Remodeling
"system?"
Lin Yun entered the first door, which was empty. There was only a second door, and he called the system several times but received no response. It seemed that the connection between him and the system had been cut off.
But she wasn't alarmed; the girl was already used to disconnecting from the system from time to time. Moreover, she had an extraordinary level of trust in the system and didn't believe anything could confine it. In her eyes, the system was almost omnipotent.
Lin Yun looked around, paused at one point, and after a while, looked away.
She walked slowly forward and opened the second door.
The air smelled of disinfectant, and the only visible part was a snow-white ceiling.
Lin Yun felt a slight tremor in his heart: Could it be that the Thousand Towers possess the ability to travel through time and space? Had he traveled back in time again?
As she thought this, her lost hearing gradually returned, accompanied by a chaotic and disordered sound. She heard a girl sighing, "Dr. Yu is paying for her daily medical expenses... waiting for her parents to come back and find her... If you ask me, she's been abandoned. Didn't she have a checkup last time? Her liver, kidneys, and heart are all in bad shape... absolutely..." Her voice trailed off as the footsteps of the person called Dr. Yu approached from afar.
Lin Yun suddenly realized: this was an illusion woven from memories read by the Thousand Towers. An illusion composed of incredibly real events she had personally experienced.
Logically, once the illusion is seen through, the impasse should be broken, but the surrounding scenery remains unchanged. She is trapped inside the body, experiencing this old dream like a spectator.
She was abandoned at the hospital as an infant and later entered an orphanage. Despite her many illnesses, she stumbled and struggled until the age of 21. She completed her studies with the help of student loans, found a stable job after graduation, and lived a quiet life for 26 years.
Looking back on her experiences, Lin Yun didn't feel there was anything that made her want to remain trapped in the past.
The only regret is that I have never established a close relationship with anyone. Whether it is family, friends or lovers, there is no one who can be placed above these three categories.
After she grew up, she left the orphanage and rented a house downstairs from a park. Near the roadside, there were always a few fortune tellers. She passed by many times and was solicited by them a few times. One said that she had too much karma and would not be able to marry someone, so she should drink talisman water; another said that she had too much evil energy and would easily affect the people around her, so she should buy talismans.
Lin Yun still prefers the fortune teller who has a sweet tongue, who says he will achieve his wish, though the process will be a bit bumpy.
The only thing she could control was her thoughts, but those thoughts were completely detached from her own experiences. She was repeatedly pondering: Did the sect possess a divine artifact capable of seeing into the tower? If the secret of a transmigrator were exposed… wouldn't she be imprisoned as a monster?
Then I thought, it's best to just insist it's an illusion. After all, with thousands of pagodas, it's hard to tell if they're real or not.
Lost in thought, Lin Yun drifted out of his body without realizing it, and his first-person perspective switched to a third-person perspective.
She observed her experience from a completely new perspective, but her attention wasn't on her personal experiences. Instead, she focused on the figure beside her. After floating to a certain position, she casually patted the person next to her, saying, "Do you think the elders will believe this explanation?"
"Ouch!" The man screamed and sprang up, his head nearly hitting the ceiling.
On the other side, Zhou Hengyan had already passed through the first two doors, leaving only the last two.
He stared at the phantom before him, his coldness almost freezing into icicles, piercing straight into the illusion. In the Tower of a Thousand, where no one could see him, he could finally shed his gentle mask, letting the cold glint in his eyes flow freely.
“I said this when I first came here.” The sword’s cry and the voice tore through the silence. “Do not read my memories, do not recreate the form of the people I once knew.”
He had walked this path the first time he entered the tower. Now, he had traversed it countless times, yet it was still the same old story with only slight variations. He could now accurately recite the order in which the characters appeared and what they said.
Zhou Hengyan found the comparison tedious.
He could clearly distinguish between illusion and reality. But he was still angry at the tower's offense.
Why would you secretly access his memories? Why fabricate illusions of the deceased? He knew these figures were nothing but illusions, yet he still felt a pang of heartache at their furrowed brows.
