Chapter 35

The Book Transmigration Bureau's fury was not quelled by X1's logical obstruction. After conducting a frantic risk assessment, it used its extremely precious primordial energy to bypass some core rules and launch an even more bizarre attempt to annihilate the individual "variable Jiang Minghua".

This is not physical destruction, but conceptual erasure. It forcibly strips Jiang Minghua from the history, memories, and interpersonal networks of this world.

The next day, when everyone woke up...

Wen Chuqing looked at her chat history with her best friend on her phone. The profile picture and name had become blurry, and she frowned in confusion.

"Who...who was I chatting with earlier?"

Fu Yanzhi sat in the classroom, staring at the empty seat by the window, trying to recall the woman who had repeatedly disrupted his plans and whom he both hated and couldn't help but pay attention to, but he could only remember a hazy shadow.

As Qin Shuyi trained by the pool, she felt as if a voice had once encouraged her to find herself, but she couldn't remember the owner of that voice.

Even the servants at the Jiang family villa found it strange that the room with the best natural light in the villa was left empty!

Even Jiang Mingjia, as the system, forgot who her host was!

The entire world's memories of Jiang Minghua are being rapidly erased. Every trace of her existence is being wiped away as if by an eraser, fading quickly.

There was only one exception—Xie Yan.

He woke up with a start, a strange sense of panic and emptiness washing over him. He instinctively touched his swollen belly, where he felt the familiar fetal movements.

Immediately afterwards, a flood of memories rushed in: Minghua took him and his younger brother away from the Xie family, taught him to read and write, rescued him from the auction house, didn't mind that he was a monster, and held him tightly...

"Minghua!"

Xie Yan sat bolt upright in bed, his chest heaving and his forehead covered in cold sweat. The bedroom was deathly silent, save for the moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting a cold, white line on the floor. He reached out to touch the floor beside him; his hand was icy cold.

My heart suddenly tightened.

He stumbled out of bed, not even having time to put on his slippers, and practically staggered towards Jiang Minghua's room. The sound of the doorknob turning was particularly jarring in the silence.

Empty.

The bed was made so neatly without a single wrinkle, the dressing table was spotless, and the air was filled with the smell of dust from a long period of neglect.

"Minghua! Minghua!"

His voice echoed through the empty villa, each note more urgent and more desperate than the last. He pushed open the doors of each room, from the living room to the study, from the sunroom to the music room; every corner where she had once stood was now filled with cold air.

Just as he was about to collapse, someone gently tugged at the hem of his clothes from behind.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes bursting with wild joy, but the moment he saw who was behind him, the light went out, leaving only ashen despair.

It was his younger brother, Xie Mo, looking up at him with a pale face and a worried expression.

"Xiao Mo," Xie Yan's voice was dry and trembling. He squatted down, his hands tightly gripping his younger brother's thin shoulders, as if grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

"Do you still remember Sister Minghua? Jiang Minghua, do you remember?"

Xie Mo blinked in confusion, then shook his head slightly. His slender fingers gestured in the air:

[Brother, did you have a nightmare? Who is Sister Minghua?]

"She saved us!" Xie Yan almost roared, his fingers clenching unconsciously. "She brought us out of the Xie family! Without her, we would have died in that place long ago!"

Xie Mo was startled by his out-of-control demeanor and flinched, but still gestured firmly:

"It was Mr. Jiang who sent people to pick us up. Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

"And what about this?" Xie Yan suddenly lifted the hem of her pajamas, revealing her slightly protruding belly, her voice trembling with broken sobs. "How do you explain the child in my belly? Whose child is this?!"

Xie Mo's eyes reddened as he looked at his brother's near-madness. He carefully used sign language: "[Mr. Jiang said it's a side effect of the experiment, it will gradually subside. Brother, don't be afraid.]"

Every gesture was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting open Xie Yan's heart.

The last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

Why is he the only one who remembers? Why does everyone look at him like he's crazy?

