Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

After the cold white text appeared, the toolbox's heartbeat became chaotic.

Lin Jibai already had only 41% stability left, and he had barely managed to keep responding by tapping and using a flashlight. Bei Tianmen's flip was like a cold hand reaching into the bottom of a box, turning back the pages of his newly pieced-together existence anchor.

[Gonggong variable: The chain was broken during execution.]

[Gonggong variable: Disrupts the core connection of Xuan Niao No. 3.]

[Gonggong variable: Refuses border control.]

[Gonggong variable: can serve as evidence of border destruction.]

With each line of text that fell, Lin Jibai's composure dropped a little.

forty.

Thirty-nine.

Thirty-eight.

Xu Wangshu's voice finally took on a chill.

"Beitianmen is using people as evidence."

Qin Lan immediately sent a protest.

Human individuals may not be submitted, indexed, or detained as evidence at border crossings.

Beitianmen responded extremely quickly.

[The Gonggong variable is not an ordinary individual.]

Lu Chen slammed his fist on the table.

"I know that line very well."

They are not ordinary people, so they can be modified.

It is not a regular sample, so it can be sealed.

It is not a regular adaptor, so it can be invoked.

It is not an ordinary variable, so it can be used as evidence.

The old system and Tianheng are most similar in that they always remove the word "human" from the concept of "human" first.

Lin Xiaoman rushed to the toolbox, tears streaming down her face.

"He's my brother."

The characters on the North Heavenly Gate are devoid of emotion.

Family ties do not affect border records.

Xiaoman looked up, her eyes were terribly red.

"Then I'll record your information."

She maximized her access to the DreamNet listening platform, but didn't dive in. In the white corridor, the shadow of the North Heavenly Gate was trying to drag Lin Jibai's shadow over. The shadow was faint, with only one hand still gripping the edge of the toolbox.

Xiaoman did not grab that hand.

Xu Wangshu had repeatedly reminded her before that she couldn't use herself as a rope to pull others in the Dream Network. Doing so would drag both of them into the old system's definition.

She did something else.

She started playing Lin Jibai's "Human Record".

This is not a record of the successor repairman of Buzhou Mountain.

This is not a Gonggong variable record.

Instead, it contained outsourced maintenance orders for the Aerospace City exhibition hall, hospital payment records, screenshots of food delivery orders, photos of the West Gate pump room repairs, Lao Zhou's unpaid cigarette bills, Xiao Man's ward caregiver registration, and a recording of Xu Wangshu scolding him for touching the sample boxes for the first time.

Each one is very fragmented and ordinary.

At first, even Beitianmen didn't react.

Xiaoman cried as she recited.

"Lin Jibai, male, outsourced equipment maintenance worker at the aerospace city."

"I've repaired the West Gate pump house three times; I didn't report for overtime the second time."

"You bought me strawberry-flavored yogurt twice, but you got the wrong flavor twice."

"I owe Lao Zhou two packs of cigarettes, I just put it on the tab."

"I'm afraid of the hospital calling to collect payment, but I answer every time."

"Stubborn, loves to show off, and often forgets to turn off the power before fixing things."

The noise from the toolbox stopped slightly.

Xu Wangshu closed his eyes briefly, then continued.

"Lin Jibai refused to define Lin Xiaoman as a sample in the Guanghan Palace cold storage incident."

"He once said during the 'Temperature Contact Incident': Public safety cannot always be compromised by using people as fuel for fires."

"They demanded that the consequences be made public during the Gonggong chain break incident."

"Current status: Human individual, injured, has not consented to becoming any border evidence."

Lu Chengong's voice was hoarse.

"Lin Jibai, you owe me a thank you."

Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

Lu Chengong twitched the corner of his mouth.

"He was yelling at me earlier, and I haven't finished yelling at him yet."

Wen Zhaolin remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Lin Jibai is the son of Lin Wangchuan. However, he does not automatically inherit any obligations from the old system because of his father's status."

These words, spoken by Wen Zhaolin, carried great weight.

Several people in the control room glanced at him instinctively. Wen Zhaolin didn't avoid their gazes. He knew that he had also spoken of "inheritance" as an honor and packaged "obligation" as a path in the past. But now, as Lin Jibai was about to be written as evidence, he finally saw clearly that those beautiful words, when applied to a specific person, often became another kind of chain.

