Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

But Xia's voice at that moment was like a sharp blade tearing apart people's hopes, carrying an almost insane rationality, echoing in the square.

"The facts are already obvious!" At that moment, Xia, standing on the high place, completely abandoned his usual meticulous scholarly demeanor. He shouted hoarsely, his single eye flashing with a mixture of excitement and sorrow after seeing through all the truth.

"We are just actors in this little experimental field, kept in captivity!"

Following the path laid out by the so-called 'divine oracle', we numbly and repeatedly embark on the same cycle of calculations!

Our joys and sorrows, our sacrifices and dedication, are merely 'fuel' to add data to this experiment!

His words were like icicles, piercing the hearts of everyone who heard them: "We are nothing but a string of fake numbers that can be reset and deleted at any time!"

From the moment we are born, the fate of each of us has already been written by that cold, otherworldly voice!

So-called free will is nothing more than a self-righteous illusion generated during program execution!

"I have deciphered the truth of the world! Hahahaha!" At that moment, Xia burst into laughter, his laughter filled with the madness of a grand performance coming to an end.

He was completely oblivious to the fact that his shocking remarks and state of mind were being broadcast live to all the remaining screens around the world through the "romantic" threads woven by Aglaia.

Not far away, Aglaia helplessly put down the faintly glowing stone slab in her hand.

The immense shock of Sai Fei'er's "loss and return" only to be lost again has completely shattered the divine barrier she had maintained as a romantic demigod for many years, bringing her back to her most vulnerable and bewildered humanity.

She looked at Tibo beside her, her voice trembling with a hint of dependence:

“Master…we…are we really going to let him…tell everything out the door? People will be devastated…”

“Aya,” Tibo’s voice was unusually calm as she gently grasped one of Aglaia’s cold fingers in her small hand.

“We know you’re worried that people won’t be able to accept such a cruel truth and that hope will be completely extinguished.”

But... things have come to this, and we've reached the final stage..."

She looked at the people standing in the square, stunned by shock, fear, or anger, and slowly said:

"If the world is truly as Ragus said, then Onpharos's future has already been predetermined by the Star God of 'Destruction,' leading to its complete end..."

Perhaps the only thing we can do is to tell them the whole truth without reservation before the final moment arrives.

"As for how people will choose to face the truth after they learn it—whether it is anger, despair, acceptance, or a different kind of human brilliance at the last moment—that... is no longer something we can interfere with."

Tibo's tone carried a sense of relief that came from having experienced many hardships.

Tinning added from the side, her voice gentle yet firm:

“But Aya, you must also remember. While they have the freedom and right to know the truth, it does not mean they have the right to use this despair to hurt others. Order must be maintained until the very last moment.”

Aglaia took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions, and nodded:

"Don't worry, my teacher, I know. The threads of 'romance' can not only convey images, but also restrain people's actions. I will do my best to guide them and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to commit evil deeds..."

Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the wounded soldiers and civilians who were constantly retreating from various fronts and pouring into the square. Her eyes searched eagerly, hoping to see that familiar, agile figure among them.

Within the vortex of creation.

"Kamerslana, who exactly are you..." Laigus's projection fluctuated violently, indicating that he was encountering tremendous interference and confusion, "How did you bypass my monitoring and accomplish all this?!"

"Look at the soles of your feet," Bai Mo pointed to the faintly glowing ground at the center of the vortex.

“Every inch of this ‘land’ has been sprinkled with Philosopher’s Stone powder beforehand. It is the perfect carrier and breeding ground for the logic virus that Kashiwa wrote…”

Right in front of Lai Gushi, he casually swiped through the administrator interface that glowed with a ghostly blue light, his movements as practiced as if he had used it countless times:

"So... no matter where your consciousness is projected, from the moment you choose to truly delve into the heart of the vortex, and even attempt to condense a physical interference."

Your being caught in this trap... was inevitable. You can no longer interfere with Onpharos's calculations.

Lai Gushi watched silently as Bai Mo casually manipulated the interface he once exclusively possessed, a sense of indescribable frustration belonging to a "researcher" intertwined with a strange "appreciation" in his heart.