He pushed Xie Mo aside and rushed downstairs barefoot. The maids were setting out breakfast that morning. He grabbed one of their arms: "Where's Miss? Where's Jiang Minghua? Tell me!"

The maid took a step back in fright, looking bewildered: "Excuse me, which young lady are you asking about? The Jiang family head and his wife don't have any children."

Every word was like an icicle, piercing his last hope.

The villa was still the same villa, and the morning light still streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows; everything was just as usual.

The only trace of her existence has been completely erased from this world.

But why does he still remember?

His palm was pressed tightly against his abdomen, feeling the vitality of the little life inside. Yes, it was because of the child! This child carried the blood of Minghua and him, proof that she had existed, a proof that could never be completely erased!

The core of the Transcendent Book Bureau monitors the changes in the world line. It discovers that the traces of the variable Jiang Minghua's existence have not completely disappeared; a weak yet tenacious force is resisting, the source of which points directly to Xie Yan and the fetus in his womb.

[The bond with the target is not completely broken. Execute Plan B: Destroy the emotional core. Bind to the new system, win over the variable Jiang Minghua, and drive a wedge between her and the experimental subject Xie Yan.]

Then, an even more forceful and cold system notification sounded in Han Yun Chu's mind, who was just feeling somewhat dazed due to the memory gap:

[Ding! High-quality host Han Yun Chu detected. True Love Balancing System 00S forcibly bound successfully! Ultimate mission: Within thirty days, obtain Jiang Minghua's true heart, causing her relationship with the experimental subject Xie Yan to break down. Mission success: Reward - Freedom and supreme power. Mission failure, or refusal to execute: Inflict the highest level of punishment!]

Han Yun Chu was stunned. Jiang Ming Hua? The name seemed important, but he couldn't recall the specifics. The system's task requirements, however, made him instinctively feel resistant.

Just then, because Xie Yan persisted, almost obsessively, in telling and describing Jiang Minghua to everyone she had ever met, and even caused abnormal fetal movement due to emotional excitement and was sent to the hospital, that faint resonance from her blood began to take effect.

When Wen Chuqing heard Xie Yan crying, she said:

"Have you really forgotten? It was she who paid your medical bills, led you onto the path of live streaming, and taught you to be self-reliant!"

Jiang Minghua's calm and wise face flashed through my mind!

Fu Yanzhi then remembered Jiang Minghua telling him about the definition of true love and helping him to understand his own heart.

Qin Shuyi also remembered that it was Jiang Minghua who gave her renewed confidence in swimming and helped her rediscover her original passion.

Jiang Mingjia's system formatting failed, and memories of Jiang Minghua slowly began to surface.

Upon remembering Jiang Minghua again, Han Yunchu decisively said no to OOS:

【Seriously, can't you find someone else to be your host? Earth is so big, why are you only targeting me? Am I, Han Yun Chu, some kind of cheapskate who needs to find a partner to match me with? I reject this idiot's suggestion.】

Jiang Minghua's existence is like a pearl whose dust has been swept away by the wind, shining brightly again in everyone's memory!

Plan B of the Transmigration Bureau has failed, and with the restoration of everyone's memories, Jiang Minghua's existence has become even more secure!

Enraged, the Chuanshu Bureau turned its attention from Jiang Minghua to Han Yunchu.

[Host Han Yunshen refused to carry out the mission, deemed a defector. Ultimate punishment: stripped of his current identity, repatriated to his original world, and permanently deprived of his freedom!]

A bright light enveloped Han Yun Chu, who then thought of his ridiculous identity. He was a prince from the small European country of Noveria who had been living in exile. He had come here incognito to escape the constraints of the court and a family marriage.

Now, because he refused to ruin Jiang Minghua and Xie Yan's happiness, he will be taken back and locked in that golden cage, forever losing the freedom he cherishes.

Before his consciousness went completely dark, Han Yunshen's lips curled into a helpless smile.

"Jiang Minghua, this time, I've made a huge sacrifice for you..."

