The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

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Chapter Fifty-Two: The Cycle Begins Again.

　The cold metal control panel reflected Lai Gushi's inorganic face. His fingertips unconsciously tapped the control panel, producing a rhythmic clicking sound.

　His gaze was fixed on the glaring red box on the screen marked 【【Redun0】- Missing】.

　“Abundant…”

　A chilling wave surged through Lai Gushi's mind. "Why does it have to be abundance? Even preservation... would be easier to handle."

　On the screen, the state of [Radun0]—Russell—which was once just a string of cold data, has been completely rewritten. His trajectory is now unobservable within the entire simulation program.

　The apothecary's blessing tore through the boundaries of the simulation program, elevating him from a controlled factor into a real life form in the universe: the Envoy of Abundance.

　This is beyond all preset models.

　[Analysis Path: Preservation of Fate Rejection.]

　Lai Gushi pulled up Russell I's data stream, and complex formulas and charts scrolled before his eyes.

　【Radun0】Core Logic: Existence is not its ultimate goal, but merely a means. Its behavior-driven core is always anchored to 'saving lives'.

　This is fundamentally different from Cripper's approach of purely protecting order and building walls for defense.

　The root of the problem points to that moment that the program could not capture—according to Lucas's calculations, Russell should have prayed to the stars.

　The core processor of the Rigol simulated that scene: a will beyond the mortal realm responded to the call of despair.

　All the students' requests have been fulfilled.

　The apothecary's words echoed in his cold, logical circuits. This was not mere rhetoric, but a direct manifestation of the power of the Star God.

　A near-unlucky calculation result surfaced in Lai Gushi's mind.

　[WARNING: Threat level of unknown target refactored.]

　A system pop-up window automatically appeared: "[Unknown target suspected to be a Bounty Envoy; Bounty Envoy traits loading...]"

　The list expands on the screen:

　[Difficulty Level: MAX (Universal Consensus: Abundance Order makes it the most difficult target sequence to eradicate)]

　[Battle Mode: Lower-middle (Base Destructive Power Assessment)]

　[Core Threat: Infinite Regeneration (Rule-level Self-Healing, Ignoring Conventional Laws)]

　[Derivative Threat: Flesh Proliferation (Life tissues can detach from the host and become active independently, forming an undead cluster)]

　[Greatest Risk: Uncontrollable Activation (The Power of Abundance poses an irreversible risk of activation and contamination to organic/inorganic/dead matter. Low-carrying individuals will mutate into monsters, triggering a cannibalistic evolutionary chain.)]

　[Confirmed: The current defense protocol has not been breached by brute force. Conclusion: The defense remains effective.]

　Lai Gushi quickly scanned the firewall logs, and a faint, almost fortunate, logical pulse flashed through his mind: "Assimilation access... a mild approach."

　This saved him from the worst-case scenario: if it were the Pleasure Star God Aha, the protective wall would have already turned into cosmic fireworks; if it were the Protection of Kripper, it would be a decisive and utter shattering. The "gentleness" of Abundance became his only buffer at this moment.

　However, this buffer itself harbors a deeper danger. He consulted Russell's historical personality model to deduce:

　[Behavior Prediction - Unknown Data Volume (Using the [Redun0] Historical Model)]

　[Next cycle action: High probability (>99.7%) of utilizing the power of abundance to widely distribute the Apothecary's blessings.]

　[Motivation Analysis: Driven by the will to survive (Onfaros), the core logic of redemption remains unchanged, while efficiency tools have been upgraded.]

　[Risk Rating: Catastrophic. Simulated environmental factors and underlying code may be activated and contaminated by the Power of Abundance. The spread of contamination will be uncontrollable, and the nature of the final products is unknown (Abundance/Destruction/Aberration)]

　"Contradiction".

　Lai Gushi's mind was racing: "This factor is extremely different from the behavior patterns of the abundant people in the universe. The purity of abundance is too high."

　This purity was more troublesome for him than the greedy bountiful people—Russell's goal was singular and unwavering: to save people.

　His rescue plan could destroy the entire Onpharos simulator and even threaten the nascent Iron Tomb.

　"Retrieve deep error logs: [Radun0] related items".

　He delved into the data abyss that he had blocked out countless times, attempting to find more data within it that could be used for simulation.

