Chao Youye's right hand, the hand that had easily brought down divine punishment in countless world lines, rose uncontrollably and extremely slowly.
His fingertips trembled slightly in the cold air, and the invisible force of rules began to condense and compress in his palm. The falling snowflakes around him seemed to be repelled by the invisible force field, strangely bypassing the range of his palm.
The air hummed faintly, straining under the weight. All it took was a thought, the tiniest shift of thoughts, to unleash the repairer before him, a force that had disrupted even the core of his programming.
Mu Xinrong, who carries endless pain and accusations, will be completely wiped out like countless times before and turned into the most basic particles of dust.
This was his duty. The only reason for his existence.
Mu Xinrong stood there, motionless, even raising his chin slightly, revealing the fragile lines of his neck. His silent eyes met the icy light surging in Chao Youye's purple pupils with a frank and direct gaze.
He had no fear, no pleading, only a desolate calm after being completely burned, as if to say: Look, this is your essence, this is the destined ending.
The power gathered at Chao Youye's fingertips became stronger and stronger, and the air around him became more obviously distorted, even making a slight crackling sound as if the space was being torn apart.
The cold outline of the throne loomed behind him, emitting supreme pressure.
——Execute instructions.
——Maintain the balance of cause and effect.
——These are the rules.
The cold program logic chain runs at high speed in the consciousness, extremely clear.
However--
Just when the destructive force was about to escape from his hands!
A picture, an extremely small and ordinary fragment that was completely different from the cold throne, the killing record, and the program report, without any warning and extremely brutally, tore apart all the cold logical chains and suddenly pierced into the core of Chao Youye's consciousness!
It wasn't the eve of the "scientific" wedding on the Epsilon-7 line.
But in this worldline, on a similarly cold winter evening. After school, in an empty classroom. The setting sun's afterglow filtered through the dusty windowpanes, casting a long, warm streak of light across the ground.
Mu Xinrong rubbed his red, frozen hands, breathed white air into his palms, and the tip of his nose was also red from the cold.
He walked up to Chao Youye, who was sitting alone by the window reading a book, and without saying a word, he clumsily wrapped a dark red wool scarf, still warm from body temperature, with crooked stitches, around Chao Youye's equally cold neck, again and again.
"Here, this is for you! I...I learned how to knit from my grandma. I spent ages knitting it! It's a little ugly, but it's warm! Don't dislike it!"
The boy's voice was a little nervous and forced, but his eyes were sparkling, as if filled with crushed stars, filled with pure, unreserved, and clumsy concern and joy.
The scarf still stank of the boy's clean, sun-kissed scent of soapberries.
He watched him put on the scarf, and saw that the deep red color made his pale face seem to have a hint of warmth, and then he smiled contentedly and foolishly.
That smile is clean and warm, like the only sunshine in winter that is not frozen.
At that moment, without any program analysis or logical deduction, Chao Youye—this cold, heartless god—simply "felt" the real, living warmth of another being on his neck.
An unfamiliar warm current flowed along the rough wool and quietly seeped into the depths of the cold body.
This scene, this feeling, at this moment, was like a red-hot iron, carrying the temperature of the mortal world and the pure smile of that young man, burning through the cold base of the throne and the strict logical chain of the program!
“Ugh—!”
A roar of extreme pain suddenly erupted from the depths of Chao Youye's throat! It wasn't the roar of a god, but the wail of flesh and blood emitted by a mortal body as it endured a massive tearing!
His right hand, raised high and brimming with destructive power, suddenly froze in mid-air! The terrifying energy gathered at his fingertips, powerful enough to annihilate space, dissipated instantly with a dull bang, like a bubble being popped!
The violent energy rushed back uncontrollably and hit him hard in the chest!
"puff--!"
A large mouthful of bright red, warm liquid suddenly gushed out of Chao Youye's mouth! Like a tragic splash of blood-red ink, a dazzling and shocking scarlet flower bloomed in the white snow!
Blood splattered on the cold snow, quickly solidifying into dark red ice crystals. A few drops also splashed onto the front of his own black coat, like a mark of despair.
The cold phantom of the throne shook and flickered violently behind him, emitting a wail as if on the verge of shattering. Finally, like fragile glass, it shattered with a loud bang! It turned into countless cold, blue-glowing fragments, dissipating in the wind and snow.
Severe pain!
Unprecedented pain!
It wasn't just the physical impact of the energy backlash. It was a soul-level, a sharp pain of being torn apart! It was like the cold divine core that sustained his existence.
The warm memories of this mortal world and the gushing hot blood of a mortal man split a crack so deep that the bone was visible!
He staggered, unable to maintain his standing position, and slammed heavily into the cold snow with one knee! His knee sank deep into the snow, and the biting cold instantly enveloped him.
He held his aching chest tightly with one hand and supported his shaky body on the snow with the other hand.
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