He paused, his gaze like the sharpest ice blades scraping across Chao Youye's pale face. "Do you know what's the most ridiculous thing in those records? It's the cold assessment report left in your core log after each 'love' simulation: 'Emotional simulation protocol run completed.'"
"The variable 'Mu Xinrong' has reached peak emotional fluctuations, with a logical fit of 87.4%. Sustainability assessment: Low. Risk level: Extremely high. Final erasure procedures are recommended."
Every word, every cold percentage number, was like a heavy hammer, hitting Chao Youye's crumbling wall of consciousness!
He seemed to see himself - the being on the throne, who, after the killing was over, calmly recorded the experimental data and evaluated the "fitness" and "risk level" of the "emotional simulation".
And his mortal body was currently enduring the unprecedented pain brought on by this self-analysis! His stomach was violently cramping and churning, and a strong feeling of nausea rushed straight into his throat.
He suddenly bent down and began to retch violently, but nothing came out. Only cold sweat instantly soaked his inner shirt and stuck to his skin.
Everything in front of his eyes went dark, and the blood-red phantom of the throne and Mu Xinrong's cold eyes flashed wildly.
"So," Mu Xinrong looked at Chao Youye's hunched figure in pain, without any fluctuation in his eyes, only a dead indifference.
"When you appeared before me again in this world line, approaching me once again with that...almost perfect, distant yet occasionally vulnerable look, do you know how I felt?"
He took another step forward, less than three meters away from Chao Youye. Snowflakes fell between them, like an invisible, bloody chasm.
"Disgusting." Mu Xinrong uttered two words clearly. The voice was not loud, but it was like two bullets, accurately piercing Chao Youye's heart.
"Every time I see you, every time I think of your shoddy, programmed imitations of 'love,' I feel...physically nauseous."
"Poor quality...imitation..." Chao Youye barely raised his head from the violent retching, his face as pale as paper, and his lips were bitten with deep bloody marks.
"Isn't it?" Mu Xinrong's lips curled up again in that faint, cold arc, "Lord God, high and mighty, do you understand what love is? Do you have a heart?"
"Can you understand what it feels like to watch your beloved one, using the most accurate imitation, weaving the sweetest lies, and then completely erasing you in the most cruel way when you are happiest?"
His voice suddenly rose a little, and a crack finally appeared under the dead silent ice surface, gushing out the pain and hatred like boiling magma that had suppressed countless reincarnations.
"You can't! You are just a cold procedure under the rules of the world! Your 'love' is the greatest blasphemy against the word 'love' itself! It is the most vicious knife that pierces my heart in every reincarnation!"
"I'm not..." Chao Youye stood up straight suddenly and tried to refute, but his voice was hoarse and broken.
The cold killing records of countless world lines and the emotional simulation report of the Epsilon-7 line full of "scientific research spirit" were like the most conclusive evidence of his guilt, nailing him to the pillar of shame.
The icy light of the throne shone fiercely within his consciousness, attempting to suppress the weakness and pain of his mortal body and maintain his supreme posture. But this time, that icy will seemed to... encounter unprecedented resistance.
A strange, turbulent torrent called "pain" and "denial" originating from the deepest part of this human body is frantically hitting the dam of divinity!
"Not what?" Mu Xinrong interrupted him mercilessly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Not a program? What were the memories that awakened on Wutong Road? What was the outline of the throne in the notebook that overlapped with my signature? And what was the source of those commands that killed me countless times?"
"Stop fooling yourself. This world line is just another repetition of a doomed failure."
"My mission has failed. There's no hope of repairing the world line, and it's about to collapse completely. And you, the great correction program, your final instruction, isn't it to completely erase me, the biggest abnormal variable?"
He spread his hands, his face showing an almost sad, resigned calm.
"Do it. Just like you have done countless times before. Do it the way you know best. At least this time, let me look into your eyes, into the eyes of this... 'God' who has deceived me countless times and made me fall in love with the killer like a fool again and again."
"Let's do it."
The last three words fell lightly, carrying with them the exhaustion and despair of dust settling, but they pierced into the depths of Chao Youye's soul more fiercely than the sharpest blade!
Let's get started.
——Like countless times before.
——Erase this abnormal variable.
——The final instruction of the execution program.
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