Suddenly, the shaking stopped.

Only the red light and harsh alarm sounds that still did not disappear echoed in the open room, and the liquid that was pitch black like tar on the ground also stopped flowing.

【00:05】

Wen Chen seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly changed: "No!!"

Mo Yi looked at the picture in front of him through the camera, his eyes passed through the cracks on the wall, and his heart slowly sank.

After the bound code was reduced by the military without any prospective burden, the machine obviously evolved at an uncontrollable speed. It had mastered the method of using tiny electromagnetics free in the air to control the human body. The big reason why this laboratory was able to trap it was because of the shielding performance brought by its specially made alloy walls - but this violent oscillation obviously damaged the walls.

Wen Chen seemed to realize something, and his cold eyebrows were stained with a terrifying anger. He stared into the void, as if he was talking to an invisible person:

"If you dare to touch him..."

【00:02】

His fingers left deep finger marks on the dark surface of the machine. The next second, panic stained Wen Chen's face, and a sizzling electric current sounded-

The on-screen countdown is reset to zero.

【00:00】

The thick gum-like mucus gummies like tar poured out of the machine, flooding the entire huge laboratory in seconds. The camera screen and the wall made a crackling sound, and everything was swallowed up by the deep and rich darkness.

The video is over.

The fragments suspended above Mo Yi's palm slowly lost their luster and color. The hard surface covered by the dim mist began to break into fine powder, falling from his fingers, melting into the dark space around him. Countless pale gaps tear the darkness beside him into the thin holes. The world he was in began to fall apart, and dust like starlight fell from his side.

The stars fall, the heaven and earth are inverted.

Mo Yi felt as if he was falling, being pulled into the silent and dead abyss by the weight of his body. The dizziness of the dizziness hit his nerves. He reached out to try to catch something, but the endless void passed through his fingers.

A real object suddenly touched under the palm of his hand.

Mo Yi struggled to pull it tightly, pulling his body that was sinking deep into the depths-!

He blinked his eyes in chaos, accustomed to the dark retina being stinged by pale light. The next second, the perception and senses of the body began to return slowly. He sensed that his ribs were gently wrapped around, and then gently and cautiously wrapped into a cold embrace.

Wen Chen's gray eyes looked down at him.

Not far behind him, a huge white sphere was floating in the air, quietly floating in the pale and colorless space. Its edge was a little gray than when Mo Yi saw it last time, as if some dark black substance was slowly and silently invading and corroding it.

It took Mo Yi a long time to find his voice:

“…So, what happened afterwards?”

His voice was hoarse and faint, like scorching dust mixed with molten iron pouring down his throat.

Wen Chen reached out his hand and gently touched Mo Yi's cheek. His cold fingertips were about to break out, leaving only a little melting temperature like snowflakes:

"I stopped it from breaking away from the already set program, but... I didn't have time to stop it from pulling you into its system."

Mo Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and a clear and vivid picture appeared in his mind. A black liquid suddenly began to condense in the dry air. A sticky gum liquid began to flow down slowly on the steel walls that were equipped with soft cushion to prevent self-harm. It gathered on the ground into a black stream that winded like a snake, flowing towards his feet like life, swallowing the entire floor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The endless pulling force grabbed his ankles, as if countless cold and sticky hands were surrounding his body and pulling him into the dark abyss.

The light, sound, and air were squeezed out of his throat, leaving only a heavy sense of suffocation falling into his body along his esophagus.

The vision, hearing, touch, and five senses were cruelly deprived. The only thing that could be heard before the consciousness disappeared was the shrill screams of the guards in the distance.

The dark and cold sea surface frozen his screams, and he went deeper alone and helplessly...

Such a picture entangled him like a bone-covered charcoal - but for a long time, he only thought it was a strange nightmare.

Wen Chen's voice penetrated the thick ice layer on the sea surface, pulling back Mo Yi's mind:

“…After the time-space jump, all the energy it had accumulated before was consumed, so to prevent the worst situation from happening, it needs a backup plan, or... an accomplice.”

Mo Yi blinked and his eyes slowly focused. He stared at Wen Chen's jawline, his voice hoarse:

“It knows how to manipulate you.”

Wen Chen nodded slightly, half of pain and half of fear almost squeezed out from the cracks of his teeth:

"...Because you were pulled into the system by it at the last moment, and together with it, have the same quality in the high-dimensional space, and also exceed the causal chain, so even if time goes back, you will not appear again, but will exist as part of it, so... I reached a deal with it."

Mo Yi's hands and feet were cold, as if all the blood in his body was pulled from his limbs.

Wen Chen continued: "It recasts your body with the energy it gets in the new timeline, and I will be a part of it in place of you, remove memories, and help it hunt and grow during its weak period."