　During the deep search, a deeply buried record aroused his high alert:

　[Log Index: TT-██]

　[Content: Self-check of calculation tasks - Questions arise]

　[Core Question: Does the act of "sacrifice" driven by the will to "survive" constitute a specific form of erosion of the path to survival? Is survival the primary cause of life? What is the success rate of such erosion? ██]

　[Related Data: [Radun0] Reincarnation Records 30,000,000]

　There was a momentary delay in the core calculations of the Rigol.

　"...Iron Tomb has raised autonomous calculation questions about Russell's data? This is more threatening than Russell himself. This is the first time."

　During the shielding period, after Russell's redundant first million cycles, the data nature of the 30 million cycles that continued to burn had already transformed—the sorrowful wish of survival tainted every byte, forming a precious sample of strangely interwoven energies of preservation, abundance, and destruction.

　This is the Iron Tomb's most premium nourishment! It even gives rise to a barely perceptible possibility: the Iron Tomb might be able to use this path to reverse the erosion and preserve its destiny.

　If the Iron Tomb can be preserved until it is ultimately destroyed, then...

　Threat reassessment.

　A chilling notification sounded: [The combined risks of activating pollution and eroding the lifeline have exceeded the original threshold. The expected efficiency of destructive forces in eradicating this complex threat is extremely low.]

　The moment of decision has arrived.

　[Disposal Plan A: Discard the sample]

　[Based on the highest safety standards for experiments. Out-of-control, high-threat agents must be isolated and eliminated. If this cannot be accomplished, the agent should be disposed of immediately.]

　[Feasibility: Medium]

　[Cost: Loss of the only known successful cultivation sample, and potential unknown consequences.]

　[Treatment Plan B: Sample Preservation and Observation]

　[Basis: Rarity surpasses known databases. This makes the origination path extremely valuable for research.]

　[Risk: Extremely High]

　[Potential benefits: Observing the behavior patterns of the Abundance Envoy in a simulated environment; utilizing its power to accelerate the core experimental process may help resolve unknown errors.]

　[Logical deduction: The potential profit weight of Option B > the stop-loss weight of Option A (risk coefficient has been included in the calculation).]

　A chilling conclusion was reached. Russell, this hot potato, ironically became the perfect catalyst for the birth of the Iron Tomb. But he was also more dangerous than Whitebeard and Xilian combined.

　He seemed to see Bai'e—the perfect vessel walking on the path of destruction—unable to stop the coming of rebirth under the overwhelming light of salvation from an envoy of abundance.

　Over thirty million moments of despair were ignited in an instant, transforming into a raging inferno that burned the old world and forged a new destruction. That would be the perfect fuel offered to the Iron Tomb!

　"Implementation Decision: Preserve the sample and guide its utilization."

　Pleasant pulses of computation surged within the core. He didn't even need to intervene personally; this unexpectedly created blade would strike in the direction he needed.

　"Immediately terminate the current iteration cycle!"

　Without further hesitation, Lai Gushi issued the command instantly: "Initiate highest priority compilation: next cycle, start."

　He dared not give Russell any more time. Thirty million cycles had already elevated the data to the status of a Star God Envoy; if it were to touch the ultimate truth of the simulated world within Onpharos, the Iron Tomb Scepter... the consequences would be unimaginable.

　Everything must be accelerated! If all else fails, the only option left is to throw Russell out of Onfaros.

　……

　Deep within the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden.

　Bai E's hand was only inches away from that spark of reason.

　The cold metallic gleam reflected the destructive fire burning in his eyes. Obtaining it would bring him one step closer to stopping that damned rebirth and shattering the destiny of the Iron Tomb's birth. If only he could firmly control the cycle of reincarnation and wait for the unexpected to happen…

　Om-!

　The entire world suddenly froze. Colors vanished, sound ceased, and everything fell into absolute stillness.

　Bai E's consciousness roared within his frozen body, only able to watch the world formed by the data stream before him—walls, sparks… as if erased by an eraser, the pixels rapidly disintegrated and vanished.

　"Force...restart?"

　A chilling realization pierced Bai E's mind: "The extraterrestrial variable... has it finally arrived? Lai Gu Shi... what are you afraid of? Are you trying to cover it up with a reboot?"

