In the depths of the gray-blue eyes, billions of galaxies flickered, shattered, and reorganized wildly.
The observer's cold database was completely stirred into a boiling turbulence by Qi Shang's mental pollution and the final forced locking of the "logical singularity" calculation.
Every breath carried the taste of blood in his throat. The old wound on his forehead and the mental pain caused by the forced use of authority were like countless red-hot steel needles piercing his brain.
He gritted his teeth to prevent his consciousness from sinking completely into darkness.
Bai Zhiye in his arms was already unconscious, his face as pale as paper. Only the bright red rope on his wrist fluttered slightly in the violent energy turbulence, becoming the only fulcrum for his consciousness to anchor to reality.
On the opposite side, Chao Youye's figure was like a black reef standing in the center of the storm.
The space around him was still twisting violently, and countless tiny black cracks were opening and closing silently around him like loyal servants of destruction.
In those bottomless violet eyes, the boiling cosmic storm was slowly subsiding, returning to a pure indifference that had frozen time and space.
He lowered his head slightly, and his cold gaze swept over Mu Xinrong, who was hugging his arm tightly and whose face was pale with fear. His eyes were like scanning an object, without any ripples.
Is it over? No.
Ye Qingliu forced himself to gather a trace of the observer's perception, penetrating the severe pain in his body and the chaos in his sea of consciousness.
The "strings" of the world line are wailing.
The spatial structure is covered with spider-web-like cracks, the invisible chain of cause and effect is breaking inch by inch, and the pointer of entropy increase is sliding madly towards the abyss of uncontrollable.
At this moment, the observer and the embodiment of rules reached a consensus beyond logic.
This world line... has come to an end.
Although the Pretender Council was repelled, the impact of their arrival had severely damaged the underlying structure of the world line. The spatial structure became extremely fragile, the chain of cause and effect was broken, and entropy was accelerating uncontrollably.
Even without external enemies, collapse is only a matter of time. Even more terrifying is that Qi Shang is still alive, and the covetous eyes have already locked on this place. The next time they descend, it will be complete destruction.
The only way to survive... is to restart.
Guided by the power of the observer and the embodiment of rules, the world line is forcibly restarted before it completely collapses.
Erase all traces and let everything return to the "origin" where it has not been discovered by those who covet it - the midsummer of the second year of high school.
The cold logical chain was clearly constructed in Ye Qingliu's sea of consciousness.
The price was all the living things on this line - Ning Xiwan's hand patting his shoulder, the ice pack handed to him by Duan Shuce, Hua Jinyue's scalding tears, Mu Xinrong's smile like a little sun, and... the sleeping profile of Bai Zhiye in his arms.
All the emotions connected to the red rope on the wrist, which belong to "Ye Qingliu" rather than "Observer", will be completely erased, as if they had never existed.
All of them will no longer recognize the existence represented by the two names "Ye Qingliu" and "Chao Youye".
No anger, no sadness.
The core logic of the observer suppressed the painful roar of "Ye Qingliu", leaving only a dead and cold silence.
He slowly raised his head, his gray-blue eyes penetrated the dense smoke and dust, and accurately locked onto Chao Youye at the other end of the ruins.
Those black eyes, as deep as the abyss of the universe, also looked back at the same time.
Their eyes met.
No words. Not even a glance of confirmation.
Faced with the cold laws of the universe and imminent destruction, the observer and the embodiment of rules instantly reached a consensus beyond logic.
Ye Qingliu very slowly and with great difficulty loosened his arms from holding Bai Zhiye. His movements were slowed by the pain, yet carried a kind of determination to sever all ties.
He carefully laid the unconscious girl flat on the relatively flat ground covered with gravel and dust.
His fingertips briefly brushed against the bright red string on her wrist for the last time. The cool touch was a final farewell.
Then he stopped looking at her.
He propped himself up on his knees and staggered to his feet. Every part of his body was screaming, his consciousness teetering on the edge of collapse. But he stood straight.
Deep within his gray-blue eyes, all confusion and emotion were forcibly stripped away, leaving only the inorganic, cold focus of an observer executing the final agreement.
He raised his hand. His fingertips trembled slightly from exhaustion, but he began to trace the air with uncanny stability.
Countless tiny, silver-white data runes, as if condensed from the purest starlight, flowed out from between his fingers.
They are not physical entities, but they exude a cold and grand aura of order. Each rune contains the observer's highest authority to locate time and space and record world lines.
They intertwine and swirl in the air, gradually forming an extremely complex and constantly evolving three-dimensional coordinate model - the anchor point for the restart of world line Ω, in the midsummer of my second year of high school.
At the same time, Chao Youye also slowly raised her hand. That hand, with distinct joints and cold white as jade, seemed to have never been stained by dust.
With the palm facing upward, a "dot" composed purely of extreme darkness silently emerged.
There is no light, no heat, only the all-consuming nothingness and the will for all things to return to silence.
That is the ultimate form of entropy, the end of destruction, and also the possible starting point of... immortality.
Duan Shuce struggled to pull himself up from the pile of shattered ornaments. The Supervisor's power of order had nearly collapsed under the onslaught. He felt a piercing pain in his ribs, and his vision went black.
Duan Shuce wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and saw this scene that was beyond his comprehension.
Duan Shuce saw the silver-white runes flowing from Ye Qingliu's fingertips, and the cold light of data stung his eyes.
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