So this is why his physical condition has been very poor since he has a clear memory, and he cannot improve even under professional guidance - because this is not his body, so naturally there is no possibility of improvement through acquired improvement. Wen Chen's blood can connect with him, and even replenish the energy he lost because... he was born and in the game.

Thoughts quickly passed through my mind, like lightning shattering the night sky, pale light tore through the dark curtain, and many broken threads seemed to be connected into a complete vein in an instant. Mo Yi seemed to have figured out something, and he asked slowly when he heard his voice:

"So I am the only one who wakes up at the same location no matter where you enter the game, right?"

Everyone has a spiritual body that is pulled into the game world, but Mo Yi is different. His body originated from the game, so he is the whole person being pulled into it.

Wen Chen nodded.

"Jiang Yuanrou did not answer directly after I said this information. In fact, the game stopped her and prevented her from revealing the information to me, right?" Mo Yi did not give Wen Chen the time to answer, but continued on her own: "It was from this direction that she suspected the abandoned project she had taken over, and thus accidentally touched the most core secret of the game."

Mo Yi recalled the vague "Only You" in the video disk that he had repaired, and couldn't help but breathe slightly, feeling goose bumps on his body.

If he doubted nothing wrong...then it would be a huge game from the beginning of his entry into the game.

Wen Chen lowered his eyelashes slightly and said, "Yes, not."

Mo Yi then realized that he had accidentally murmured what he was thinking. Wen Chen continued: "After the time and space jump, the existence of the game body lacks enough causal law, so it must be created again, otherwise it will be rejected by the real world forever, and - let's call it fate - is also pulling the timeline back to its original vein with an irresistible inertia, that is, on August 14, it was born in an underground laboratory."

Wen Chen leaned forward, his forehead gently pressed against Mo Yi's, and his voice was soft:

"Now time has basically returned to its original track, the person who should have been sleeping has been replaced and the person who will die has been taken away."

Mo Yi suddenly felt an unknown premonition in his heart. He reached out and grabbed Wen Chen's wrist and opened his mouth, but the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Wen Chen leaned forward and slowly grabbed Mo Yi's spine. His chin was placed on Mo Yi's shoulder, and his voice brought a long-lost ease:

"Tell you something interesting..."

Mo Yi slowly raised his arm and hugged him, his voice slightly hoarse: "What?"

"When my memory slowly recovers as time goes by with you, I was somewhat surprised to find that my fate with this machine is really tied very closely together - my last name comes from it, - it should have been used to listen, but it has been abused for massacre."

Found that Mo Yi hadn't answered for a long time, Wen Chen continued: "However, since it was created and completed by you to some extent, I am happy to carry the name it should have."

Mo Yi seemed to notice something, and his fingers clasped on Wen Chen's spine tightened slightly, and a few twists were twisted into his voice:

"What do you want to do?"

Wen Chen sighed, buried his head and gently kissed his neck, his voice soft and sad: "...I'm sorry."

This is his second apology.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up."

Wen Chen let him go and slowly took a few steps back. His slender and straight body was wrapped with wisps of mist. His light-colored eyes reflected the white core floating in the air. One corner of it had been dyed black. He turned his head and stared at Mo Yi:

"It is recovering - absorbing the energy that should belong to it at a very fast speed. It will evolve with a more terrifying element than before. If it is not stopped now, there will be no chance after that."

Mo Yi's voice was already a little hoarse: "There will be one, I can stop it once, I can stop it the second time..."

Wen Chen looked at him gently, and his light gray eyes seemed to contain the sadness of the whole world.

Mo Yi put his arm behind him.

But it's useless.

The flowing silk belt slowly floated into the air with the mist floating in the air, winding like life. On the silk belt, blood-colored silk threads like life threads penetrated the black background, and light blue characters were faintly flashing on it - the last piece of the puzzle pieced it into a complete pattern.

Mo Yi found that he could not move, and even with all his strength, he could only stay stiffly in place. He gritted his teeth and felt as if there was a cotton stuffed in his throat, making him unable to speak, breathe, or even think - he knew what this was.

That's the code.

At the beginning, the worm virus buried deep in the game was manually activated and could destroy the core of the entire game - together with Wen Chen, who was assimilated by the game.

Wen Chen approached, his cold lips were printed on Mo Yi's lips, and the salty and moist smell spread on the tip of his tongue.

The smell of tears.

...The fog cannot cry.

Then, perhaps it was just the fog that met the condensed water droplets attached to his cheeks.

Mo Yi felt that his heart seemed to curl up into a pitch-black dot, and sharp pain spread between his internal organs. Even if he was good at forbearing, he couldn't help but breathe heavily. The suffocation like a vast ocean drowned him. He heard the familiar voice sound in his ears, with a tenderness that was almost forbearing:

"I don't care if I can have a place in your epitaph...I just want you to live."

As long as you are alive, it's enough.
Chapter completed!