"But it's fine."

He has no regrets.

[Ah Hua, Han Yun Chu was punished by the Transmigration Bureau for refusing to balance the accounts.]

Jiang Minghua had just returned when Jiang Mingjia's voice echoed in her mind. Unable to harm her at the Transmigration Bureau, they were tormenting those who helped her! And Han Yun Chu, in order to avoid hurting her and Xie Yan, actually chose to bear the punishment!

"The Prince of Novilla?" Jiang Minghua raised an eyebrow as she looked at the intelligence her subordinates had gathered. She hadn't expected that Han Yun Chu, who was always so carefree and seemed to enjoy being jealous, had this other identity.

"He's been taken back, and it's said he'll be kept under strict surveillance as preparations for fulfilling his royal duties after years of running away from his marriage." Wen Chuqing brought more detailed information, having uncovered some inside details through Fu Yanzhi's overseas network of connections.

"Then we'll take him back." Jiang Minghua's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. Han Yun Chu had lost his freedom because of her, and she absolutely could not stand idly by.

"How can we rob it? That's an entire country!" Fu Yanzhi frowned, finding the idea too insane.

Jiang Minghua stood up, walked to the huge world map, her gaze falling on the location of that small European country. Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered cold yet domineering words:

"It's simple. Buy it."

With her vast capital set in motion like a war machine, Jiang Minghua made a phone call to her adoptive father. With his support, she directed her global subsidiaries to launch a precise and fierce attack on the economic lifeline of the Principality of Novilla.

Shorting its national bonds, targeting its pillar industries, mainly tourism and wine, and acquiring its key companies... In just a few days, the financial market of the Principality of Novilla was in turmoil, the royal family's assets shrank dramatically, and panic spread among the people.

At the same time, the alliance worked together from within and without.

Within the bounds of X1's logic, Jiang Mingjia provided indirect assistance, using the data capabilities of the Transcendent Bureau to collect dirt and incriminating information on members of the Noveria royal family, anonymously providing it to international media and triggering a crisis of credibility for the royal family.

Wen Chuqing used her newly established media influence to speak out internationally, questioning the Principality of Novilla for human rights violations and illegal detention.

Qin Shuyi contacted her international connections in the sports world and exerted public pressure.

Fu Yanzhi then used the political connections of the Fu family to exert diplomatic pressure on neighboring countries of the Principality of Novilla and the European Union.

Despite his physical limitations, Xie Yan insisted on writing a heartfelt letter in his clumsy handwriting, explaining that Han Yun Chu was forced to return to protect his friend. He then delivered the letter to the old king of Noveria through special channels.

The letter described the genuine friendships and growth Han Yunchu gained in the outside world, touching the old king's deep-seated guilt towards his son.

Under pressure from internal and external troubles, public outcry, and the softening of the old king's attitude, the Novella royal family finally compromised.

They released Han Yunchu on the condition that he must return to the country regularly to fulfill some royal duties, but they would no longer force him into a marriage alliance and would grant him a considerable degree of freedom.

When Han Yun Chu stepped out of the ancient castle that had confined him for weeks, and saw the private plane parked outside the castle, as well as Jiang Ming Hua, Wen Chu Qing, Fu Yan Zhi and others waiting for him at the foot of the gangway, the cynical prince's eyes instantly reddened.

He strode over, looked at Jiang Minghua, a thousand words stuck in his throat, finally turning into a choked, mocking remark:

“Huahua, your ‘ransom’ is too expensive.”

Jiang Minghua looked at him, smiled slightly, her tone still calm, yet warm:

"It's alright. A country's GDP is nothing compared to a worthwhile friend."

Sunlight bathed everyone, symbolizing their alliance, tested and strengthened, growing ever more unbreakable. The final battle against the Transcendent Bureau, forged in the crucible of hardship, entered its final countdown.

Jiang Minghua stood in front of the huge smart whiteboard in the study. The complex lines on the panel connected countless nodes, forming a vast network of relationships and resources.

