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This is not only Tsukasa Mizugaki's first mission in the drama.

This is also the first time that millions of viewers outside the screen have concretely faced the cruelty behind the word "recycling".

The main feature screen lights up.

Vibrant morning glories twine around the iron fence.

A gentle breeze rustled through the flowers and leaves.

After the doorbell rang, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.

The door was pushed open, and the blonde little girl Nina bowed very politely, welcoming Si and Ella into the courtyard.

In the living room, freshly brewed green tea was steaming.

The old lady offered a teacup with a kind smile, while Nina stood obediently behind her, humming an unknown nursery rhyme and massaging her back with her little hands.

The heartwarming scene of the grandmother and granddaughter is so real that it's impossible to consider Nina as a program that's about to expire.

Tsukasa Mizuki sat on the edge of the sofa, her back stiff.

Looking at the cozy scene before him, a painful spasm rose in his stomach, and his palms were covered in sticky, cold sweat.

In that atmosphere, he simply couldn't bring himself to say anything about taking it back.

A few scattered lines of text scrolled by in the live chat.

Please, Si, don't say anything, just finish your tea and leave.

I can't bear to watch anymore. This is worse than death for me!

Just how twisted must Su be to devise a plot where he hands someone hot tea while simultaneously handing them a death notice?!

Just as Si was struggling with something, Ella beside him moved.

Those red eyes were as calm as glass beads.

She deftly opened her briefcase, pulled out a thick stack of documents, and pushed them across the coffee table in front of the old lady.

"This is the recovery consent form. Target Nina has less than five days of remaining operational life."

His voice was flat, without any highs or lows.

"Please sign here after confirming that everything is correct. We will immediately shut down and reclaim the system."

This sentence completely destroyed the warm atmosphere in the room.

The old lady's smile vanished instantly.

Her fingertips trembled, and the teacup slipped from her grasp, spilling scalding tea onto the table and dripping onto the wooden floor.

"Can't we get a few more days' grace?"

The old man's voice was clearly choked with sobs, his knees were weak, and his body was leaning forward uncontrollably, almost sliding off the sofa and kneeling on the carpet.

"I have a lot of money! My entire retirement savings are here, and it's all for you! Nina is very good; she spends every day with me."

Mizugaki Tsukasa couldn't help but stand up, instinctively wanting to help the old man.

His eyes were also red and he turned to look at Ella.

"Senior! Can't you ask the section chief for an extension, even if it's just for another month?"

"No, that's the rule."

Ella interrupted Si without even turning her head.

She was merely mechanically repeating the cold, hard rules.

"If the time limit of 81920 hours is exceeded, her personality system will collapse. She will lose all her memories and become a wanderer driven only by destructive instincts. This is for your safety."

"I don't care!"

The old man covered his face in anguish, tears welling up between his fingers.

"Even if she remembers nothing, as long as she's still standing here, that's enough!"

In front of the screen, countless viewers gritted their teeth.

That extreme sense of powerlessness that ordinary people feel when faced with rules resonated with all viewers through the screen.

Just when Si felt utterly ashamed.

A small, fair hand gently rested on the old woman's heaving back.

It's Nina.

This machine, about to be eliminated, showed no fear of death on her face.

She stepped forward and hugged her grandmother, who was crying her eyes out.

She tilted her head back, revealing the purest and most innocent smile.

"Grandma, don't cry. Nina has had a very, very happy nine years and four months."

The clear, childlike voice echoed in the living room.

"Even after Nina is gone, Grandma must still eat on time. The blood pressure medication is in the second drawer under the TV; don't forget it."

"Also, don't fall asleep on the sofa while watching TV at night, you'll catch a cold."

She was like a talkative little adult, methodically making arrangements for her funeral.

At this moment, the absolute rationality of machines transforms into the ultimate bond of human emotion.

The more sensible she was, the more she resembled a barbed knife, slowly tearing at everyone's hearts.

The old lady cried until she couldn't breathe anymore.

She reached out with trembling hands and picked up the ballpoint pen on the table.

The pen tip landed on the paper.

Amidst the grating friction, she personally signed the words that took her granddaughter's life.

Tsukasa Mizuki closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away.

Everything in the picture.

The recovery mission is complete.

The setting sun cast long, dark shadows across the streets, like blood.

Si carried a briefcase containing the collected data and walked behind Ella.

The repression he had endured had finally pushed this newcomer to the brink of irrationality.

He abruptly stopped and roared at the figure in front of him.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"How can you act like nothing's wrong and go through the motions when your family is crying like that? Can't we at least try to understand how they feel? What kind of job is this?"

Ella, who was walking ahead, stopped.

The evening breeze lifted her long silver hair.

She didn't turn around, only offering a cold and indifferent response that drifted into Si's ears on the wind.

"Because this is my job."

Si gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with incomprehensible disappointment.

As the animation progressed to this point, some impatient viewers in the live chat were already preparing to vent their frustration with Ella's cold attitude by typing away on their keyboards.

But in that last second...

The animation gave it a very subtle close-up shot.

The camera pans, zooms in, and freezes on Ella's right hand hanging down at her side.

The hand that had been steadily handing out the return book was now clenched into a fist.

The force was so great that even the veins on the back of his hand bulged and trembled.

That's a physiological reaction that the body's instincts produce under extreme pain and repression.

Seeing this scene, some viewers who had initially complained about the male lead's impulsiveness or felt that Ella was heartless left the comments section.

It exploded in an instant, then transformed into a sky full of heartache.

Holy crap, look at her hands!

[Hey idiot, stop yelling at her! She's not cold-blooded, she's just about to break down!]

Everyone forgot that Ella herself is a Giftia! She only has less than two thousand hours left!

The old woman lost a granddaughter, but for Ella, witnessing this scene was like watching herself two months later! What were her feelings as she handed over that consent form?

The audience completely broke down at this moment.

The male protagonist is caught in the middle of the situation, completely unaware of it.

But the audience, from God's perspective, understood the fear and despair behind Ella's indifference, a fear a thousand times heavier than death itself.

With just a close-up of a fist that lasted less than two seconds, Su Bai elevated the healing level of this animation to a level that sent chills down everyone's spine.

This is the gentle swordsmanship of Old Thief Su.