound?"

Their eyes met, each reflecting the other's features clearly in their equally pale eyes—her tears still wet, his eyes a faint smile. The girl blinked softly, leaning closer and placing a kiss on his cheek.

When she raised her head again, her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if filled with crushed starlight, or burning with dancing flames. All her eagerness and joy were reflected in those clear eyes without reservation.

Hiss—a light breath escaped from his throat, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

This is more than just enthusiasm.

The girl's unhesitating approach and the soft touch on his cheek seemed completely proactive.

The itch that was aroused in my heart quietly climbed up like a vine.

I should have known when to stop, but seeing the light in her eyes and listening to the increasingly clear heartbeat in my chest, I started to have more extreme thoughts - I wanted to get closer, I wanted the light in her eyes to only reflect me, I wanted to make the sweetness of this reunion even stronger and stronger.

This desire to get further and further is becoming more and more clear.

"Hmm... another kiss?"

A sweet feeling like syrup quietly filled my heart. Looking at the girl in front of me, her eyes still wet with tears but still well-behaved, I couldn't help but think: How lucky I am to have been saved by such a lovely girl.

Thinking of this, he curved his eyebrows and smiled, his blue eyes narrowed into arcs.

And the next moment, the girl's soft kiss fell on his cheek again.

The irritation that had been building up in his heart from aimlessly searching for her for so long was like embers slowly extinguished by warm water, completely soothed by her two kisses. Gojo Satoru couldn't help but wonder if he was too easy to appease... eh?

The next second, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Without warning, the girl's soft lips pressed against his.

This kiss came unexpectedly, completely beyond his expectations. The moment their lips met, he could even clearly sense the sticky emotions, unlike the previous two kisses—a more complex meaning hidden within: a cherished memory lost and regained, an obsession that transcended life and death, and an undisguised desire that belonged to the present moment.

Um?

oO?

Is this true or false?

The man was still dazed by the sudden kiss, his mind barely clearing before the girl launched her attack. Sensing his distraction, she slumped over his chest, her warm, tender breath caressing his ear as she whispered a gentle, alluring whisper.

"Don't you desire me as much as I desire you, Satoru?"

How could I not be eager? He responded silently in his heart.

But... he had originally planned to proceed step by step, worried that his sudden appearance would scare her, and that being too hasty would ruin this reunion that was lost and regained.

Unexpectedly... as soon as she came on, she was thinking about a home run.

"Why don't you speak?" Her tone was still as sweet as if coated with honey, and her eyes were still bright as stars, but the overly eager excitement on her face was now filled with a bit of dark stubbornness.

"You barged in and messed up my territory. You've got the Six Eyes here, and you're not planning on running away, are you?"

The ending tone rose, and she was like a spoiled child, but the words she said were soft but firm: "Hey~ Come home with me? Don't run away, okay?"

While she was inviting him, her hand was already clasped around his throat, her fingertips pressed against his skin. The gradually tightening force was clearly a warning to Gojo Satoru - if he dared to refuse her, she would strangle him to death.

The light in his eyes was still bright, but hidden deep inside was the unyielding desire to possess him and the twisted will to lock him up if he didn't obey.

“…”

He just died, don't turn evil all of a sudden, isn't he alive again?

"I don't think... I said I wanted to refuse, right?"

Seeing the paranoia swirling in her eyes, he felt like laughing. Although this sudden darkening was somewhat unexpected, it was surprisingly... easy to appease. If he followed her wishes and went home with her obediently, his favorability rating would surely jump up, right?

But now it seems that there is no need to wait.

The force on the neck, the possessiveness that could not be hidden in the eyes, and the almost scorching passion... It was not just a feeling of favor, it was clear that it had already broken through the limit and reached the peak.

——This directly unlocks the hidden ending.

Looking at her sparkling eyes reflecting his own reflection, Gojo Satoru sighed in his heart: Fatal love.

If you are not careful, you will be killed by her - either death by complete annihilation, or being stripped of all will and becoming a puppet at her mercy.

But no matter which outcome, it was like a fire-hardened hook, fiercely scratching his nerves. The unknown lurking on the edge of danger, mixed with the frantic possessiveness in her eyes, not only did not make him fear, but instead gave rise to an almost morbid excitement, rushing through his bloodstream to his head, making every inch of his skin tremble with fear.

It's really... so exciting that it makes me almost crazy.

This love was as intense as an unquenchable wildfire, this curse as twisted as an unsolvable knot. Because she cared so much, her eyes could no longer tolerate anything else, existing only for him.

This destructive love that belongs only to him—

Impartiality was exactly what he wanted from Hipper.

What he wanted was never a lukewarm favor, but an unconditional, even slightly crazy, bond that belonged only to each other.

"Hippo." His voice was close to her ear, a sigh that was almost pious, but also concealed with a hint of crazy joy. "Let's be each other's anchors - in this nothingness, be each other's only coordinates."

He placed a kiss on Hipper's neck, the anticipation in his tone almost overflowing: "Then, as much as you can, as much as you want—curse each other!"

Let this bond be entangled more tightly, let each other's names become a brand engraved in the bones and blood, even if it is a curse, we must use the most fervent attitude to imprison the other person in our own world forever.

