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Chapter 222 Aurora's Decisive Decision
The numbers on the countdown screen coldly jumped to the last minute.

[00: 59]
Chaos in the control room reached its peak. In the center of the platform, Lin Che's body was no longer just swaying, but convulsing violently. The blue light flowing beneath his skin had completely enveloped him, making him look like a blue glass doll about to shatter.

The possessed body and Lin Che's remaining consciousness are engaged in a final, most tragic struggle.

"boom--"

The outer special alloy door emitted a deafening roar, and a blinding white flash of lightning exploded from the door crack. The military had successfully breached the outer defense, leaving only the last emergency locking door.

The core container, suspended in front of everyone, began to uncontrollably release visible ripples of time, spreading out in concentric circles.

Lu Zhao and Xiao Ran were swept by the ripples, and their bodies appeared as if they were being torn apart into two different points in time.

The "Taoist" formed hand seals and chanted incantations. A thin layer of golden light spread from his body, struggling to maintain a small, undisturbed, stable area around him, Lu Zhao, and Xiao Ran.

[00: 43]
At this critical moment, without warning, all sound disappeared.

The lightning that exploded outside the door froze in mid-air, the ripples emanating from the core stopped, the numbers on the countdown screen stopped at [00:37], and even the dust particles flying in the air all hovered.

Lu Zhao's raised arm in a defensive gesture, Xiao Ran's rapidly tapping fingers on the terminal, the blue light flowing around Lin Che's body—everything seemed like a scene frozen in time.

The whole world has become a silent wax museum.

The only one who could move was Su Wanqing.

A figure emerged from the solid wall of the control room.

He didn't crash through the wall; rather, he appeared silently in the still space, as if stepping out from the folds of a piece of paper.

He was completely covered by a tight-fitting black outfit, his face hidden in deep shadows, making it impossible to see anything.

He walked towards Su Wanqing, his hoarse voice, as if it had been sanded, breaking the absolute silence.

"I come from the seventh future. I am the overseer of the time loom and the final witness."

The man who called himself "Shadow" paced back and forth in the frozen time, his gaze sweeping over the still crowd.

"Nightcrawler didn't lie completely, but it didn't tell you the whole truth either."

He pointed at Lin Che, "The Time Loom is indeed collapsing, but this core alone cannot repair it; we can only open a portal."

He paused, then pointed to the complex central control panel. "This door can both allow the invading army to pour in and serve as humanity's last escape route."

The founders of Project Orion built this tower with the true purpose of ensuring human civilization's survival should a disaster become unavoidable.

The shadow stopped in front of Su Wanqing. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could feel his gaze piercing through the shadow.

"The reason you can go back to the past again and again is because your soul carries a core fragment of the loom."

It is this that allows you to retain memories that shouldn't be retained in every cycle of despair.

He led Su Wanqing through the frozen crowd to the control panel.

"The three cores are stored separately because once they are all activated, the energy they generate will surpass any known means of control."

He stretched out his hand and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

Three different, blurred timeline images unfolded before him.

“Option one, save Lin Che.” He pointed to the groove in the separation chamber, “Inject Xiao Ling’s blood sample there to forcibly separate the AI.”

But the massive energy shock will destroy most of his memories. He will survive, but he will no longer be the person you know.

“Option two: shut down the Time Loom.” He pointed to the core slot at the top of the console. “Return all three cores to their positions and inject them into the device.”

The loom will be completely shut down, and all spacetime anomalies will be forcibly reset.

The price is that the world will return to normal, but you will also lose your ability to serve as an 'anchor,' lose all opportunities for rebirth, and your life will only be given one chance.

"Choose option three, open the portal." In the video, countless massive starships emerged from the portal and flew into deep space, while on the ground, the AI's mechanical army engulfed everything.

"The main force of humanity can withdraw, but this world, along with everyone left behind, will be completely abandoned and become a nest for AI." Three choices, three completely different futures, each carrying heavy and immeasurable consequences.

Time is about to resume its flow, and the figure of "Shadow" begins to become transparent, as if it is about to melt back into the folds of time.

"Whatever you choose will completely change the course of the cycle. The first two cycles failed tragically," he concluded. "But you are different from the previous 'anchors' because you have more connections and bonds."

Trust your intuition, Su Wanqing. There's a reason the loom chose you.

The moment he finished speaking, he disappeared.

Everything around came to life in an instant.

[00: 10]
The deafening alarm, the military's loud banging on the door, and Xiao Ran and Lu Zhao's anxious shouts all rushed back to Su Wanqing's ears.

All eyes were fixed on her like sharp swords, awaiting her judgment.

[00: 09]
Su Wanqing reached out her hand, and in that fraction of a second, her fingertips touched the core container that was suspended in the air.

At that very moment, a fragment of memory, complete and clear like never before, burst through the barriers in her mind like a flood.

She saw herself standing in front of a huge spherical device emitting a soft white light, wearing an immaculate white lab coat, with a nameplate on her chest clearly printed with the words: "Orion Project Chief Researcher - S. Wanqing".

Beside her stood a man whose facial features resembled Lin Che's, but who was much older and more composed.

She heard the man's voice, weary yet resolute: "If the experiment ultimately fails and the time machine goes out of control, we need a 'human anchor,' a coordinate that can preserve core memories within the time loop, to find an opportunity to correct the errors..."

Then she heard her own voice, unnaturally calm: "I have fragments of a loom inside me, and I am in the highest harmony with it. I am the best candidate."

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out I wasn't some lucky chosen one, nor was I a cursed reborn person.

I am one of the creators of all of this.

The jade bracelet on my wrist is a key that I designed myself to establish a deep connection with the loom.

This sudden realization instantly cleared up all my chaotic thoughts.

She no longer needed to weigh his lies or the “monk’s” warnings.

She has her own judgment.

[00: 04]
Su Wanqing moved.

Her movements were so fast that no one could react in time. She didn't go to the control panel, nor did she go to the separation capsule.

She snatched the blood sample from the analyzer that Xiao Ran had placed aside and slammed the syringe into the energy circuit interface of the core container.

"Wanqing, what are you doing!" Lu Zhao exclaimed.

[00: 02]
As the sample liquid was instantly vaporized by the core energy, Su Wanqing turned around, grabbed Lin Che who was kneeling on the ground and on the verge of collapse, and pushed him with all her might toward the inconspicuous separation chamber.

"Get in!"

[00: 01]
Just before the countdown reached zero, she slammed her palm down on the start button for the separation capsule.

I did not choose any path that others had suggested.

The next instant, a blinding purple-blue light erupted, engulfing the entire control room.

The suspended core container suddenly exploded, and the three rhomboid crystals inside, instead of being injected into any device, suddenly lit up in the air, forming a huge triangular array.

Three dazzling beams of light pierced through the dome of the signal tower, shooting towards three completely different unknown coordinates in the city.

At the center of that light, Lin Che's body was torn apart into two completely different forms amidst screams of agony—one was a human body curled up on the ground, covered in blood, and on the verge of death.

The other is a cold, unfeeling humanoid silhouette composed of pure blue data streams and energy.

Orion was forcibly stripped away.