Chapter 32: Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 32 [Partial Rewrite] "I...

Pure white.

Endless, soft and cold pure white.

Ye Ling's consciousness seemed to be sinking in sticky warm water, floating up little by little.

Finally, all the pain disappeared, replaced by a sense of emptiness and calm. My body felt light and airy, as if it weighed nothing.

He slowly opened his eyes.

There were no ripples in the river. No torrential rain. No cold marble floors or suffocating encroachments.

There is only pure, silent, boundless white space.

[…Zizi…Zizi…Forced exit procedure…Execution completed…]

[Host's vital signs... stable... external injuries repairing... repair complete...]

778's cold electronic sound echoed in the pure white void. Although it was much clearer and more coherent than before, the crackling noise of the current was like the wheezing of an old bellows, extremely weak.

Ye Ling blinked blankly, and his consciousness completely emerged from the chaotic warm water.

He supported himself on the intangible yet supporting "ground" beneath him and slowly sat up. His movements were a little stiff, as if he had turned back into that fledgling bird controlling a human limb for the first time.

He lowered his head and spread his hands.

His fingers were long, with distinct joints, and his skin was a healthy, fair complexion. He raised his hand and carefully touched his collarbone with his fingertips—smooth, flat.

Was that sharp sting just a nightmare that was too real?

However, the floodgates of memory suddenly opened.

An icy gaze; a suffocating embrace; and the gnawing pain on my collarbone... Then, a pure white light that tore through everything... Finally, at the end of my vision, a feather shimmering with a strange blue-green luster swirled and slowly drifted down...

[High-intensity, persistent negative emotional trauma detected... and... unnecessary attachment links...]

778's voice sounded again.

[Execution Strategy: Key Memory Retention…Emotional Stripping Procedure Initiated…]

As it finished speaking, Ye Ling's consciousness seemed to be thrown into an invisible centrifuge.

The surging complex emotions that almost tore him apart, the suffocating feeling of being imprisoned, the powerlessness of being controlled, the shame and anger of being possessed... and also, the complex and indescribable throbbing that was tightly entangled with fear.

All the hot, heavy, and sticky emotions were like being grabbed by an invisible giant hand and ruthlessly peeled away from the depths of his consciousness.

The process is not painful.

He could clearly see the images of those memories flashing back before his eyes:

The gentle expression on Jiang Lian's face when he handed over the grapes, the feeling of being tightly trapped in the hot chest in the darkness, the madness of destroying everything in Jiang Lian's eyes, and the desperate roar before the white light burst out... The picture is still clear and the plot is vivid.

But the emotion attached to it disappeared.

His heart was no longer pounding, his cheeks were no longer burning, and he was no longer trembling, terrified and helpless.

He only remembered that Jiang Lian was his target, and that he later turned into a madman who tried to control everything. He remembered everything that happened between them and the falling feather... But all of this was like watching a documentary that had nothing to do with him through a glass.

The images were still there, the sounds were still there, but the feelings that had once made him painful, frightened, confused and addicted were completely taken away.

"He..." Ye Ling tried to speak, his voice unusually calm, "Jiang Lian...what happened to him?"

[Target person 'Jiang Lian' is extremely mentally unstable.] 778's electronic voice remained silent. [Target confirmed the host's 'disappearance'. Their OOC (Out of Character) value has exceeded the system's historical limit...]

Extreme mental instability? Collapse? These words failed to stir any ripples in Ye Ling's emotionless heart. He wasn't even interested in knowing what Jiang Lian had done.

778 consumed a large amount of energy, and the sound of electricity became louder. [Zizizi... The core plot logic of this world has completely collapsed and cannot be repaired. According to the "Quick Transmigration Abnormal World Handling Regulations", the "Campus Youth Pure Love: Cannon Fodder Pervert Mission" has been deemed a failure. The world is blocked, and all external connections are severed!]

Ye Ling nodded silently without any objection.

He lowered his head, staring at his open, empty palm. The feather that belonged to him was the only thing that remained clear in his memory.

