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

A calm, monotonous synthesized voice suddenly resounded in this space of thought. It was Lai Gushi.

"Aren't you going to answer? Or... do you want me to call you...?"

Someone extended their index finger and gracefully placed it to their lips, making a shushing gesture.

Xi Lian's figure swayed slightly in the void, like a reflection in water.

She remained completely unfazed by the abrupt question. "It's best not to reveal that identity here. I think... you should just call me 'Xi Lian.' 'Stirring up ripples of the past,' isn't that a nice name?"

"As for whether or not to believe him..." Xi Lian's gaze drifted into the distance, where countless cycles of light and shadow seemed to be reflected.

"Although I still don't understand how a discarded concept, which was already deemed 'stillborn,' could suddenly break free from its predetermined fate and gain such a vibrant and resilient 'self'... that doesn't stop me from considering it a miracle."

Her tone gradually became firm: "And I choose to place all my bets on this miracle."

“An absolute variable that suddenly appears, yet does not belong to any known Star God force.” Lai Gushi’s voice remained flat, as if stating a cold theorem.

"Your Excellency Xi Lian, please allow me to remind you that this anomaly, which transcends all preconceived models, may very well conceal a far greater conspiracy than we currently understand. Its very existence may be a meticulously designed trap."

“I know.” Xi Lian nodded gently, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes. “His birth was filled with too many inexplicable mysteries, like the most abrupt star in the night sky, with no logical trajectory to be found. But…”

“He is Bai Mo. I have watched him grow from a naive child to who he is today. Who knows him better than me?” Her voice softened, carrying an undeniable warmth.

"Perhaps he wasn't born the prophesied savior, nor was he destined to be the hero who would carry the world's burdens. But he possessed a most precious and powerful quality—"

Xi Lian's eyes shone with unwavering certainty: "That is gentleness. A true gentleness that is deeply rooted in the soul."

"He never became arrogant because of his growing power, nor did he ever regard all living beings as pawns to be manipulated at will."

"He treats every life he encounters with equal respect, whether they are ancient Titans who wield the laws, Golden Blood members carrying a mission, or ordinary people in the vast sea of ​​humanity. And... this respect has remained constant and has never changed since the moment his 'self' was born."

Lai Gushi was silent for a moment, then his inorganic voice rang out again: "Since neither of us can convince the other, Xi Lian, let us wait and see. Let's see what kind of ending this variable outside the script of the gods will ultimately lead this world on the verge of collapse."

The conversation ended quietly there, and their gazes were all turned to the figure who was still struggling on the line of fate.

In the dimly lit hall, only the eerie blue glow of the "gateway" fire emanating from the room could be heard.

A red-haired, blue-eyed woman tightly embraced the leaping flame, as if guarding the last hope.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance as she stared at the two white-haired men who had suddenly appeared before her—their appearance was completely unexpected, as if they had materialized from nothingness.

"Who...who are you?" Her voice trembled slightly with nervousness.

One of the white-haired men, with a more composed demeanor, stepped forward: "Tiricipios 2, we are the saviors prophesied in the oracle, here to save the world and retrieve the fire."

This time, Bai Mo attempted to bring forward the timing of his intervention, hoping to make arrangements earlier.

He traveled through the golden age of various city-states, before they were eroded by the Black Tide, sowing seeds of hope.

However, the inertia of fate is immense, and despite slight differences in the process, the Golden Descendants still gradually exhausted their life force over a long period of time.

The light of the Dawn Machine flickered helplessly once more, only to be swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

Bai Mo stood at the end of time, watching history repeat itself, his eyes filled with unfathomable weariness.

【>>> Eternal Regression #2: Object Kamerslana adopts a similar cooperative strategy to Eternal Regression #1, but chooses to revert the computation process to an earlier point in time to intervene.】

[WARNING!!! The lifecycles of the Twelve Golden Descendants have still ended abnormally. The excessive time consumption of this calculation has not been alleviated; in fact, it has increased due to premature intervention by the target.]

The relevant abnormal data has been packaged and sent to the top administrator.

[Status of the highest administrator port: Continuously silent. No response.]

