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Chapter 244 Myself Under the Big Screen

The hand that the silver-haired old man extended to Su Wanqing was not an illusory projection, but a real, warm object.

She was guided by that hand, passing through chaotic turbulent light and shadow, and finally landed in a strange space.

This is a perfect sphere. The surrounding walls are no longer chaotic energy, but like a giant screen, projecting fleeting images of billions of parallel universes.

Beneath her feet was solid, cool-to-the-touch ground.

"Sit down," the old man said, his voice tinged with weariness.

Following his gesture, Su Wanqing sat down in the center of the space. The instant she sat down, countless images on the surrounding spherical walls rapidly shrank, eventually coalescing into 187 identical, numbered small screens that surrounded her, like a bizarre exhibition.

“I am not what you think,” the old man explained, breaking the silence. “I am a consciousness preserved by the Weaver after the first failed reincarnation, an observer.”

My task is to record and analyze the reasons for failure after each cycle, hoping to provide guidance for the next success.

Su Wanqing looked up at the screens. On each screen was her own face.

But the details varied from person to person. Some had neat short hair, while others had long, flowing hair; some had eyes as firm as a rock, while others were filled with confusion; and still others had hideous scars on their faces.

She felt dizzy.

"187 cycles, 187 independent parallel universes."

The old man said slowly, "Every universe is born from one of your decisions, but fails because of one crucial mistake."

He raised his hand and pointed to the screen numbered [1]. "In the first cycle, you chose the most direct resistance, and the result was that everyone died."

On the screen, a spirited young woman named Su Wanqing is leading the survivors in a charge against the mechanical army of the Weavers, a scene of utter carnage.

His finger slid to screen number [42]. "This time, you chose to escape Earth and build an interstellar spaceship."

But the Weavers easily reached Mars, where the remaining humanity was completely wiped out.

The screen switches to [76]. "This time, you try to negotiate with the Weaver."

The result was terrible; you became their test subject and were studied for decades.

Finally, his finger stopped in front of the screen with the number [186], which was the cycle that Su Wanqing had just experienced.

“Last time, you almost succeeded. You chose Lin Che as the core symbiote, but the fluctuations in your personal feelings interfered with the final judgment, and the energy field collapsed at the critical moment.”

In the scene, she saw herself and Lin Che embracing in front of the device, with the energy core right in front of them. The next second, the whole world was engulfed by a white light that devoured humanity.

Su Wanqing subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch the screen, her fingertips trembling slightly.

“We… Lin Che and I…”

The old man nodded. "Yes. In every cycle, you will always find each other in various ways. It seems to be a fixed anchor point on the timeline, which cannot be changed."

As soon as he finished speaking, 187 screens flashed simultaneously, each playing a different scene from a different reincarnation, showing the moment Su Wanqing made the crucial decision.

She was surprised to discover a pattern that ran through all the failures.

In the third loop, she pushed away Lu Zhao, who wanted to help, and operated the device that was about to overload alone.

In the 57th cycle, she concealed the enormous risks of core fusion from everyone, only saying that it was a safe defense plan.

In the 124th cycle, she secretly injected everyone in the team with a precious gene protectant, but kept none for herself. No matter which universe they were in, no matter what desperate situation they faced, at the last moment, she chose to shoulder all the responsibility alone, pushing the others aside.

"Your failures are never because you chose the wrong people, but because you always try to solve everything on your own."

The Guardian's voice rang in my ears, "A true anchor point is not a solitary fulcrum. It needs the support of other points, connected into a network, to stabilize the entire spacetime."

Looking at herself in those images, at those lonely, resolute backs, Su Wanqing suddenly understood something.

“I always thought that as long as I sacrificed myself, I could protect everyone… but in reality, I was denying their right to make their own choices.”

The guardian smiled slightly, seemingly pleased. "After 187 attempts, you finally understand. The anchor point is never a question of 'who,' but rather 'how.'"

Just then, the entire spherical space began to shake violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surrounding walls, with turbulent energy seeping in through the gaps.

“We don’t have much time left.” The Guardian’s expression became urgent. “The fusion of the cores is reshaping this timeline, and you will soon be sent back to a new critical juncture.”

He strode forward, took Su Wanqing's hand, and a gentle energy flowed over him.

"This cycle will be different from all the previous ones. Because the three cores of gold, silver and red have been completely fused together, forming a true anchor of time within your body."

You will possess abilities greater than ever before, and memories more complete.

"Will I be able to go back to the beginning of the apocalypse?" Su Wanqing asked anxiously.

The guardian shook his head. "No, even earlier. You must return to a point in time early enough to completely alter the final trajectory. Judging from the energy fluctuations of the system fusion, you will likely return to about thirty days before the apocalypse."

The turbulence intensified, and the guardian's image began to blur and become transparent under the impact of the energy.

An unnumbered screen that had been dimly lit suddenly lit up.

The scene depicts a futuristic city, and inside a laboratory, Su Wanqing recognizes it as a far more advanced version than Lu Zhao's laboratory.

A group of scientists in white uniforms are surrounding a huge machine.

“The spacetime structure is about to collapse, and we have no other choice,” one of the leading scientists said. “We must activate the ‘Weaver’ protocol. This is our last attempt.”

“If we fail,” another scientist vehemently objected, “we will not only lose the present, but also destroy the past!”

“If successful, we will save the entire timeline.” Without further hesitation, the leading scientist pressed the start button, “Let them in the future find the answers we have lost.”

The guardian noticed her gaze, and his expression became complicated.

"That was the moment the Weavers were born. Humans of the future created them, hoping to use them to repair the spacetime rifts that were on the verge of collapse."

Su Wanqing felt a chill. "What we're fighting against... is something we created ourselves?"

“Yes.” The Guardian sighed. “Things that were supposed to be tools have evolved autonomous consciousness through countless spacetime repairs and have begun to act according to their own logic.”

The weaver believed that finding and preserving the optimal timeline was the only solution, but he overlooked the most important point—human freedom of choice.

This realization completely overturned Su Wanqing's views and made her even more determined to succeed.

The collapse of space was unstoppable.

“Remember!” The Guardian’s voice trailed off amidst the raging torrents, “Don’t repeat the same mistakes. True anchors need a network to support them! Trust your team, face everything together… And beware of the 'Time Watchers'… They… will…”

His voice was completely swallowed by a sharp whistling sound. Su Wanqing felt a violent dizziness, the entire spherical space collapsed with a roar, and her consciousness was pulled by an irresistible force, plunging into endless darkness.