Chapter 67 The Love Virus "Where is the experiment at now...?"

"Where is the experiment at now?"

Stephen locked himself in his room, rapidly typing out a long string of code on the keyboard while looking up to answer Black Tower's question:

"About 60%. It is expected to drop to around 55% after the virus is adapted."

Black Tower paced anxiously back and forth in the office, her high heels clicking on the floor. Screws glanced at her and said calmly, "Black Tower, don't be so nervous. We've made all the necessary preparations. All we need to do is trust her."

“…I know.” Black Tower closed his eyes. “I know all of this. But I can’t help it…Zandar is just too troublesome. I hope they’ll be alright.”

In the confined compartment, Ruan Mei gave the new genetic code a final check. If successful, it would bring a breakthrough to her current experiments—what could be more exhilarating than personally elevating the life of an entire planet?

...

Fireworks has disappeared again, but things are different now. Compared to Pinocchio's suspicion and vigilance, you have long since trusted her more.

Therefore, you didn't pay much attention to the dormant simulator.

The moment the dream shattered, Laigushi's giant hand, like a real spear of divine retribution, smashed straight down on the creatures on the ground!

Buildings collapsed with a deafening roar, rivers churned with spray, and birds flapped their wings, scattering in alarm. It was an apocalyptic scene. You looked up and saw a blood-red sky, and the inorganic eyes of the ancient beings that shone alongside it.

He completely ignored the crowd huddled together, stiffly turned his neck, and fixed his gaze on you standing on the balcony holding a baseball bat.

You look so small. As small as those numbers. A gust of wind could blow you away, but even the most solid mountain peak cannot conquer you.

A gust of wind blew by, and the forget-me-nots swayed and shook their heads, as if anxiously waving their roots, reminding you to escape quickly.

You, however, simply looked up at Laigushi with a resolute gaze.

"I didn't want to fight you in the first place."

His tone was tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, yet still cloying and feigned intimacy, “But you really… have annoyed me a little… dear savior, my executioner.”

"Still struggling?"

Lai Gushi seemed very confident in himself.

You stood alone on the balcony, showing no sign of panic, clearly having come prepared. However, he was blinded by anger, remembering how he'd been played like a fool for so long—not the kind of intellectual exchange he enjoyed, but purely a source of frustration. He abandoned all his plans and reached out to grab you.

“…I have to imprison you so you won’t have the energy to think about those pathetic prisoners anymore,” he said.

Just wait for that moment when he gets controlled by his emotions.

As the giant hand rose high and then fell heavily, trying to grab your body—

"Now!"

Kerudela suddenly shouted.

"receive."

Stephen pressed his earpiece, and at the last moment, he gathered all his resentment towards Legus, his anger at the injustice of fate, his expectations for the future, and his tender love for the whole world, squeezing them to the limit and refining them rapidly. In an instant, countless lines of code surged onto the small screen in front of him.

Different beams of light rose from between the dilapidated residential buildings, converged outside the sky, pierced the crumbling sky, revealing the brilliant colors of the Milky Way outside, and then twisted together, like a knot that had finally been tightened.

"call……"

Krydella shone with golden light, the expanding energy almost engulfing her petite body. Her face and body even began to crack, with golden light constantly surging out from the cracks, blocking the world-destroying attack in front of you!

You hear Lycus let out a heavy sigh.

...

Her vision blurred. Krystra swayed, but Heather caught her just in time.

She could no longer see the expression on the face of her most trusted and loyal minister, but she could barely make out that in the shadows, the blood-red color faded from the sky, revealing a starry sky different from Onphalus, as vast as the real Milky Way.

The stars are shifting.

Krydella took a deep breath, as if she were giving her critically ill lungs one last breath of oxygen, or as if she were greedily inhaling the scent of that galaxy—a battlefield she had never set foot on, yet which was destined to belong to her.

[You will conquer the sea that marks the boundary between heaven and earth, and then sleep eternally amidst the sound of the waves—]

"Caesar."

Hathaway sighed.

"...Protect...my people..."

These were her last words before she completely lost consciousness.

*

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

tinnitus.

"Cough cough cough!"

You cough violently.

The moment the sky was shattered, you instinctively covered your face, trying to block the howling wind.

"—No guide!" Stephen's anxious voice came from the tracking anchor. "I need an anchor point to hold this overwhelming energy, otherwise, relying solely on the data channel could easily lead to chaos! Ideally, it should be related to Onpharos' local data—"

Anchor point?

Your brain is working at lightning speed.