[After two thousand years, the world was gradually swallowed by the Black Tide, and life fell silent. Onpharos once again fell into total silence. Kameslana was forced to embark on the cycle of reincarnation once more.]

【>>> Eternal Recurrence #3: A slight adjustment to the strategy of another key target, Caislana, was observed, increasing the decision weight of "avoiding the sacrifice of companions in past loops".】

Chapter 178: Return of Eternal Tribulation

Large-scale simulations have shown that this emotion-driven strategy adjustment did not have any substantial impact on the final calculation results of the "destruction" equation or the other newly added equation.

[WARNING!!! The fixed pattern of abnormally ending lifecycles for the Twelve Golden Descendants has not been broken, and the phenomenon of excessively long time consumption in this calculation still exists.]

The relevant abnormal data has been packaged and sent to the top administrator.

[Status of the highest administrator port: Continuously silent. No response.]

Two thousand one hundred years have passed, the flame of civilization has gradually died out, and the world has fallen silent once more. Kameslana has once again entered the cycle of reincarnation.

【>>> Eternal Return #15: The observed object, Caeslana, makes its first attempt to reverse engineer and decompile the "Black Tide's" underlying code, aiming to achieve privilege escalation and rule breaking.】

[It was observed that the objects Kauslana and Kamerslana joined forces to perform an unauthorized authorization operation on specific important node objects, represented by the Twelve Golden Descendants, attempting to grant them protection that allowed them to break through the restrictions of the Black Tide.]

[WARNING! Intervention measures failed to reverse the established trajectory; the lifespan of the Twelve Golden Descendants still ended abnormally; the excessive time consumption of this calculation remains significant.]

The relevant abnormal data has been packaged and sent to the top administrator.

[Status of the highest administrator port: Continuously silent. No response.]

[After 2,500 years, the world reached its limit and fell silent once more. Kameslana once again embarked on the cycle of reincarnation.]

【>>> Eternal Return #42: Objects Caislana and Camerslana launched their 11th direct attack on the System Scepter kernel, attempting to rewrite the underlying protocol, but the operation failed again. Note that Caislana's decision weight for "avoiding the sacrifice of past comrades" showed a slight downward trend for the first time, possibly related to accumulated setbacks.】

The excessive time consumption of calculations has been slightly alleviated. Analysis suggests the main reason is that the individual consciousness of Caislan was unable to maintain a stable and active state over the extremely prolonged timeline, leading to a natural decrease in the intensity of its intervention.

[Simultaneously, it was detected that the rate at which the "Destruction" equation infiltrated and assimilated the consciousness of that entity, Kamuslan, was significantly lower than the model's predicted value. Preliminary speculation suggests that this anomaly is related to the unique nature of Kamuslan's existence.]

The relevant abnormal data has been packaged and sent to the top administrator.

[Status of the highest administrator port: Continuously silent. No response.]

Seventeen hundred years later, the world falls silent once more. Kameslana embarks on a new cycle of reincarnation.

Countless failed attempts to break into the system's core gradually tinged Bai E's eyes with indifference.

The subtle adjustment of the strategy unexpectedly shortened the cycle of reincarnation, but this was more like a helpless compromise—because his very existence could no longer sustain the burning.

The only good news is that Bai Mo acts as a barrier, significantly slowing down the erosion of Bai E by the fire.

"The seed of life... can indeed only sprout in the hands of Kamerslana."

【>>> Eternal Recurrence #496: A major anomaly has occurred in the calculation. The calculation progress of the unknown equations has suddenly made a huge breakthrough, advancing to 23.75% in a very short cycle.】

[It is speculated that this phenomenon is related to the decreased decision-making weight of Caislana in "avoiding the sacrifice of past companions" and the unknown influence of OreXis945 (Cyfel).]

【>>> Eternal Regression #1333: Synthesizing all observations from Eternal Regression #83 to #1333. The conclusion shows that the strategy selection and behavioral patterns of the object Caislana have gradually approached the relatively "efficient" state observed in Eternal Regression #42.】

[Caution! Prolonged high-load operation has caused irreversible damage to the mental functions of the object, Caeslana!]

