A strong stench of blood permeated the corridor, which was littered with debris. Ruan Qing'an sat on the floor, leaning against the wall of the corridor. In the pitch-black darkness, he could only see a ghostly green glow and a dazzling space.
—It is Eleven and Zhou Ziqi.
Numerous vines entangled his body, and despite the power being suppressed by the system, Ruan Qing'an was unable to break free, forcing him to remain seated.
'Bang--'
Another loud noise followed, dust billowed everywhere, and then, breaking through the air, a dark figure was kicked hard and sent flying straight towards the wall, shattering numerous fragments of the wall.
Accompanied by the man's painful cough, the tall figure, almost embedded in the wall, slowly slid to the ground.
The white research coat, which was always well-maintained and accentuated the man's tall figure, was now covered in dust and looked disheveled. Zhou Ziqi's hair fell messily over his forehead, and his head drooped, his body covered in wounds.
Blood flowed from his forehead, trickling down the curve of his handsome face and dripping onto the ground.
I have almost no strength left...
"Is he going to die? It seems a little regrettable..."
Zhou Ziqi murmured softly, but seemed to lack even the strength to stand up. His hand, which never trembled when holding a scalpel, was now trembling unconsciously at the fingertips. After all the spatial abilities he had unleashed were exhausted, his entire body was in excruciating pain.
Just then, faint footsteps sounded, and in the darkness, a figure walked shakily towards them—it was Shiyi.
Compared to Zhou Ziqi's disheveled appearance and injuries, Shi Yi's condition was not good either. His mechanical arm had been cut open by the space blade, revealing its intricate internal structure and sparks flying everywhere. The overloaded program was on the verge of collapse.
On Eleven's chest, there was a wound that started from his shoulder and almost ran through half of his chest. Half of the artificial heart core was destroyed, but he just glanced at it casually.
Immediately afterwards, Eleven pressed down on the wound without a care: "What a pity, this is the advantage of being 'non-human'."
"Yeah……"
Zhou Ziqi chuckled.
The next moment—the vines that had circled around his back mercilessly pierced Zhou Ziqi's heart, and the tips of the vines that emerged from his body were a bloody, scarlet red!
The warm breath that belonged to humans completely disappeared.
Forced to remain trapped in place, Ruan Qing'an suddenly opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but shout out, "Zhou Ziqi—"
"He won't die."
Eleven tilted her head slightly, smiled, and squinted her eyes with satisfaction: "He will only become a zombie. His self-awareness will no longer be able to occupy the peak of his thinking. He is still alive."
"Finally, we've gotten rid of that eyesore."
Shiyi spoke softly, struggling to move her feet, one step at a time, until she staggered to Ruan Qing'an's side. She crouched down, her long arms outstretched as if cradling a treasure, and pulled her into her embrace: "It's all over..."
“You killed him, Eleven, I will kill you.”
Ruan Qingan's expression finally turned cold.
Shiyi nuzzled against her neck: "Don't be angry, Qing'an. Soon you won't remember him anymore. We'll be together, and there won't be any more changes."
"No one, nothing, not even time, will take you away from me, just thinking about it..."
After a moment, the smile on his lips became increasingly twisted and maniacal, like a child who had just eaten candy, feeling sweet and content. He hugged Ruan Qing'an tightly in his arms, like a piece of driftwood for a drowning person.
Ruan Qing'an lowered his eyes, forced to feel Shi Yi's embrace.
Behind them were the mutated plants that had originally bound Ruan Qing'an; now, their sharp tips were all aimed at the two embracing figures—all within Shi Yi's reach.
The next moment, they will be riddled with arrows and riddled with holes.
But the smile on Shi Yi's lips was so sweet that it didn't seem like they were heading towards death together. He said softly, "It's okay, just kill me. We'll die together. That's the only way."
"This is the only way I can keep you..."
Ruan Qing'an's eyes changed slightly. The suppression from the main system was gradually disappearing. She wondered if it was because of Zhou Ziqi's accident. She was finally able to mobilize a bit of her own power.
She exerted force with her foot, and taking advantage of Shi Yi's unpreparedness, Ruan Qing'an leaped up and kicked him hard in the chest.
The man was forced to take a few steps back, while Ruan Qing'an had already drawn her long knife with a backhand. With a flash of light, the knife tore through the vines behind her—if she had been any slower, her heart would have been pierced!