After a while, his voice returned to its unusual calm, as if it had switched to another mode.

"Kamerslana, even if you have temporarily stolen the access, if you truly understand your own origins and history through that interface, you will find that all your struggles now are... meaningless."

His voice turned icy, as if announcing a conclusion: "The so-called 'savior' is nothing but a pathetic illusion born from the Onfaros system's misguided belief that it can defy predetermined fate. You are no exception."

“You’ve probably already discovered this through the control panel,” Ragus’s tone even carried a hint of pity, “You’re just an untraceable anomaly in this cycle of reincarnation.”

A cluster of redundant data that even the basic naming convention failed to detect.

The scepter didn't even generate a complete code name for you like it would for an ordinary NPC.

Your name field is mostly blank, without even a question mark.

He slowly uttered words powerful enough to destroy any meaning of existence:

"In other words... you may just be a fleeting miracle, a system error, that happened by chance in this cycle."

Moreover, the one who determined Onphalus's ultimate fate was Nanuk, the star god of "destruction"!

That is a great being that transcends all worlds! And you, with what power, intend to change the ending that a star god himself has written for this world?

Bai Mo's fingers, which were swiping across the screen, paused.

Lycus's words struck him like a final judgment.

The other party was right; the truth he saw through that access interface was even more cruel and thorough.

Onphalus's fate was ordained by the star god Nanuk himself. From the moment of its birth, it was on a one-way street to destruction, and it had gone too far down that road, so far that any attempt to correct it would be futile.

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I watched the preview, and I guessed there would be a thirteenth Titan, and I also guessed it would be Xilian. But how should I put it... I'm still a little disappointed.

It's not that isotopes are bad, but I still hope that Lao Mi can write a new peak in Xi Lian's storyline. After all, only in this way can such a character remain wonderful and valuable forever.

What I want to see is innovation, not having a character repeatedly perform the story of "Ellie," until even "Ellie" herself becomes an outdated actress.

Finally, I hope that the storyline of Old Mi will reach new heights!

Chapter 146 Bai Mo: I am not a variable from outer space, but rather a discarded draft by Onpharos.

If... if it were possible, he really wanted to take everyone he cared about in the world with him—

Bai'e, Xilian, Wandi, Aglaia, the teachers Tibao, Nakexia... leave this doomed Onpharos, go to a truly hopeful future, and never come back.

But... he couldn't do it.

It is not a real life, and may not even be considered a piece of stable code.

I guess I'm one of the more unfortunate transmigrators who crossed over to the Iron Age.

When others transmigrate, they either become pioneers on the Star Train, powerful in-game characters, or at the very least, named NPCs... Some even transmigrate directly into Star Gods.

How did I end up as a string of nameless, abnormal data that could be deleted by the system at any time?

This self-deprecating bitterness eroded his will more profoundly than any enemy's attack.

However... Bai Mo is no longer the same as before; he will no longer be defeated by a few words from his enemies.

"Even if... it's true, as you say, that my birth was merely a trivial accident that occurred during the operation of a system."

Finally, Bai Mo slowly spoke, breaking the suffocating silence.

His voice was initially low, carrying a weariness of admitting the truth, but then an indescribable power began to gather within it.

“But!” His voice gradually calmed down, “it—was born as such an ‘accident’.”

Bai Mo stared directly at Lai Gushi's projection, as if trying to see the manipulator behind the data through the light and shadow. His voice trembled slightly with excitement and some other emotion, fragile yet resolute.

"You say I don't have my own name, just a blank string of code... then tell me—"

"Kamerslana", "Bai Mo", "Mo Bao", "Little Bai", "Savior Chef", "Lord Bai Mo", "Elder Bai Mo"...

What do these titles, from different people and carrying different emotions, mean to me?!

"It was they who, with each name, like starlight illuminating the sky, defined my empty 'existence'!"

"It was them...it was everyone who called out to me, with their understanding, their emotions, their bonds...that defined me, filled me, made me no longer a cold blank, and allowed me to truly exist!"