Zhou Hengyan, is your child as you expected?
The unanswered question echoed in my heart.
He answered on behalf of the departed soul: Of course, he was the champion of the Immortal Clan Grand Competition, a rising star in the Immortal Path, and a future Immortal Venerable...
"Truly worthy of being descendants of heroes."
The world admires them with a sense of unease. What should the son of a hero be like? He should be as resilient and powerful as his parents, as benevolent and compassionate as they are to all living beings. A great, radiant, and eternally burning torch.
This expectation requires suppressing everything within oneself—thoughts, emotions, desires, and obsessions.
If he asked himself honestly, Zhou Hengyan only cared about the thoughts of his parents—Zhou Chengwen and Changguang. Everyone else was just something that was constantly imposed on him as he grew up, and he was well aware of this.
Therefore, they loathe these illusions even more, which are almost indistinguishable from reality.
What's most detestable about these phantoms is that they utter unexpected words while wearing familiar skins. The real reason for this is that they shatter Zhou Hengyan's illusions and offer an alternative possibility that he hadn't anticipated.
If his true colors are exposed, how can he survive the accusations of the world and the disappointment of his parents?
“Now it’s Snowball, then my uncle, then my parents, it’s the same old routine.” He said as he pushed open the second-to-last door.
Inside the door was his uncle, Zhou Cheng'an, the current head of the Zhou family.
A person he both loved and hated.
Love and hate were once just luxuries for Lin Yunwang.
For someone who has never been able to establish close relationships with others, emotional connections between two or more people are impossible, which has fostered her indifferent personality.
But this time is different.
As the figure howled, the third door opened automatically, and a gust of wind swept in, trying to suck Lin Yun in. This space had no foothold for people to stabilize their figures, so they had no choice but to go with the flow.
Just as she was about to pass through the door, she sensed the presence of the system.
"System," she called softly in her mind.
"I am here."
Hearing the system's voice, she closed her eyes with peace of mind, awaiting the new challenge.
What will it be this time?
It was a mother's warm embrace. She was gently patting her most beloved child's shoulder and singing a lullaby. The baby in the swaddling clothes quietly opened her eyes. Her grape-like eyes darted around in their sockets, and her gaze shifted from her mother to her father beside her.
The surrounding environment has also changed.
A father's body is so tall and his arms so broad that he can carry his child steadily on his shoulders, and his broad hands can hold his beloved wife's hand tightly.
"I want to go over there!"
Following Lin Yunwang's orders, the whole family headed to the riddle area.
Lin Yun couldn't help but immerse herself in it, taking this environment as a reward for her hard work. But this warm scene was gradually eroded by the flames of war. In a panic, she grabbed someone's hand, "Brother, please help me!"
Through the gaps between her fingers that covered her eyes, the corpse was severed, and the blood dripping from the hunting blade was reflected in her trembling pupils.
After the fire, there was a burnt smell, so foul it made you want to vomit. The once vibrant landscape had turned into varying shades of black, and the slightest touch would turn it into coarse powder, which would be scattered across this scarred land.
Then, she saw her father and mother huddled together.
Even though their faces were no longer recognizable, just charred remains, she was still certain that they were her parents.
She cried.
Otherwise, the vision wouldn't be so blurry.
Lin Yunwang lay on the ground, curled up, stubbornly mimicking the charred arc, as if she could still squeeze into her parents' arms. At this moment, she was like a true child, casting off the shackles of her soul and seeking the protection of her parents.
The cold earth and the burnt smell did nothing to awaken her.
To be more precise, she remained awake the entire time.
"Ayun, look ahead."
"Where do the clouds go!"
Two voices rang out at the same time, startling Lin Yunwang, who was trying to escape.
As she stood up, she suddenly remembered the male voice from her dream a few days ago saying to her: "This world is assimil, no, it should be said that it is taming you. Haven't you noticed it yourself? Leave..."
She internally refuted this at the time.
It's not domestication.
It is about reshaping my physical form.
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