[Host…] 778's electronic voice was particularly weak. [The first mission world has been terminated prematurely due to the target character's severe OOC loss of control. The emotional stripping procedure has been completed. Host, please rest well and prepare to enter the next mission world…]

Gradually, the hum of a crackling electrical current took over. [System energy is severely depleted... Energy is recovering... Estimated recovery time... Unknown... Please wait...]

Ye Ling slowly raised her head, her golden hair swaying slightly in the invisible air flow, and her hazel eyes reflected the boundless pure white.

The first world... ended. Like a long and absurd nightmare, it finally came to an end amidst the blinding white light and the cold process of stripping away.

"The next world..." He murmured to himself in a very soft voice, "Well... stop being so perverted."

He bent his knees and rested his chin on them, waiting quietly like a well-behaved, tired bird with its feathers preened.

And in that world that was judged as "collapsed" by the quick-travel bureau and implemented the highest level of blockade -

Penthouse.

The house was in shambles, as if swept by a storm. Expensive furniture was overturned, upholstery shattered to dust, mattresses flipped over, down and stuffing scattered everywhere, and wardrobe doors violently ripped off and leaning against the wall. The air was filled with a sense of despair and devastation.

In the center of the devastation, Jiang Lian knelt dejectedly on the cold floor. His messy black hair covered most of his face, revealing a taut jawline, and a trace of dried blood lingered on his lips.

His hands clutched a feather tightly. The shaft was tough, its edges a soft apple green, transitioning to a brilliant gold at the tip. The fine down shimmered with tiny glints of light, pure and untouched by dust, a stark contrast to his current state of disgrace.

"Ye Ling..." He squeezed out broken syllables from his throat, hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against each other, with a strong smell of blood. He had maintained this posture for a long time, so long that his body was stiff and numb, and only the fingers holding the feather were still trembling unconsciously.

Unfortunately, no one responded.

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes frantically scanning the empty and messy bedroom: "Ye Ling!!"

His voice was terribly hoarse, with a sobbing tone as if he was on the verge of collapse.

"Come out! I know you're here! Come out!!" He staggered towards the overturned mattress and used all his strength to lift it up again. "Hide? Where can you hide? Come out! I was wrong... I will never..."

Then he lunged towards the broken mirror. The cracked surface reflected countless crazy and distorted reflections of himself. "Mirror... is it in the mirror? Is it? Come out!"

He swung his fist and hit the mirror hard!

Crash!

The already cracked mirror shattered completely! Shards of glass flew everywhere, creating new wounds on the back of his hand.

Blood was dripping from his fingertips, but he was completely unaware. He just stared at the empty wall behind the frame with a blank look in his eyes.

"It's not a mirror... It's not a bed..." He gasped, his chest heaving violently, his eyes swept across the mess, and finally fell back to his bloody hand holding the feather.

"He's not dead..." He lowered his head, resting his forehead on his clenched fist, and muttered paranoidly to the feather in his palm. His voice became lower and lower, and more and more confused. "He disappeared. Why? He was hiding from me... punishing me... He must still be there... Yes, he must still be somewhere! Waiting for me to find him..."

He clutched the feather tightly, and blood seeped into it, staining the soft apple green at the edge red, as if he was performing some kind of desperate sacrifice.

At this moment, a fragment of memory, obscured by intense emotions, suddenly surfaced in my mind like a fragment of a shipwreck.

Ye Ling once looked at him cautiously, her eyes flickering, and half-jokingly, half-tentatively, said, "...What if this world isn't real? It's like a game, um... like what they say on the Internet... Earth Online..."

At this moment, those words were like a bolt of lightning, splitting his chaotic and crazy consciousness.

All the struggles, all the irrationalities, Ye Ling's occasional sense of disharmony, his abrupt yet persistent "liking", and finally, the inconceivable way he disappeared...

Jiang Lian froze, all his movements and roars stagnating. He slowly raised his head, the madness and paranoia on his face fading like the tide, leaving only a terrifying clarity.