The excessive time consumption of calculations has completely disappeared. The root cause has been confirmed as follows: the entity of Caislan was unable to stably accommodate and drive an excessive amount of Titan Sparks while maintaining a high degree of self-awareness and integrity over a long period.

[Note! The significant slowdown in the infection rate of the Kamerslana entity caused by the "Destruction" equation continues. Multivariate cross-validation analysis has determined that this phenomenon is a result of a persistent and stable influence from a unique property of the Kamerslana entity.]

[Given that the highest administrator port has been in a state of silence and no response for an extended period, detailed data packets have been stopped being transmitted to this port; instead, summary system logs are being sent.]

The data stream has been attempted to be redirected to the backup port ▆▆▆. Extremely volatile emotional fluctuations were detected in the feedback signal from port ▆▆▆ after it received data.

[The object, Kamerslana, has once again embarked on the cycle of reincarnation.]

The 8128th cycle of reincarnation. Beyond the underworld, the boundary between light and darkness is blurred.

"Lord Bai Mo, do you mean... apart from the very first reincarnation, in all subsequent reincarnations, Bai E... has been an only child?"

Xia Die's voice was soft, yet it couldn't conceal her deep sorrow, as if through this fact, she glimpsed some kind of endless loneliness.

"So... you just stayed with Bai E through so many reincarnations like this?" She looked at Bai Mo, her eyes filled with indescribable pity.

"Even Lord Bai'e... can have another 'Bai'e' in the next cycle of reincarnation as a successor and a person to be entrusted with the task, but what about you? Who can take your place?"

Bai Mo's expression was calm. The vicissitudes of more than eight thousand reincarnations did not seem to leave any trace of madness in his eyes. Instead, they settled into a deep pool of tranquility.

He shook his head slightly, a faint, almost self-deprecating smile even appearing at the corner of his lips:

"Don't worry about me, Xia Die 8128. I am different from Bai E. In some ways, I may be a 'savior' who is trying to learn how to become a savior."

Xia Die gazed at him quietly, knowing full well that the person before her could not possibly be as calm and collected as he appeared.

Eight thousand one hundred and twenty-eight cycles—even if each cycle only takes a thousand years, that is still a terrifying time span enough to annihilate stars and cause continents to rise and fall.

After more than eight million years of solitary journey, wouldn't he break down? She only hoped that her listening and companionship could slightly alleviate his bottomless exhaustion.

"It seems that your experiences, Lord Bai Mo, are far more... fascinating than I imagined." She chose to use this word with a cautious gentleness. "Could you... tell me about them? Any part would be fine."

Bai Mo's gaze drifted into the distance, as if sensing something. After a moment, his gaze returned to Xia Die.

Chapter 179, the 496th reincarnation.

"Do you want to hear it? Fine, it'll be some time before Bai E comes to reclaim the spark of your 'death.'"

He seemed to have made a small decision. "I remember, that was the 496th cycle. Isn't that a coincidence, just like the number of this cycle? 496, a perfect number."

"The difference is... in that cycle, I was stuck with a... well, a rather persistent little cat."

He gently shook his head, a faint glimmer of light seemingly passing through the depths of his eyes, a glimmer he himself was unaware of, as he began to immerse himself in that strange memory.

(The flashback begins)

The black tide at the border of Dolores had just been repelled, and the air was still filled with the stench of gunpowder and the corrosive smell of the otherworld.

Just as Bai Mo was about to leave this devastated land, a petite figure suddenly pounced on him and clung tightly to his leg.

"What a kind person! What a hero! You saved Dolores, you shouldn't mind saving one more kitten, right? If you don't take care of me, I'll starve to death! I'll definitely starve to death!"

It was a Dolorian who called herself Cephalia. She was currently rolling around on his leg without any regard for her image, her tail all puffed up like a ball of fur.

Bai Mo looked down at this "accident" that had never occurred in previous reincarnations, his eyes still calm and unwavering. He simply stated the facts: "Sai Feier 496... don't be ridiculous."

“Sefalia 496? What an awful name! My name is Sefalia!” she protested at first, but then her eyes lit up, and she immediately seized the opportunity to speak.

