Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Strands of spiritual energy began to coalesce in front of Bai Xinglan.

Under her control.

A door made of spiritual threads gradually appeared before Su Ming's eyes.

Inside the door was the true appearance of the back room.

You could say that.

Inside the door is the back room, a place for contemplating human creations.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two exchanged a glance and stepped inside together.

The moment I stepped through the door, the surrounding space suddenly distorted, like water being stirred up by a gale, light and shadow shattered, and reality and illusion were reversed.

Once the chaotic space stabilized, a deep corridor came into view.

The scarlet carpet stretched endlessly from beneath our feet, extending into the dim depths of our vision.

Numerous closed doors lined both sides of the corridor.

This space is extremely unstable; it slowly undulates and creeps in the form of waves, causing the entire corridor to constantly twist and deform.

Countless tiny black, fluffy particles floated in the air.

It seems to exist, yet it cannot be truly touched.

The two exchanged a glance.

Su Ming suspected that this was very likely the boundary of the back room.

Its boundaries cannot be reached by conventional means.

Only after deciphering its most core secrets can one enter into it through spiritual embodiment.

They came in through one of the doors in the corridor.

Bai Xinglan tilted her head, gesturing for Su Ming to reopen the door they had just pushed open.

Su Ming did as instructed.

He pushed the door open.

Outside the door was the bedroom where they had initially stayed, with a television set in the middle.

However, there were two human-shaped signs in the bedroom.

One was Bai Xinglan, who was squatting in front of the television, her facial features distorted, making her look extremely strange.

The other was Su Ming, who was observing the room; his facial features were also distorted and strange.

"This is... our replica?" Su Ming's eyes widened in surprise.

Bai Xinglan nodded: "Yes."

"But they were failures."

"The current harem cannot replicate a truly complete person."

Su Ming turned his gaze back to the twisted and writhing corridor.

In that sense, behind every door in this corridor lies a replica of such failure.

There are a large number of them, judging by appearance.

It seems quite a few people have mistakenly entered the back room.

Bai Xinglan also looked thoughtfully at the doors in the corridor.

She had a question: "When did the concept of a harem originate?"

But as soon as this question arose, she received the answer.

"The back room is like the eternally silent city in the deep sea."

"No matter when it was born, once it is born, it will inevitably appear in the past, present, and future."

In other words.

The back room exists for every doomsday line, even in 2026.

The replicas inside the door are not only from the 2016 doomsday timeline, but also from other doomsday timelines.

This does fit the characteristics of a pollution source.

Because the list of names also includes other people from the doomsday timeline.

They were both survivors who were lucky enough to stay alive and victims who were swallowed up by the dimensional barrier.

The world's correction will not erase them, but will only preserve the traces of their disappearance.

If someone comes back, it's possible that, as Bai Xinglan said, they won't be the same person they were at the beginning.

Bai Xinglan snapped out of her thoughts and began to study the black, fluffy substances floating in the air.

These black, fluffy substances are the remaining threads of the spirit.

These lines are all broken, like the remaining ashes of the spirit.

She studied it for a while before slowly saying, "These are all digested products from the back room."

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat.

What are digestive products?

Bai Xinglan said with a solemn expression, "The harem is both devouring people and creating them."

"What we eat is a whole person; what we create is a completely new person."

"All humans who mistakenly enter the back room will eventually be dismantled and digested by the back room."

"Their physical form, memories, aura, and personality will all be preserved and used as material for creating new people in the harem."

"It will piece together a perfect replica based on its own understanding of people."

"These black, flocculent substances are the mental ash and metabolic waste products they have digested."

Just now.

The corridor twisted more and more, and the red carpet grew increasingly dark, almost turning blood red.

"The distorted vision is where countless people once struggled and wailed."

"That's the mark of despair etched here."

"And the red carpet on the ground," Bai Xinglan said in a deep voice, looking at the carpet, "is soaked in layers of blood."

After saying that, Bai Xinglan turned around and stared at him, asking a question.

"Su Ming, choose a direction."