He used to be most adept at imposing his parents' plans, the mission of the times, and the grand order onto specific individuals. Now, he is personally severing this chain of inheritance.

Qin Lan compiled all the records into a new definition.

Lin Jibai: An individual in the human world.

[I can assume responsibility for anything I have confirmed.]

[This cannot be rewritten by the old Heavenly Court system as evidence, signposts, fuel, interfaces, or variable assets.]

The cold white characters on the North Heavenly Gate flickered.

The Gonggong variable attribute already exists.

The fragments of Nuwa lit up.

[Attributes do not apply to individuals.]

Zhu Rongtai also showed a deficit.

Those who have burned through the old order need not return to the furnace.

The broken bow fragment trembled slightly, and a crimson light flickered on the crack in Lin Wangchuan's work badge, as if bearing witness.

[The Broken Bow Testifies: The Broken Chain on Gonggong's Side Was Not a Sacrifice.]

In the shadow of the solar sail, the dim red light of the fire flickered.

The charred little bird didn't wake up, but it raised its head slightly from under its wing. The ancient, fiery red characters appeared very, very slowly.

[Fire Witness: Lin Jibai first asked.]

As these testimonies piled up, the index of Lin Jibai at Beitianmen began to stagnate.

It can identify common variables.

However, it is impossible to completely rewrite Lin Jibai into evidence from so many specific human records.

Because the evidence does not include cigarettes.

The evidence suggests that you won't buy the wrong yogurt.

Evidence doesn't tell others it's still there by tapping it three times in the toolbox.

Lin Jibai's stability rate remained at 36%.

Then slowly return to thirty-seven.

Thirty-eight.

Xu Wangshu said softly, "Lin Jibai, respond."

The toolbox remained silent for a long time.

It was almost time to hold one's breath by the time of Xiaoman.

Finally, the flashlight shone.

A line of crooked text appeared on the screen.

The strawberry yogurt was on sale that time.

Lin Xiaoman laughed through her tears.

Lu Chengong laughed too, but then gasped in pain.

Xu Wangshu lowered his head and added a sentence to the record.

My response is valid.

The gaps at the North Heavenly Gate have noticeably narrowed.

This is the last attempt at using cold white text.

[Those who refuse to submit evidence of border destruction will face consequences from the inspection.]

Xu Wangshu looked at the line of text and replied steadily.

Humanity preserves its own records.

[No one submitted this.]

No evidence is required.

[We do not recognize unauthorized border jurisdiction.]

Qin Lan stamped the document simultaneously.

On public channels, more and more entities followed suit, confirming the news. Aerospace systems, medical isolation teams, lunar far-side lighthouse maintenance teams, exhibition hall repair teams, and even some who had previously supported centralized treatment, all wrote the same sentence at this moment.

[No one submitted this.]

The gap at the North Heavenly Gate finally narrowed to just a sliver.

The shadow of the solar sail stabilized, and the spark remained dormant. The broken bow fragments, resting against Lin Wangchuan's work badge, were no longer targeted by the Nine-Day Arrow. The old road sign in the western suburbs was covered by a temporary manhole cover number, and the second maintenance star shifted away from the edge of the shadow.

Everything seemed to be heading in a positive direction.

Suddenly, a new record popped up on the Deep Space Divine Court observation interface.

[The mortal realm has repeatedly refused verification by the old Heavenly Court system.]

[The tendency toward autonomy has been confirmed.]

[Initiate observation outside Beitianmen.]

Xu Wangshu's eyes darkened.

"The outside?"

Wen Zhaolin's expression changed slightly.

"The area outside the North Heavenly Gate is not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court."

Lu Chengong looked up.

"Who gets it?"

No one answered.

Before the door closed completely, Lin Xiaoman saw a very deep starry sky outside the door in her dream network.

In the starry sky, something opened its eyes.

That eye had no name, nor any divine image. When it looked over, Xiaoman felt neither anger nor curiosity, only an emptiness more distant than the North Heavenly Gate. It was as if the old rules that the human world had just rejected were merely dust within the gate, while outside the gate lay an even older, more unreasonable darkness.