Lin Yue, a medical slacker from Beijing Normal University's Medical Research Institute, was sucked into a strange door by a mysterious force just because she casually complained a few words.
The black-robed man obviously hadn't expected this, and the rhythm of his attack paused. "You...what are you doing?"
"I'm completing an unfinished story." Lin Yue's voice was firm yet gentle. "Every character created deserves a complete ending. These dark possibilities should not be sealed, but embraced."
She inserted the USB drive into the intersection of reality and virtuality, where seventeen-colored lights collided violently with black data streams. Within the light, deleted chapters began to reassemble, and abandoned characters found new destinies. Cyberlavender was reborn from the ruins, Dragon Cave became a haven of peace, and the clock of Cog Alley began to tick again.
The black-robed figure's body began to become transparent, and the sneer on her face was gradually replaced by relief: "I see... A rejected story can also live on in a different way." As the words fell, she turned into countless glowing fragments and merged into the reorganized narrative network.
The moment the crisis was over, the eighteenth moon regained its silvery glow, and the black data stream receded like a tide. The students' shadows returned to normal, and the code vines in the computer center dissipated. Lin Yue gazed at the rekindled starry sky and suddenly understood that the so-called "perfect story" is never just a fairy tale of hope, but the courage to face all possibilities.
Lu Li's data gradually stabilized, and a gleam of relief flickered in his eyes. "The original plan was a success. The boundary between reality and virtuality is no longer a barrier, but a canvas for storytelling. Everyone with empathy can be both the author and a character."
The calico cat jumped onto Lin Yue's shoulder, and the gear collar spelled out a stream of data: "Where does the next story begin?"
Lin Yue smiled as she flipped open her notebook, the morning light falling on the blank pages. Outside the window, real lavender and a sea of data flowers swayed in the breeze, together composing a new legend. In this world interwoven with countless possibilities, the story never ends, because every participant is writing their own brilliant chapter.
(End of Chapter 57)