"This corridor connects to Earth on one end and to them on the other."

"Should we return to Earth, or go and meet them?"

One corridor, two directions, two choices.

Is it a return to the past, or a journey into the unknown?

If Su Ming weren't here, Bai Xinglan would definitely choose to venture into the unknown and seek the ultimate truth.

She was too curious.

After pondering for a few seconds, Su Ming nodded decisively: "Go and meet them."

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and perhaps one that will never come again.

Having gone through so many doomsday scenarios.

He finally found the opportunity to truly meet them and even communicate with them.

Because they wanted to understand humankind.

It must descend in a personified manner.

Only by understanding human cognition and emotions can we truly comprehend humanity.

Bai Xinglan was not surprised at all by Su Ming's choice.

At this moment, she had already grasped the threads of their spirit.

Those were chaotic, frenzied, and ancient spiritual threads, desolate yet boundless, filled with indescribable terror.

Even with just a glimpse, Bai Xinglan began to undergo an unstoppable transformation.

Upon seeing this, Su Ming immediately grabbed her hand and absorbed all the fragments of knowledge within her body.

The two held hands and walked side by side toward the end of the corridor.

The deeper you go in this direction, the more intense the distortion becomes, and the surrounding barriers constantly crack and explode.

From the cracks created by the explosion, one can see the vast expanse of the universe.

This is a passage to the depths of space.

Fortunately, its roots are on Earth.

Otherwise, Su Ming would definitely be the first to undergo an anomaly.

He cannot leave Blue Star; it was a promise he made to Wen Qi.

As Su Ming continued walking, he heard the scraping sound of iron chains behind him.

Looking back, he saw iron chains piercing every inch of his body, trying to stop him.

Every step became incredibly difficult.

With each step, the iron chains behind him trembled.

It's almost there.

Su Ming could even see the blurry door at the end of the corridor.

That's the end of the corridor.

That is the personified version of Him who lives inside.

Give me a little more space.

"I will not leave."

"I will go home."

Su Ming gripped Bai Xinglan's hand tightly and struggled forward with all his might.

But the chains behind him trembled violently.

New shackles are constantly being generated in the void, layer upon layer.

Seeing this, Bai Xinglan wanted to let go of his hand and go alone.

But Su Ming gripped her hand tightly and shook his head: "Trust me, I can do it."

"Now that I've made my choice, I won't regret it."

"It can hold me back once, but it can't hold me back countless times."

"And I..."

In the next instant, Su Ming made a decision.

He grabbed the chains that ran through his body, yanked hard, and growled, "They've been watching me all along."

puff-

Countless hard, black chains snapped in response.

They emitted a deafening tremor as they began to peel off from Su Ming's body, bit by bit.

Su Ming gazed ahead.

He felt a great sense of freedom.

He felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

Even the forced favorability rating is starting to loosen and crumble.

Bai Xinglan stared blankly at the young man in front of her, her eyes filled with shock.

Under Bai Xinglan's gaze, Su Ming's mental threads snapped one by one.

He did not ascend to heaven.

He didn't complete it either.

He simply broke free from all constraints, gained true freedom, and acquired the right to do whatever he wanted.

Nothing could restrain him anymore.

Those once affectionate eyes gradually lost their warmth and became indifferent.

At the same time, Bai Xinglan's pupils suddenly contracted.

She saw the umbilical cord on Su Ming's head.

At the end of the umbilical cord, a pair of enormous, indescribable eyes slowly opened.

It was as if two spacetime rifts had appeared in the vast universe, transforming into a pair of indescribably vast and enormous eyes.

It was watching him.

It turns out that this was Su Ming's true shackle.

No one can control him.

Only he himself can control him.

Bai Xinglan looked at Su Ming in front of her.

At that moment, she didn't even dare to call out his name.

It was a familiar face, but he was no longer the same person.

Su Ming glanced sideways at Bai Xinglan, who was tightly gripping his hand.

He pondered for a few seconds, then slowly pried open Bai Xinglan's fingers.

Let's break up.

You're not my type.