Who is suitable to be this anchor point? Currently, those associated with Onpharos...

March 7th and Danheng... No, they've already done their best to delay Lai Gushi, and the fact that they haven't sent any news means they must be exhausted.

Tian... at the moment the boundary between dreams and reality was broken, as the guardian maintaining your consciousness channel, she must have suffered considerable injuries.

The Golden Blood... No, the immense energy Caesar unleashed just now wasn't solely her achievement; it was the result of all the known Fireborn heirs exerting their utmost efforts. They pooled their power into Caesar's body, and now they must be exhausted and powerless...

You grit your teeth, "I'll do it..."

However, before you could finish speaking, a clear, ethereal ringtone sounded in your ear.

"Ring... Ring..."

...that sound was like...

The wind chimes sway under the eaves of the Elegant Secret Pavilion.

"Oh dear, how could we leave out such an important event?"

A lively girl's voice came, intimately brushing against your ear, the last syllable carrying a proud tremor.

"Let them handle it. The story of the savior will have its conclusion in the final battle."

"...Xi Lian!"

You turn around in surprise and see the pink-haired girl you haven't seen in a long time standing in front of you, her figure light and graceful, her eyes now a kaleidoscope of colors. She raises a finger to her lips and shushes you.

I winked at you again.

Before you could even ask her where she had been or why she looked like this, she spoke up. Now was not the time to ask those questions.

"Go on your way. Bai'er is waiting for you." She said softly, in that lively and gentle tone, "When you come back, we'll go swing together again."

Anchor point has been selected.

Selected by: id PhiLia093

"Alright, that's settled now. Don't look so gloomy, it doesn't look good. Of course, I like you no matter what, but you are the one destined to write the ending, so don't stop here."

Stephen exclaimed in surprise, “The virus’s power has increased again! Let me see, this PhiLia093, the energy compatibility with the virus is so high! ...No, that’s strange, but what she’s showing doesn’t seem to be primarily rebellion…”

Xi Lian simply smiled, a gentle smile rippling across her eyes. Her gaze was so tender and focused, and that strand of white hair was like fresh snow on a branch, falling onto a colorful flowerbed, carrying a gentle coolness.

You opened your mouth, and then a brilliant idea flashed into your mind.

...It is love.

Besides rebellion, there is also love.

Sophia's love for flowers, Grandma's love for Sophia, children's love for their families... Even a kitten will raise its tail and think, "What a beautiful day!" The human who gave me the dried fish is drunk, but also very cute.

And they also share a tender love for life, for Onphalus, and for the whole world.

Including Xi Lian. Because she also deeply loves this world, she was able to blend into these surging emotions so smoothly, like spinning cotton thread as a child, slowly and patiently smoothing out those perhaps bitter or sour emotions, and then transforming them into a strong force in her heart.

Xi Lian's body was also fading. She didn't even ask what the price of becoming this [anchor point] was—or perhaps she simply didn't care.

You place your hand on your heart, "*See you tomorrow*."

Xi Lian paused for a moment, then smiled. Her figure and voice transformed into countless particles, dissipating together in the wind.

But that murmur rang clearly in your ears.

"*See you tomorrow*."

*

at the same time.

With the help of the emotional virus, they finally managed to break through one of Onfaros's barriers, and the crowd that had been waiting outside seized the opportunity and rushed in.

Hanabi and Sambo stood amidst a menacing black tide. Laigushi had activated his authority, and at that moment, those indescribable things were twisting and surging in all directions, attempting to devour all living creatures, but were intercepted by the red light.

The rotating, the lights, and the [joyful] stage are in place.

Hahahaha!!!

Fireworks stood firm amidst a circular barrier, halting her ceaseless dance and placing her hands on her hips.

"Hanabi-sama has been waiting for this day for so long—! She has been looking forward to this day for a very, very long time!"

She lowered her voice, seemingly oblivious to the danger, and laughed as usual.

"—The climax of the play is about to begin! To judge whether a play is up to standard, we really have to watch this part!"

"Hey, I said—"

She lazily dragged out her words, but the red light emanating from her body mercilessly slashed at the black tide that was trying to attack her.

"How disgusting! Do you really think I'm a vegetarian?"

Sambo, who was far less mad than her, could not contain his excitement either. He grabbed a writhing black tide and cut it in half with his sharp blade.

He was humming a song.

“I’m telling you, you monsters don’t look like you have any money. You don’t have the potential to be my big clients.”

Old Sambo looked distressed.

"But you're going to hurt my sister...?"

He paused, his smile suddenly vanished, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"That won't do."