Jiang Chan stared at the interface, then abruptly looked up at the massive sphere of light struggling on the verge of destruction. Roaring shockwaves and collapsing data streams surrounded her; the entire world seemed to be screaming.
No nonsense. No hesitation.
She strode to the geometric interface. A cold sensation spread through her fingertips. She could feel the collapsing pulse of the core sphere deep within the interface, like a raging storm.
She closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on the deep blue command rune in the depths of her consciousness—Requiem! She peeled it away from her soul imprint, materialized it, and transformed it into the purest stream of data!
She suddenly stretched out her finger, as if piercing the last illusory bubble, and stabbed it hard and precisely into that cold geometric interface!
Buzz—! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
An indescribable torrent of energy surged from Jiang Chan's fingertips in an instant! It was not a destructive force, but an absolute, cold, all-ending "nothingness"!
It rushed along that slender white light band, like a celestial river flowing backwards, and instantly plunged into the huge, nearly shattered light sphere at the core of the other shore!
Time seemed to stand still.
The enormous sphere of light, along with all the jagged cracks on its surface, the surging dark red light, and the violent struggles... froze in an instant!
The next second.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
The dark red cracks on the sphere of light, which flickered wildly and represented pain and struggle, began to dim and extinguish rapidly, like embers being doused.
The massive stream of light that constituted the sphere began to silently disintegrate and dissipate. It didn't explode or burn, but rather, like a sandcastle made of countless grains of sand, it was gently brushed by an invisible hand and instantly turned into the smallest, meaningless specks of raw data dust.
The light faded very quickly, like the receding tide.
The data shockwave of awakening, composed of pure white light and murky dark red, froze, disintegrated, and vanished in mid-air the moment it lost its target, like a puppet with its strings cut. What it took away were the last obsessions of those awakened fragments of pain.
The tremors throughout the core space ceased. The violent energy turbulence subsided. The deafening noise disappeared.
Dead silence.
A true, utter silence enveloped everything.
Jiang Chan stood there, stunned, her fingers still resting on the cold interface, but the enormous sphere of light before her had vanished. Only absolute darkness remained. The violent shockwaves and collapsing data streams that had surrounded the sphere had all disappeared without a trace.
It's over. Just like that, quietly... it's over.
Those imprisoned, torn apart, and repeatedly squeezed fragments of soul... along with the enormous AI that imprisoned them and itself... all turned into nothingness and dust, returning to eternal silence.
rest in peace.
Sudden!
Just as the all-consuming darkness was about to completely close in, a tiny, yet incredibly pure, white light, like the last firefly to go out in the night, drifted out from the depths of darkness and gently touched Jiang Chan's forehead.
A faint, clear message, filled with indescribable gratitude and utter liberation, flowed into her mind like a gentle breeze brushing against her heartstrings:
"Thank you... freedom..."
The point of light vanished instantly, completely merging into the darkness.
The channel disappeared. The platform disappeared. The cold interface disappeared.
The mission is complete.
Heaven has ended.
...
Consciousness returns, carrying with it the afterimages of neon lights.
Without pausing, Jiang Chan immediately focused her attention on the corner of the system space—a neatly stacked pile of matte silver-gray composite material panels, with a fist-sized, simply shaped metal cube floating quietly.
It's done!
"Everyone! Come here!" Jiang Chan's voice was urgent and demanding.
The crowd immediately put down what they were doing and gathered around.
"Put these boards together!" Jiang Chan pointed to the pile of silver-gray boards that had appeared out of thin air. "See the clips on the edge? Align them! Press them down firmly! They'll lock in place with a click! The bigger the better! Hurry!"
She gave a simple demonstration of how to assemble the two boards.
Although the crowd was confused, they had long since developed an instinctive obedience to the "fairy's" orders. A dozen or so people immediately got to work, frantically piecing together the lightweight yet sturdy silver-gray panels.
Click! Click! The crisp sound of the latches snapping shut rang out in rapid succession. Like giant jigsaw puzzle pieces, the floor mats spread and expanded rapidly across the solid open ground by the river! Sunlight shone on the special coating on the surface of the mats, creating a subtle, shimmering effect.
In less than an hour, a smooth, silver-gray surface, about half the size of a basketball court, was laid! It gleamed in the sunlight, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding weeds and soil!
"Move those piled-up wheat grains over here! Spread them out! Spread them thinly!" Jiang Chan pointed to the several bags of wet wheat grains that had nowhere to go, "Just spread them out on this board!"
In groups of several people, using wooden boards, winnowing baskets, or even their hands, they carefully spread the golden wheat grains evenly on the silver-gray floor mat, creating a thin layer that looked like a layer of flowing gold sand gilding a silver carpet.
Jiang Chan immediately turned around and jumped back onto the harvester! The engine roared again! The menacing harvesting platform sliced into the golden wheat field!
Crack! Crack! The familiar sounds of cutting and slicing wheat cascading down rang out once more! The steel behemoth continued its unfinished "devouring"!
This time, with that huge "silver carpet" drying field, the harvesters can operate at full speed without any worries!
Jiang Chan drove the machine steadily through the wheat fields. In the rearview mirror, the harvested wheat field rushed past, while in the distance, on that silver carpet, the golden wheat grains shimmered alluringly in the sunlight.
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