Cold rain gathered and dripped along his jawline.
He slowly raised his hand, not to wipe the rain, but very naturally and gently placed it on the back of Mu Xinrong's hand holding the umbrella handle.
That hand, on the cold rainy night, carried an unquestionable strength and warmth that belonged to the clear stream of the night.
He spoke, his voice still low, but without any trace of confusion or torn pain, leaving only a tempered, cold calmness:
"Qi Shang... and the big boss behind it... where are they?"
The wind and rain grew darker, and the thunder faded away. But the fire burning deep in Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes was brighter and more resolute than any thunder.
The era of the observer is over. From now on, he is Ye Qingliu, the guardian of this world line.
Mu Xinrong felt the strength and warmth of Ye Qingliu on the back of his hand. It was a silent declaration and the conclusion of an alliance.
His fingers that were tightly gripping the umbrella handle relaxed slightly, allowing the power to pass through him, as if he had taken over some heavy authority.
"Qi Shang..." Mu Xinrong's voice rang out in the narrow space under the umbrella, with a coldness that penetrated the rain curtain.
"He is the 'Rift Walker', a parasite that clings to the folds of space-time created when the world line is reset, surviving by devouring fragments of the 'Source'. He worships Youye and regards him as his only god, but his so-called 'faith'..."
Mu Xinrong's lips curled up in an icy arc, and there was undisguised disgust in his eyes.
"It's a twisted possession and destruction. He believes that only by completely eliminating me, the 'abnormal variable', and returning Youye to the 'pure' state of rules, can he truly approach God, or even... replace Him."
He paused and looked at the old Ye family house behind Ye Qingliu, which stood silently in the rainy night. It was as if he could penetrate the wall and see the dark gold book that fell on the carpet in the study.
"As for the person behind this..." Mu Xinrong lowered his voice even more, with a solemn tone.
"Qi Shang is just a mad dog pushed to the forefront. The ones who truly control the chess game are those in higher dimensions who covet the power of 'rules' and 'source'. They are collectively known as the 'Coveteran Council'. Qi Shang is their tentacle and spokesperson in our worldline."
"They can't descend directly, so they can only use media like Qi Shang to create chaos and pollute the anchor point. Their ultimate goal... is to capture You Ye, or completely detonate the collapse of this world line and seize the enormous energy contained within."
Higher Dimensions... Council of Pretenders... Capturing Gods...
Every word carried a suffocating sense of oppression. Ye Qingliu's fingers on the back of Mu Xinrong's hand tightened slightly.
From the observer's memory fragments, information about the "pretender" was quickly dug out like dusty archives - vague, malicious whispers.
Illegal data intrusion that attempts to pollute the core of the world line; and... an almost greedy gaze towards "Entropy" (Chao Youye) and "Source" (Mu Xinrong).
"Where is Qi Shang?" Ye Qingliu repeated, his voice as cold as ice. To catch a thief, first catch the leader. This mad dog must be eradicated as soon as possible.
"He is like a rat in the gutter, his whereabouts are secretive. But he has a fatal weakness - his fanatical worship of Youye." A sharp light flashed in Mu Xinrong's eyes.
"He can't stand the smell of any 'human' on Youye, especially... mine." He tilted his head slightly and looked at Ye Qingliu.
"The kidnapper's frantic kneeling in the factory today was Qi Shang's doing. It was a test, but also a declaration. He was provoking, telling You Ye, and us, that he was coming."
"He must be in this city, lurking in the shadows like a venomous snake, waiting for the next opportunity to strike. And..."
Mu Xinrong's eyes became extremely solemn: "He has some memories of the world line. He knows Youye's identity and my origins..."
"Even... he might have sensed your presence, Master Observer. Your move today broke the rules, and your 'variable' has been exposed."
Ye Qingliu remained silent. The cold rain flowed down his neck, bringing a hint of chill, but it could not cool his boiling thoughts.
His observer instincts made him quickly analyze the information provided by Mu Xinrong: the enemy was hidden, while we were in the open. The target was powerful and crazy, possessed unconventional power, and was fully aware of our core secrets. Disadvantage.
But there are also advantages - this is their home turf, the final world line. Mu Xinrong has all his memories and is an experienced "restorer".
As the embodiment of divine rules, although Chao Youye is "unintentional", Mu Xinrong's existence itself is the biggest stabilizing anchor.
And he himself... Ye Qingliu felt the two forces in his body that had not yet completely subsided but were no longer in conflict - the observer's huge database and Ye Qingliu's fiery will were slowly merging and reconstructing.
He is no longer a mere recorder, but a warrior who holds the key to the "past" and is based in the "present".
"We need Chao Youye." Ye Qingliu's voice broke the silence under the umbrella with unquestionable determination.
"Whether he has 'intentions' or not, he is the center of the storm. Qi Shang is targeting him, and the covetous are also targeting him. We can't get around him."
Mu Xinrong's expression instantly became extremely complex, a mixture of worry, fear, and a hint of deep love.
"I know. But Youye..." He spoke with difficulty.
"He is still the rule itself. Although the variable 'love' has been activated, whether he can truly understand and control that power... is unknown. Qi Shang's provocation may accelerate his 'return'... or even his loss of control."
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