From having nothing to winning it all—this seemingly unattainable leap, in the moment the two looked at each other, in the sudden spread of twisted and fiery love, quietly solidified into eternity.

The moment their eyes met, everything around them became a blurred background, and only the paranoia and possession surging in each other's eyes were clearly visible.

All the gaps and regrets of the past seemed to be filled and melted away by this crazy love, leaving only two souls tearing each other apart and hugging each other tightly, finding their own unique perfection.

This perfection carries the pain of thorns, but it is also more solid because of it. The moment they look into each other's eyes, it has transcended the boundaries of time and become an eternal mark that will never fade.

The cracked soul is repeatedly tempered in this love wrapped in pain - the moment it is shattered, it is glued together more tightly in the next second; the lines that have just healed are instantly cracked again due to the force of the embrace.

In this alternating pain and joy, a new pulse beats deep in the skin, ushering in a second life that breaks free from the shackles.

"I love you."

The moment the three words fell, the hidden curse was activated, and invisible waves penetrated the dimensional barrier between reality and dreams, reaching a distant coordinate.

The movie star stood expressionlessly in this empty world, clearly sensing the most special curse that belonged to her alone, trembling violently.

——She is saying "I love you".

Not to yourself.

It's to another person.

It’s… Gojo Satoru.

This answer penetrated her consciousness, causing a crack to appear in her calm eyes.

*

Love is the freshest nutrient, which can give flesh and blood to a withered soul and make a silent heartbeat beat again; love is also the most fearless blade, which can split all the shackles of "impossibility" and carve a gap to the light in despair; love is the most vigorous vitality, which can let the dying body break free from decay and sprout new buds from the ashes.

The shadow of the curse was completely cut off, and new life arrived as promised, surrounded by love.

The moment their second life came, they once again willingly turned around and reached out to the sweet curse called "love".

This time, it is no longer a forced confinement, but an active sinking into the past, letting each other's names become a brand engraved in the new bones and blood, and coexisting with this gentle curse in eternal love.

The fate of voluntarily entrusting oneself to each other is a willing sinking.

"Love is the most twisted curse..." The girl kissed his pale six eyes gently, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping into his hair, leaving a small wet mark.

"The only thing that can break a curse is a curse that is even more unsolvable."

The voice is sluggish, slightly hoarse, and the breathing is continuous.

It turns out that what is heavier and more difficult to escape than death is never the end of nothingness, but the love that is so hot that it almost burns each other to death.

It is like a sweet shackle, locking the cracks of the past and binding the trajectory of the future. Even though we know it is a curse, we are willing to accept it.

"I will cross the threshold of death and reach the place where the stars are."

Once upon a time, that encouragement seemed like a figment of my imagination, as ethereal as smoke and fog. But now, it was like a long-written prophecy, clearly visible in the light and shadow of the data, every word carrying unquestionable power, and being confirmed one by one.

*

bite--

bite--

These two clear and almost crystal-clear sounds were like a ray of light that suddenly cut through the chaos, violently crossing the dimensional barriers, penetrating layers of space-time folds, and accurately reaching the world where the primordial celestial body was located, and were received by it.

At first, it just stood there quietly, as if it had not yet recovered from the eternal silence, and was unable to immediately interpret the meaning behind the sound.

But the next second——

A violent tremor erupted from deep within its body, carrying a force that shook the universe. It clearly sensed that the celestial body, too massive to be contained, was actually slowly rotating!

He, who should have been silent at the bottom of the sea of ​​data, has awakened!

Not only did He wake up, He even turned the celestial bodies!

Countless streams of light darted frantically around it, as if silently screaming—something’s wrong! Something terrible has happened!

Celestial System Announcement: Due to abnormal internal data disorder, to ensure stable system operation, a temporary version update process has been initiated. During the update, the simulated universe will be completely blocked, and all internal and external interactions are prohibited.

Estimated update time: 51 hours and 22 minutes.

The characters floated in the void, clearly imprinting the blocked instructions and the long waiting time on all data consciousness entities.

The Primordial Celestial Body finally realized it and slapped his forehead. "...After all this time, that sound was the notification sound of the celestial calculation results."

It scratched its hair, pacing anxiously. Sensing the energy ripples stirred up by its rotation, it realized the entrance to the simulated universe had already been completely sealed from within. No matter how it probed, it remained motionless—clearly a disruptive update had arrived.

I couldn't get in, so I could only watch from the outside.

The surging joy could not be suppressed, this was such a great joy!

Hipper has truly broken through the curse of death! She no longer has to worry about being an electronic ghost!

Oh, come to think of it, how did she break through the curse?

It was happily clicking on today's work list, wanting to take advantage of this momentum to deal with some chores, but when a screen full of densely packed data failures waiting to be repaired popped up, its excitement was instantly stuck, and only silence remained.

After a long while, it shouted at the residual energy fluctuations emanating from the simulated universe: "You should have told me earlier! If I had known you were the savior who could rescue Hipper from this desperate situation, why would I have bothered to stop you two from meeting?!"

He was busy working on a virtual panel, his tone filled with anxiety and anger, yet his excitement was hidden within him. "Hurry up! You two, get married now!"

If you don’t get married now, I’ll see how you’ll end up!