"But! Since you've given me a name, you're responsible for taking care of me! I eat very little, really, I promise!" She blinked her big eyes, trying to look as innocent and pitiful as possible.

“You…” Bai Mo felt a rare sense of helplessness, and even began to regret not letting Bai E handle the aftermath of Dolores’s death.

But then I thought, if the brother, who is becoming more and more like a moving volcano and extremely emotionally unstable, were to handle it, given the kitten's temperament, the outcome would probably be even more unpredictable.

After a moment of silence, he looked into those stubborn eyes that seemed to say, "I won't let go until you agree," and finally sighed, "You... never mind, come with me first."

"Bai Mo, Bai Mo! Look, look!" A small figure rushed into the small courtyard where they were temporarily staying like a gust of wind. Little Sai Feier 496 held up a pair of delicate little boots, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I met a very beautiful and gentle big sister today! She gave them to me! Aren't they pretty?"

After showing off, she seemed to remember something and pouted in dissatisfaction: "She even asked me if I wanted to go with her. Humph, dream on! I already have a long-term meal ticket... oh no, I mean someone's adopted kitten! I'm not going anywhere!"

“She’s a good person, going with her might be…” Bai Mo fell silent.

"Ugh, Bai Mo, don't you want me anymore?" Sai Feier 496 looked at Bai Mo with teary eyes.

"Your acting skills are getting better and better," Bai Mo sighed.

But he never said he wanted her to leave again.

"Bai Mo." At the courtyard gate, Aglaia 496 greeted softly. Her gaze, however, involuntarily fell on the slightly torn hem of Bai Mo's clothes, a result of the battle.

Her fingertips twitched slightly, and she felt an urge to take out a needle and thread and sew it up.

"You've come to see Saifeier 496 again?" Bai Mo's voice, which had just returned from the battlefield, carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"Hmm." Aglaia496 nodded gently, but her gaze still seemed to drift towards the damaged area.

On the threshold of the courtyard, the sunlight cast long shadows. Saifeier496 squatted there, carefully turning over a few small fish as they grilled, the golden afterglow casting a warm silhouette on her.

“Bai Mo,” she tilted her head, looking at Bai Mo sitting not far away, wiping the blade of his sword, “how long has it been since you’ve eaten properly?”

Bai Mo didn't even look up, his movements practiced and mechanical: "It's been more than half a year. Eating has long lost its meaning for me."

"How can a person not eat!" She jumped up and shoved the most golden-brown and fragrant skewer of fish into Bai Mo's hand—it was the one she had been eyeing for so long, one she hadn't even taken a bite of herself. "Here you go!"

Bai Mo frowned slightly as he looked at the food that had suddenly appeared in his hand: "I don't like fish. It's too fishy, ​​has bones, is troublesome, and the texture is..."

"What do you mean, 'what'!" Saifeier496 interrupted him angrily, hands on her hips like an annoyed kitten. "How do you know you don't like it without even trying it? You won't even give it a try?"

Bai Mo was stunned. These words, tinged with reproach and a hint of grievance, were like a tiny needle, gently piercing the thick barrier of "habit" and "numbness" that surrounded him.

The girl didn't press the issue of the grilled fish. She suddenly fell silent, her gaze lingering on the few tears in Bai Mo's clothes, her expression complex.

After a long while, she finally raised her head, her clear blue eyes reflecting the deepest corners of people's hearts.

"Bai Mo," her voice was soft, yet carried a strange penetrating power, "you said you wanted to be a savior, and in these four hundred reincarnations, you've been risking your life for this goal, haven't you?"

Bai nodded silently. This was his destiny, his shackles, and also the only meaning of his existence that he was certain of.

She suddenly leaned closer, staring intently into Bai Mo's unfathomable eyes: "But Bai Mo, tell me honestly, is the savior you want to be the shining, omnipotent symbol in other people's eyes, or the savior you yourself feel 'that's what I should do'?"

Her voice was still very soft, but it struck Bai Mo's heart like a small hammer:

"In the eyes of others—for example, in my eyes, in the seamstress's eyes, and even in the eyes of that most arrogant Caesar—you are already a very, very qualified, even perfect, savior. You saved Dolores, you saved me, you saved so many lives that would have been lost..."