　The boundless darkness swallowed the last glimmer of light and shadow, brutally throwing him back to the origin of everything.

　Only the anger and doubt that had been forcibly extinguished burned silently in the restarted void. He had missed obtaining six more Flame Seeds in this reincarnation. This abrupt interruption prevented him from even completing the Flame Seed inheritance.

　However, he was no longer in despair, because he now knew very well that a turning point had arrived for Onfaros.

　Lai Gushi stared at the green characters on the screen that read "[Reincarnation Restart - Initialization Complete]", and deep within his inorganic pupils, a torrent of data surged silently.

　The game has escalated, the pieces have changed. Onphalus's final stage, the curtain rises once more. The final symphony of existence and destruction begins now.

　……

　Chapter Fifty-Three: Walking with You

　The apothecary's power flowed deep within Russell's immortal soul, making it immortal.

　Those memories, accumulated over thirty million cycles and powerful enough to crush stars, are now firmly held by the immortal soul, no longer needing to slumber to withstand the impact.

　After sharing the memory gift of becoming the messenger, he still walked towards the hanging branch, letting its cool, moonlight-like power wash over his consciousness.

　"Clean it up, A-Chui. I think this should be the last painful memory I have."

　Russell's voice carried a hint of a relieved sigh.

　A gentle amber glow enveloped him. This was no longer a necessary act of healing, but a promise to a friend he knew intimately, someone with whom he had shared countless lifetimes.

　This is a habitual comfort.

　The core of the drooping branch flickered with a faint light. She looked at the fragments of memory that had been stripped away and temporarily sealed away—filled with despair, self-destructive experiments, and resolute figures rushing towards the black tide.

　She loathed the coldness, brutality, and bitterness emanating from those fragments. Each touch felt like a needle pricking her consciousness. But she never complained.

　It still hurts so much. But your memories are no longer bitter.

　Chuishizhi's consciousness sighed softly, carefully wrapping up a particularly sharp fragment.

　She could taste the moment Russell nearly collapsed—the helplessness and suffocation of being so close to the goal yet being utterly crushed. This was more piercing than mere physical pain.

　She looked at Russell, who was receiving the cleaning with his eyes closed. This man carried the weight of the entire Onphalus on his shoulders, yet he was stingy with giving himself a moment's respite.

　He loved the world, loved those strangers seeking medical help, but he didn't love himself. He had selflessness etched into his soul, even forgetting that a mortal body needs rest.

　[So adorably stupid, and so pitifully stupid.]

　A-Chui's consciousness was filled with complex emotions. She was Russell's eternal friend, the only anchor in these long, dark years.

　She felt sorry for the boy who once smiled in the sunlight, who had been forced by fate to become what he is now.

　However, his becoming the Envoy of Abundance also proved that those thirty million reincarnations were not in vain. She was genuinely happy for her friend.

　She cannot leave the strange space where she was born. From the moment of her birth, an invisible barrier has imprisoned her here.

　Quiet was good; she was content with it. Until Russell brought her her first sweet memory—the blue sky of Onphalus, the laughter of the crowd, and the fragrance of knowledge.

　That memory ignited a desire she had never felt before: she wanted to go out herself, to see with her own eyes, to feel with her heart, not just be a receiver of memories. To experience a virtual world within those memories.

　Especially as Russell's memories grew heavier and more painful, this longing turned into anxiety. She didn't want to be just a silent listener and comforter. She wanted to stand by his side and share that endless pressure.

　If you succeed,

　After a cleanup, A-Tui looked at Russell's tired profile, his mind swirling with anticipation, "You must tell me. I want to cherish that smile until the end of the universe."

　He still remembered Russell forcing a smile and promising him, "Believe me, that day is not far off."

　Without her, Russell would never have been able to survive those terrifying thirty million cycles.

　But the limit eventually came, and despair almost completely consumed him. An aura of self-destruction was about to engulf Russell.

　Fortunately, at the edge of the abyss, the apothecary's gaze fell upon him, making him the messenger. From that moment on, the memories were no longer bitter, but became extremely sweet.

　The more fragmented, sharp, and painful the past memories are, the more peaceful, serene, and beautiful the present memories become.