His gaze, like two cold probes, penetrated the snow curtain and fell on Chao Youye's pale face.
"Chao Youye." His voice rang out, calm and without a ripple, dry and cold, like frozen gravel scraping across the ground. There was no trace of doubt, just a calm confirmation of existence.
Chao Youye's Adam's apple rolled and she tried to make a sound, but she found that her throat seemed to be blocked by ice and snow, and she could only squeeze out a weak stream of air.
He forced himself to stand up straight and meet the cold gaze.
Countless fragments of memories from other worlds stirred within his skull, the icy will of the throne attempting to take over this mortal body, maintaining its supreme majesty and distance. But he suppressed it firmly.
His nails dug deep into his palms, where faint scars from the fall on Wutong Road still remained. A real stinging pain tugged at him.
"Mu Xinrong." He finally found his voice, which was low and hoarse, and also without any warmth.
The corner of Mu Xinrong's mouth twitched ever so slightly, so briefly that it was impossible to tell if it was a mockery or something else. It was more like an unconscious muscle twitch.
"What a coincidence." He spat out two words, his eyes sweeping over the snowflakes that had also accumulated on Chao Youye's shoulders and hair, and finally returning to his eyes, "Or should I say, what a coincidence? After all, this world line is almost coming to an end."
His tone was as calm as if he was talking about the weather, but he dropped a bombshell that was enough to set everything off.
The end of the world line!
Chao Youye's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip! Her heart pounded against her ribs in her chest, and every beat brought a dull pain.
Those cold fragments of memory he had forcibly suppressed and classified as "symptoms" burst and boiled like ice cubes thrown into boiling oil! The blood-stained throne roared as if it was about to burst out of his body, and the wails of billions of dead souls screamed in the depths of his consciousness!
He seemed to be back to that afternoon on Wutong Road. The severe headache and soul-tearing feeling came over him again. His temples were throbbing wildly, and a familiar, sickening blood-red halo appeared at the edge of his vision.
"You..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice becoming extremely tense and hoarse from trying so hard to suppress the pain, "What do you know?"
"I know much more than you think, Lord God." Mu Xinrong's tone remained flat, and even had a hint of strange fatigue.
He took a step forward, the snow crunching slightly under his feet.
This step shortened the distance between them and allowed Chao Youye to see more clearly the deep-buried, indelible, cold despair tempered by countless betrayals beneath the dead wasteland in his eyes.
"Or should I call you... 'The Careless Observer'? 'The Balancer of Cause and Effect'? Or... 'The Executor of My Eradication'?"
Each title was like an icy knife, ruthlessly cutting into Chao Youye's soul! It was the most naked revelation of his cold nature! It was a cold footnote to his countless crimes!
"The Restorer's authority," Mu Xinrong continued, as if reciting a report he had already memorized, "grants me the authority to revisit some core data. In particular... the records of my countless 'abnormal terminations'."
He tilted his head slightly, an extremely small movement, but it carried a heart-pounding, all-knowing cruelty.
"The records are very clear. Every time, the source code that executes the erase command points to the same existence—'Origin-0', a creation born from the core of the world's rules itself, that is, you."
Snowflakes fell on Mu Xinrong's long eyelashes, melted instantly, and turned into tiny water droplets, sliding down her pale cheeks like silent tears.
His eyes were colder than the snow in this winter.
"I saw many, many 'I's'." Finally, a very subtle tremolo, like the sound before the string breaks, seeped into his voice.
"Those wearing star robes, carrying hoes, wielding swords, holding pens... all died in a myriad of strange ways. Piercing, freezing, slicing, annihilating... Your methods are truly efficient and... artistic."
The subtle tremor disappeared, replaced by a deeper, bone-chilling calm.
"But what impressed me most was the world line numbered 'Epsilon-7'. You condescended to come down to earth in person. You imitated it very hard and seriously. You learned to hug, to kiss, and to say 'I love you'."
Chao Youye's body shook uncontrollably. Epsilon-7! The memory fragments of that world line pierced his mind like poisoned ice spikes!
He saw himself—that high and mighty being, observing the emotional data of the restorer Mu Xinrong with an almost scientific rigor.
He precisely calculated the arc of the smile, the frequency of the heartbeat, the strength of the hug, trying to replicate the complex process called "love." He even "succeeded," making Mu Xinrong indulge in it, thinking that the god was finally moved.
Finally, the program determined that the variable repair had failed and the risk was too high. So, on the morning of the day Mu Xinrong was happily preparing for his wedding, an invisible blade of rules descended from the throne of God. As Mu Xinrong turned to serve him breakfast, it silently bisected him from behind.
The hot blood splattered on the white tablecloth and the carefully prepared breakfast.
"Your 'love' is so realistic," Mu Xinrong's voice was like shattered ice, penetrating Chao Youye's confused consciousness clearly and coldly.
"It's so realistic that every time I reincarnate again, every time I forget the past and start over, I feel like a complete fool, again and again...believing in you."
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