Weird Game: I brought an old version bug

The reset is complete.

The crowd in the square gradually dispersed, and everyone went their own way.

Some returned to their lives before being deleted, while others chose to stay in this new world and start afresh.

The system has built an environment suitable for each person, like a second god in this world, gradually fixing the mistakes it has made.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the clock tower, watching all of this.

"You should go." Shi Yu stood beside him, her hands in her pockets.

"I know."

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, and had a lot to say, but when it came to his lips, it all turned into a simple sentence: "Take care of yourself."

"You too," Shigure said. "The outside world, though it doesn't have trials, is still not easy."

"Is it harder than when you were the living core?"

"Not really," Shi Yu laughed, "but at least, outside, no one will send you system notifications."

Jiang Chen took the three items out of his pocket.

The wildflowers had withered, but the gardenias remained fresh, and the blank page of the book, with its inverted hourglass symbol, emitted a faint golden glow.

"Here, take this," he said, handing the gardenia to Shiyu. "It's been with me all this way; it should return to you."

Shi Yu took the flower, bent down and smelled it: "It smells very good."

I've always kept the flower you left me.

"I know," Shigure said. "When I was at the top of the tower, I could feel that you were carrying it with you."

"And what about this page?"

"Keep it," Shigure said. "It's your connection to this world. As long as it's still there, you can come back anytime."

Jiang Chen folded the pages of the book and put it in his pocket.

"The system said that you will be the administrator of this world from now on?"

"I guess so," Shi Yu said. "The system gave me administrator privileges, but not as a living core as before. Instead, it's more like a partner. I have my own consciousness, my own body, and I can move freely in this world."

"sounds good."

"It's good," Shiyu said, "but the workload is a bit heavy—so much deleted data needs to be recovered, so many rules need to be rewritten, and so many test subjects need to be placed."

"Can you manage all this by yourself?"

"Lin Xiaohe will help me; she understands this world better than I do. Zhao Yuan also said he'd like to stay as a consultant. Liu Meng and Xiaoyue also said they'd like to help."

"Then I can rest assured."

"Brother Jiang Chen!"

Jiang Chen turned around and saw Lin Xiaohe running towards him. She had changed into clean clothes, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, making her look much more energetic.

"Are you leaving?" Lin Xiaohe asked.

"Okay," Jiang Chen squatted down, looking her in the eye, "You need to take good care of yourself."

"I will," Lin Xiaohe said. "I will help Sister Shiyu rebuild this world. When you come back, it will definitely be better here."

"I trust you."

Lin Xiaohe took a wildflower out of her pocket—the same one she had given to Jiang Chen outside the orphanage.

"Here, take this," she said. "It's new. It's not data; I picked it in the square. This world really can grow flowers."

Jiang Chen took the flower and looked at the pale purple flower, its petals still glistening with dew.

"Thank you, Lin Xiaohe."

"You're welcome," Lin Xiaohe smiled, "You're the one who brought me back to life."

In the distance, Liu Meng, Zhao Yuan, Wang Hai, and Xiao Yue also walked over.

"Are you leaving?" Liu Meng asked.

"Um."

"Then we won't see you off," Liu Meng grinned. "We still have to clean up this mess."

"How did you get through the sixth floor?" Jiang Chen asked.

"It's a long story," Zhao Yuan pushed up his glasses, "but to put it simply—we didn't look back. We kept moving forward, no matter what we saw or heard, we didn't look back."

"Lin Xue's words saved us," Wang Hai said.

"Where is she?" Jiang Chen asked.

"She's over there," Xiaoyue pointed to the other end of the square, "She said she didn't want to come see you off. She felt she didn't deserve it."

Jiang Chen looked in that direction and saw Lin Xue standing alone at the edge of the square, her back to them.

"She is qualified," Jiang Chen said, "more qualified than anyone else."

Shi Yu looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Jiang Chen".

"Um?"

Do you regret it?

"Regret what?"

"I regret stepping into this bizarre game," Shi Yu said. "I regret meeting you, I regret experiencing all of this."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, then shook his head.

No regrets.

"real?"

"Really," Jiang Chen said, "If I hadn't stepped into the eerie game, I wouldn't have met you, I wouldn't have met Zhong Yuan, and I wouldn't have known that there are so many forgotten people in this world. I would be an ordinary college student, living an ordinary life, knowing nothing."

"Isn't that a wonderful thing?"

"Happiness," Jiang Chen said, "but that kind of happiness is fake. It's like the ideal world on the fourth level—everything is perfect, but everything is fake. True happiness is knowing why you live and knowing what you need to protect."

Shi Yu looked at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Are you really Jiang Chen, the one who couldn't even hold a dagger properly when he first entered the game?"

"People always change," Jiang Chen laughed, "especially after dying so many times."

"Don't die anymore," Shigure said. "Go back and live well."

"I will."

Shi Yu reached out her hand, and Jiang Chen grasped it.