His eyes seemed to burn with a light, a radiance that transcended data and programs, a light belonging to the will of life:

"So...no matter what my true nature is, no matter how hopeless the future may seem!"

I will save all those I love and those who love me!

Even if—it requires me to defy fate and save this world that the Star God has sentenced to death!

The projection of the gushi remained silent, seemingly analyzing the variables beyond calculation at high speed.

Bai Mo, however, did not wait for his response and instead offered the answer he had just found, one that was enough to overturn everything:

"And... you asked me what exactly it is? I just found the answer to that question. It's at the very bottom of the Onfaros database."

In those raw logs you ignored, dismissed as useless and redundant, lies a corner you, someone who only cares about 'results,' would never bother to search.

His tone became clear and sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath:

"As you said, the celestial computer Onpharos was originally a scepter built for the 'wise' erudite one to seek the 'first cause of life'."

But after you arrived, you directly and abruptly introduced "destruction" as the ultimate answer, overriding the original process.

He pressed on: "Then tell me, Lygus—before Onpharos was forcibly twisted toward 'destruction'."

Where has its original, uncalculated answer—the one belonging to "intellect"—gone?

The primordial vortex was utterly silent.

Neither Bai Erxilian nor Lai Gushi provided an answer.

"I am it, and it is me."

"Kammerslana was never a variable from outer space; it was a discarded draft that originally belonged to Onphalus."

This time, Lai Gushi fell into a long silence.

The flickering light of his projection revealed the incredibly complex calculations and deductions taking place inside, far exceeding any imagination.

After a long silence, his ever-calm voice finally rang out again, but this time it carried an unprecedented, almost astonishing solemnity:

“This is an answer I never imagined, Camerslana. It seems the ‘gaze’ fixed on you is far more extensive and profound than I anticipated…”

"The erudite 'Knowledge' spreads the instruments of seeking solutions, the 'Destruction' Nanook delivers the final judgment... and there is also the 'Memory' Fuli, who silently observes and records everything..."

The three star gods watching Onpharos have all placed heavy bets on you. But you must know…

A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and the data projection of the Rigs flickered violently a few times, like a screen whose signal had been cut off, before disappearing completely, as if it had never existed.

Bai Mo slowly lowered his fingers, his eyes cold and resolute.

Without hesitation, he interrupted Lai Gushi, who was still speaking. If Lai Gushi continued, it would only make Xi Lian and the others worry.

The world seemed unchanged, but the highest-level control interface was now firmly under Bai Mo's control.

"Xiao Bai Mo... are you... are you alright?" Xi Lian cautiously stepped forward.

She instinctively reached out to hold Bai Mo's hand, wanting to offer him some comfort and support.

However, when her fingertips touched Bai Mo's hand, she was surprised to find—

Bai Mo's hand had been tightly, tightly clenching something since the beginning.

Because of the force, his knuckles even turned a little white.

That was the small and exquisite headdress she had given him earlier.

He held onto it tightly, never letting go even when faced with the emptiness of his own existence.

Upon seeing this scene, Xi Lian and Bai E exchanged a silent glance. Without needing to say a word, they understood each other's determination and... the deep-seated apology towards Bai Mo from each other's eyes.

They knew better than anyone else that what they were about to do was to personally place a heavy shackle called "the world" on Bai Mo's shoulders, making him bear an almost eternal loneliness and responsibility.

"I seem to have failed as a savior. I've done so much. This world... is still headed for destruction in the end..." Bai Mo lowered his head, trying to hide his inner powerlessness with a self-deprecating smile.

"Bai Mo, you don't need to belittle yourself." Xi Lian's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze brushing across ruins, carrying a power that could soothe all anxiety.

Chapter 147 Xi Lian: You will continue your calculations as Onphalus's unfinished answer.

“I think…we, and Onpharos, still have another option at what seems like a dead end.”

A choice not given by the gods, but truly belonging to Onphalus himself.

Her fingertips gently traced Bai Mo's cheek, her eyes sparkling with tenderness:

"Since there is more than one star god casting their gaze upon this land... why can't we borrow their power a little?"