Wen Chuqing has long since shed the innocent and naive character from the original script. Instead, she stands confidently and poised on the stage of the Chuqing Education Foundation, which she founded, calmly explaining her vision of educational equality.

She is no longer a substitute for anyone, but herself, an independent woman who changes her own destiny with knowledge and is dedicated to illuminating the path for others.

The audience erupted in applause; her brilliance stemmed from within herself.

Qin Shuyi shed all vanity and pretense, donning the national team uniform, and like a graceful flying fish, touched the wall first at the world-class swimming championships. With the gold medal hanging around her neck, she looked at the camera, her eyes resolute and clear.

She no longer needs to depend on anyone; her value is defined by her achievements and hard work.

Liu Qingya did not choose to change her fate by getting married. Instead, she recognized herself through repeated setbacks and established a small design studio. Although it was not large in scale, every piece of her work carried her thoughts and sincerity. She found her true path in life.

After experiencing turmoil and reflection within the family business, Fu Yanzhi truly learned the meaning of respect. He relinquished his possessiveness and managed the Fu family business with an equal attitude, even collaborating with Wen Chuqing's foundation on charitable projects.

Looking at the woman who once needed his protection but now stood on equal footing with him and was even more respected, he felt only gratitude and blessings.

Under Jiang Minghua's protection and through her own efforts, Xie Yan completely mastered the power of that special gene, no longer transforming, and no longer being anyone's experimental subject.

He became the chief consultant of "Minghua Biotechnology," standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Minghua, as their child grew up healthily in an environment full of love and freedom. His gloomy eyes were finally filled with the warmth of the sun.

Han Yunchu finally gained the freedom she had always wanted.

All these people's awakening, growth, breaking free from shackles, and living their own lives... the powerful energy of "free will" and "independent personality" they release is like thousands of streams flowing into the ocean, forming a mighty torrent that can rewrite the rules.

【Now, Ahua!】

Jiang Mingjia's voice echoed in Jiang Minghua's mind.

Jiang Minghua stood at the center of the world, as if she could feel the power of countless bonds and beliefs surrounding her.

She smiled slightly, completely merging her own "super-rich" will—capable of overturning everything and reshaping the rules—with this converging torrent, transforming it into the sharpest sword, which she then handed to Jiang Mingjia.

"Go, Jiajia! Take it!"

The most powerful blow, carrying the new life force of everyone, slammed into the seemingly eternal and immortal core of the Transmigration Bureau!

There was no explosion, no loud noise. Only a silence as if ice and snow were melting. The cold rules and rigid programs that had imprisoned countless worlds and countless souls crumbled at this moment, transforming into the most basic data stream, and were completely reorganized and purified.

[WARNING - Core privileges changed -]

[New administrator confirmed: Jiang Mingjia.]

In the void of data space, a warm and bright figure slowly materialized. Jiang Mingjia was no longer a phantom of the system, but appeared before Jiang Minghua as a real, smiling entity.

"We did it, Ahua." She smiled, tears welling in her eyes.

Jiang Minghua looked at her and smiled.

They finally reunited in this new world of freedom, which they had liberated with their own hands and which they would soon protect together.

Jiang Mingjia became the new and sole supreme ruler of the Transmigration Bureau. And her first new rule resonated throughout the consciousness of all systems and hosts:

The old rules are gone, a new beginning has arrived. The purpose of the Book Bureau is no longer coercion and balancing, but to observe, protect, and record the unique brilliance that unfolds under the free will of each soul.

The sun was shining brightly, bathing everyone in its light.

Jiang Minghua held Xie Yan's hand, and not far away were Wen Chuqing, Han Yunchu and others chatting happily. Jiang Mingjia's figure was faintly visible beside her, like a guardian angel.

Their stories are no longer tragic tales, and they are no longer confined to a single book.

They, and everyone they saved and influenced, together became the authors of their own destinies.

The best happy ending is nothing more than this.

I am the rule, I am freedom.

—The End—