"Then I'm leaving."

"Let's go."

Jiang Chen released his grip, turned around, and walked towards the clock tower.

Beneath the clock tower, there is a door—an ordinary wooden door with an inverted hourglass symbol carved on its frame. This is the exit the system prepared for Jiang Chen, leading to the real world.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

The door closed behind him silently, as if it had never existed.

He stood in a long corridor, the walls on both sides of which were not ordinary walls—they were flowing light, like a river made of memories.

On the wall, all the important scenes from when he entered the eerie game to the present are playing.

The first time I encountered Shiyu, the first time I activated the rules, the first time I died, the first time I met Zhongyuan, the first time I saw Appendix S, the first time I stood in front of the system core.

He walked through those scenes as if walking through his own past.

The first scene shows him activating the rule chain for the first time in the underground passage of Old Dawn City.

He remembered the feeling, like something was awakening within him, or like a door opening deep within his consciousness.

At that time, he didn't know where this door would lead.

The second scene depicts his first encounter with Shigure.

She stood at the door of Laboratory 07, a lollipop in her mouth, and her first words to him were, "You've finally come." At that time, he had no idea that behind those words lay the weight of 138 reincarnations.

The third image depicts his first death.

He was torn apart by the monsters of the Red Moon Plains. He still remembers that pain. But what he remembers even more is the rage he felt upon being resurrected, a feeling that "it can't end like this."

The images are increasing in number and speeding up.

The scene of Zhong Yuan's sacrifice, the scene of Lin Xue handing over the key, the scene of the system core being rewritten—each scene was like a knife, carving a mark on his heart.

But he did not stop.

Because he knew that these images weren't meant to make him turn back, but to make him remember them.

Remember how he got here, remember those who helped him, and remember that Shigure is still waiting for him.

At the end of the corridor, there was another door with a sign that read:

At the end of the corridor, there was another door with a sign that read:

Welcome back.

Jiang Chen pushed open the door, and blinding light flooded in.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying in a bed.

The ceiling was white, and there was a fluorescent light that made a buzzing sound.

He sat up and found himself in a very small room with only a bed, a table, and a computer.

On the computer screen, a line of text was displayed:

【game over】

[Clearance time: 72 days, 14 hours, and 23 minutes]

[Number of deaths: 47]

Final rating: S-level

He stared at the words and remained silent for a long time.

Then he smiled.

He stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in, making him squint.

It's not the filtered light from data simulations; it's real sunlight, with its warmth and dust.

He stood by the window, letting the sunlight shine on his face, feeling the slight burning sensation on his skin.

Outside the window is an ordinary street where people are strolling, walking their dogs, and children are riding bicycles.

An elderly woman was selling pancakes by the roadside, and several students in school uniforms were waiting for the bus.

Everything was so ordinary, so ordinary that it made me want to cry.

He took a deep breath and smelled the air.

It wasn't a data simulation; it was real, with a hint of dust and the smell of plants, along with the aroma of pancakes wafting from afar.

He recalled the perfect, yet false, streets in the fourth level of his ideal world.

Those streets are cleaner, prettier, and tidier than this one.

But they don't taste like that. They don't have that feeling of being alive.

He took a deep breath and smelled the air.

It's not a data simulation; it's real, with a hint of dust and the smell of plants.

He returned to the real world.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took a blank page from his pocket.

On the page, there is an inverted hourglass drawn on the page, and at the bottom of the hourglass, there is a line of small writing:

He reached out and touched the hourglass symbol; the pages warmed slightly, and then a new line of text appeared:

"Have we arrived yet?"

It is Shiyu's handwriting.

Jiang Chen smiled, picked up a pen, and wrote: "We've arrived. The room is a bit small, but it's habitable."

A few seconds later, another line of text appeared on the page: "That's good. I just finished a meeting with the system, and it said the rebuild will take at least three months."

Take your time, there's no rush.

"How's the weather where you are?"

Jiang Chen glanced out the window: "Very good, sunny."

"envious."

"You can come and take a look too."

"Wait until I'm done with this busy period."

Jiang Chen folded the book pages and put them in his pocket. On one page was a drawing of an inverted hourglass; at the bottom of the hourglass, a line of small writing read:

"Come back anytime. —Shigure."

He smiled, carefully folded the pages, and put them in his pocket.

Then he stood up, walked to the door, and put his hand on the doorknob.

He paused, then looked back at the small room.

The computer screen still displayed the clearance information, and there were still traces of him lying on the bed sheet.

This room witnessed his journey from the end of one world to the beginning of another.

He withdrew his gaze, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The sunlight shone on him, making him feel warm and comfortable.

He stood at the doorway and looked up at the sky.

It was a deep blue sky with a few white clouds. Unlike the sky in the eerie game, where the sky always seemed to be filtered through a gray lens, as if weighed down by something, the sky here was free.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

There are still many things waiting for him in this world.