Shang Yechu called this plan "Plan G".
Each kilogram of body weight can be exchanged for one point of other value, which Shang Yechu has been accumulating for a long time. However, even the most basic gene surgery requires 10,000 points of other value to be performed. Even if Shang Yechu ate himself into a water buffalo, he still wouldn't reach that number.
Left with no other choice, Shang Yechu had to plead with 103 to agree to installment payments if things really came to that. With interest accruing, they could pay a down payment first, and then slowly repay the rest later.
The stingy system and Shang Yechu argued for a long time before finally agreeing.
Now that Ji Juntao has intervened, the matter with the merchants has been resolved amicably through normal channels. Shang Yechu had thought "Plan G" was off the table. But at this moment, looking at the woman in front of her—
Shang Yechu realized that there was still one last thing to go.
Finally, it's not the law, not public opinion, not the world, but her heart.
As long as the blood ties exist, she will always yearn for a mother. As long as the blood ties exist, she will never be free.
She wanted to sever their bloodline.
It was actually a few shrimp balls that made Shang Yechu make her final decision. Things in this world are often so absurd.
103 said in an unprecedentedly serious tone:
"Host--"
He hadn't used that title to refer to Shang Yechu for a long time.
Have you confirmed the following terms?
"The gene surgery is about to begin. The initial payment is 1,000 points of other value. The remaining 16,000 points of other value (including interest) must be repaid within the next twenty years. Failure to pay will result in the destruction of the remaining points."
"Gene surgery is not 100% successful; you have a 10% chance of dying during the procedure."
"Gene surgery will replace three paternal and maternal loci in your genes. It's like replacing two punctuation marks in a five-million-byte novel. Your genes, body, mind, and soul will still be you. But even with such a minute, atomic-level adjustment, you will still suffer the greatest physical pain you've ever experienced. No hormones or drugs can numb this pain. This pain will last for more than ten minutes, and may also cause psychological trauma, phantom pain, and other aftereffects."
Have you confirmed the above terms?
"I confirm."
103 paused for a moment: "The surgery can be canceled at any time before you sign. I've already calculated that if the business sues you, the chance of winning is less than nine percent—a probability even lower than your mortality rate during the surgery."
"I agree. Sign it."
Shang Yechu seemed to hear 103 sigh. But it must have been her imagination.
"The agreement is in place. The surgery will begin in ten seconds. You can still cancel the surgery at any time before the countdown ends."
"ten--"
Shang Yechu walked step by step to the woman.
"six--"
Shang Yechu knelt down in front of the woman.
"three--"
Shang Yechu picked up the broken pieces of the teapot from the ground.
"I. Start-up."
The system's cold voice rang out. Suddenly, an unprecedented, overwhelming pain surged through the body!
Shang Yechu groaned and braced himself on the ground with his hands.
A heart devoured by ten thousand ants, a slow and agonizing death by a thousand blades—this is nothing more than this.
It felt as if ten thousand ice needles pierced Shang Yechu's bone marrow, ten thousand branding irons were burning her blood, and ten thousand pieces of sandpaper were grinding against her bones. In a daze, Shang Yechu thought her skin had been peeled off. She reached out and touched it, but it was still intact.
It was as if all the flesh and blood were separating and reconstructing. Shang Yechu's body convulsed, and muffled groans escaped one after another until finally, there was no sound at all.
The woman saw that Shang Yechu's forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was pale and bluish-white, and he suddenly looked deathly pale!
The woman was shocked and grabbed Shang Yechu, asking, "What's wrong with you?"
Even though the world was blurred by sweat, Shang Yechu still shoved the woman's hand away. The woman was horrified to see that blood was flowing from Shang Yechu's nostrils!
"Are you sick?" The woman asked, trembling, not daring to approach.
Plop, plop.
Blood dripped from her nose onto the floor. The woman had just overturned the basin of water, which had soaked the floor, and the bright red blood was quickly swallowed by the water.
Shang Yechu wiped away the blood from her nose.
Looking at the bright red stain on his hand, Shang Yechu suddenly burst out laughing.
Every piece of flesh in her body ached as if it were being shattered and reconstructed, rubbing against each other. Shang Yechu even suspected that the flesh wrapped under her skin had already broken apart.
Contrary to the physical pain, she felt incredibly happy. Incredibly, incredibly happy. A sense of freedom filled every drop of her blood, and her soul burned.
"Mom, Mom," Shang Yechu cried, "I'll give your blood back to you."
Under the woman's horrified gaze, Shang Yechu raised her hand and, without hesitation, stabbed the sharp shard of the teapot into her own arm!
That was the spot where Shang Jiayu had drawn a scar with a pencil years ago.
The woman screamed.
The sharp tip of the glass pierced the flesh, slicing through it with unstoppable force. The new wounds, with their irresistible power, covered the old marks Shang Jiayu had made with a pencil.
Blood trickled down the glass, forming one drop, then two. Drip, drip. It fell to the ground.
Shang Yechu's arm was covered in blood, and two new bloodstains formed a new "X", like a bloody cross nailed to her arm.
"Mom. You carried me for ten months and gave birth to me. You suffered so much and bled so much for me." Shang Yechu's eyes were already unfocused with pain. "For this, am I forever indebted to you?"
Drip, drip. Blood wove into a dense red line, falling onto the floor.
"Mom. Mom." Shang Yechu grinned.
"I will return your pain and your blood to you."
The water on the ground was stained red with blood. The area where Shang Yechu and the woman knelt had become a pool of blood.
"Mother."
Shang Yechu smiled and finally addressed the woman in front of him with that title.
"I'm no longer your daughter."
After saying this, Shang Yechu closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground.
She is free.
Ji Ya stood there stunned for a long time, then suddenly screamed, "Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed! Murder! Murder! Madman... madman..."
Ji Ya didn't notice, because of extreme fear, her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
She didn't dare touch Shang Yechu lying in a pool of blood; her legs were so weak with fear that she couldn't move. After shifting a few times, everything suddenly went black, and she knew nothing more.
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In the warm blood, Shang Yechu felt a sense of comfort and ease.
It seemed as if someone was stroking her forehead.
Shang Yechu felt as if she had returned to the warm womb, immersed in her mother's amniotic fluid, free from all worries about the world. She was immersed in a sweet dream and did not want to wake up.
However, dreams must eventually end. Shang Yechu no longer has a mother.
A slit opened in front of him, and the image gradually became clearer. After a long while, Shang Ye opened his eyes and saw a snow-white ceiling.
Turning his head, he found himself next to someone Shang Yechu never dreamed of.
"Sister Yi?"
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