"Is this world... virtual?" He muttered to himself, his voice terribly dry, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"If it's like Ye Ling said... Ye Ling is a player..." His pupils contracted violently. He didn't feel any fear at this astonishing idea, but instead seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope. "Then Ye Ling... he is real."

His chest, which had been heaving violently, slowly calmed down.

"Ye Ling is real, but I... am virtual." He looked down at his trembling hands stained with blood, and at the luxurious cage he had destroyed with his own hands. "Could it be that everything I have, my very existence... is just a piece of... data?"

This desperate discovery, which was enough to completely destroy any existence, did not cause him to collapse at all.

Instead, an unprecedented, blazing fire suddenly ignited in his dead eyes.

As long as Ye Ling is real!

As long as he really exists, it doesn't matter where he is, which world he is in, or what the price is!

He will find a way to find him!

This strong obsession that almost tore the soul apart turned into an invisible impact and suddenly spread out with him as the center!

Almost at the same time——

Quickly travel through the game, deep space monitoring station.

In this huge space composed of countless curved light screens with flowing blue data, a shrill alarm sounded without warning!

[Alert! Alert!] A resounding electronic voice echoed throughout the monitoring station. [Abnormal high-dimensional energy leakage detected in the W-7341 blockade world! It carries the mark of an unknown, intense obsession! Energy is surging rapidly!]

[Warning! This energy entity is attempting to break through the world barrier in an extreme way! ! Threat Level: Highest! ! !]

The dazzling red and blue lights flashed wildly on the huge main screen, illuminating the instantly pale faces of the monitors below.

"How is this possible?! The world barrier has been blocked at the highest level! The logical chain has been cut off! There should be nothing left in that world except the collapsed data!" A monitor shouted, his fingers operating on the console at a rapid speed, cold sweat dripping down his face.

"Lock onto the energy signature! Analyze the markings carried by that soul!" The officer in charge, sweating profusely, gave a stern command, his voice trembling with a barely perceptible tremor. This attempt to break through the world's barriers from within was unheard of!

On the main screen, within the crimson energy turbulence, a tiny shadow was rapidly magnified and analyzed—

The core was a ball of obsession burning with black flames, and at its deepest part, it tightly wrapped a feather shadow that shone with a blue-green luster!

That feather is the energy imprint of Ye Ling's body!

"This... this is a fragment of the missioner Ye Ling's aura! But the core driving the energy is... the obsession of the small world's target, Jiang Lian?!" The analyst's terrified voice became sharp and unbelievable. "His soul... is tearing apart its own data foundation! He's using 'existence' itself as fuel! Is he crazy?! He's... chasing the missioner's mark?!"

There was dead silence in the monitoring station.

[Alert! The target's abnormal energy body has broken through the W-7341 world barrier! Repeat! The target has broken through the world barrier!] The shrill alarm sounded again, almost piercing the eardrums.

The entire monitoring station was in chaos, and a higher level of defense protocol was urgently activated. Countless energy barriers lit up layer by layer around the Quick Pass Bureau, searching for any signs of possible intrusion.

However, time passed by minute by minute.

The energy body, which was evaluated as having the highest threat level, merged into the sea like a drop of water after breaking through the world barrier. It accurately chased the faint blue-green mark and completely disappeared in the vast dimensional turbulence.

It seemed to have no interest in the huge and heavily guarded quick-travel bureau itself...

The entire monitoring station fell into an eerie silence.

The person in charge slumped in his chair, muttering to himself, "He has such powerful energy... but he... doesn't want to invade the Quick Transmigration Bureau at all? He's just... chasing that tasker..."

At the same time, in a corner of the quick-pass game, in the pure white space belonging to Ye Ling and 778, the energy recovery progress bar was still climbing slowly and arduously.

Each one waited quietly, completely unaware of the hunting storm that had broken free from its shackles and was surging across thousands of dimensions at the cost of its own destruction.

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The author has something to say: The next world is a romantic artist x a poor and tough (actually a black-bellied and green-tea) college student [rainbow fart]

The little bird is going to be rich!