Shiyi leaned against the wall, her palms slowly clenching: "You've rejected me again, Qing'an..."
"I still have a lot to do."
Ruan Qing'an closed her eyes, and for a moment she seemed to see Xie Huainan, who was imprisoned in the depths of the endless world, again, but she quickly shook her head—damn it, why did I think of him again?
Even though the vines attacked with deadly intent every time, there was no murderous intent in Shiyi's eyes, only distorted love and obsession.
But just as Eleven was focused on manipulating the vines—
'Ding!'
That was the sound of metal colliding with machinery.
The space was suddenly torn open, and a man with blood on his chest appeared behind Shi Yi, a scalpel between his fingers. He stabbed Shi Yi in the temple, instantly shattering the nerves!
Not only Shiyi, but even Ruan Qingan's eyes widened!
Zhou Ziqi could barely stand, yet his hands didn't even tremble: "When you attacked, I lured your attack into another dimension, but it was still too risky."
"I was so close to dying."
Zhou Ziqi's narrow eyes smiled: "I'm afraid I haven't told you what methods I can use to kill you, Eleven."
"It's very simple. It's just a matter of consciousness transfer. Then transfer it back to me. I will suppress you into the depths of my consciousness, like a second personality, and lock you up forever."
He paused, then showed no mercy: "I've already said, if I can't let you kill my Xiao Ruan, then I'll have to kill you."
Metal and machinery collided and shattered violently.
Soon, Eleven's dark green eyes lost their color and appeared on Zhou Ziqi's right eye. Then, Zhou Ziqi kicked the now-ineffective mechanical construct away.
Ruan Qingan stood there, somewhat at a loss for what to do.
She was silent for a moment, then subconsciously stepped forward, but Zhou Ziqi instinctively took a step back. His right eye had turned dark green, and his facial expression was contorted, as if he were struggling in pain.
He whispered, "Don't come near me, Xiao Ruan. I don't know what I am now. Stay away from me."
"..."
Ruan Qing'an paused, then suddenly laughed. She raised her hand and grasped Zhou Ziqi's hand holding the scalpel, ignoring the alarm bells and unease that were secretly ringing in her mind, and hugged him tightly.
She softened her voice and murmured, "You are Zhou Ziqi."
"No matter what kind of person you are, human or non-human, you are Zhou Ziqi, my Mr. Zhou..."
"How can I not see the danger? If I can't control Shiyi's will, I will kill you the moment you get close."
Zhou Ziqi spoke in a hoarse voice, he was very tired, his right hand fell limply down, his tall figure could only lean on the petite girl, his heterochromatic eyes looked quite strange.
Ruan Qing'an said softly, "No, because you are Mr. Zhou, a genius admired and respected by the world."
"How silly of you, Xiao Ruan..."
His voice grew softer and softer, as if he had reached the point of exhaustion.
【Affection Level: 100】
...
The apocalypse is over.
Because the source of the virus has disappeared.
He was imprisoned forever in the cage of consciousness, imprisoned as a "second personality"—although Zhou Ziqi, as the "primary personality," would never release him.
Everything is being rebuilt, and this little world is back on track.
The Third Human Base has been transformed into a new city, with everything remaining a testament to the past. Zhou Ziqi sits atop the highest point of the research institute, watching the people coming and going as the reconstruction progresses.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the girl beside him who was holding a knife. She still had that sullen, chubby face, but—
"It's fake, you little bastard who ran away after finishing your mission."
Zhou Ziqi chuckled lightly, and the next moment he leaped down from the height of the research institute. His ordinary body, devoid of superpowers, drifted like a fallen leaf in the fierce wind.
—Until the moment it hits the ground.
"Mr. Zhou?!"
"Help! Help! Help!"
"Mr. Zhou... he committed suicide."
Consciousness drifted away to a place entangled in countless streams of data. Countless worlds were like toys in the palm of a hand, belonging to the gods. At the end of the data were the "gods" who were entangled and unable to escape.
The "god" raised his eyes and looked at the "self" who had committed suicide.
Why not explain?
Why did you let her go?
The shattered figure, mixed with the shattered world, returned to the body of the "god" as the recycled power.
With a single thought, the world is born; with a single thought, the world perishes.
The "god" grinned, his dark green eyes filled with the same madness, and countless worlds trembled at the "god's" whisper: "How could you, as an avatar, know—"
"Would I really be willing to let her leave?"
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