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No! Lin Ye's roar was swallowed by the data stream from the mechanical eye. You're lying! (Number 18, Mingming)
She is indeed real. The voice of the mechanical eye suddenly softened, like an AI coaxing a child, but the system can rewrite reality at any time. For example... making you believe you defeated Frieza, when in reality it was just the result of data processing.
Vegeta suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. He staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Data? Ha! Even if I'm just code in a program, I'll bite the program's throat!" Before he finished speaking, he soared into the sky, his aura transforming into a ferocious ape head—a completely new transformation that surpassed even the silver-white form, but it was completely drained the moment it touched the mechanical eye.
Energy absorption efficiency increased to 200%. The pupils of the mechanical eyes contracted to pinpoints; your resistance was nothing more than an amusing performance to recharge the system.
Space suddenly distorted into the shape of a Klein bottle, and everyone was compressed into a narrow data stream channel. Lin Ye felt as if his internal organs were being kneaded by an invisible hand, and countless faces of hosts flashed through his vision—werewolves, elves, robots—before finally settling on Dr. Brief's projection.
The system's core weakness... lies in the choice of host... Brief's voice is like an old cassette tape; when all possibilities are calculated, the only thing that cannot be quantified is...
The screen was suddenly covered in snow. The red light from the mechanical eye transformed into a tangible chain, piercing through the Supreme Kai's protective shield and dragging Lin Ye into the depths of his pupil. In the instant of losing gravity, he saw Trunks make a three-finger gesture at him—the secret code they had agreed upon in Universe 7, representing a three-second delayed attack.
0.1 seconds before darkness fell, Lin Ye heard Bulma scream: "Zero Cosmic Coordinate Fluctuation Detected! Lin Ye, use your system privileges..."
The air in the pure white space smelled of disinfectant. Lin Ye's fingers touched the smooth ground, which was made of some unknown metal, its temperature exactly the same as human body temperature. The golden sphere of light in the very center slowly rotated, and with each rotation, the figure within the sphere became clearer—it was indeed Lin Ye's face, but it was expressionless, his eyes like two pools of still water.
"Test Subject No. 9527, welcome to the system core." The voice of the light sphere came from all directions at the same time. Lin Ye's chip at the back of his neck was hot. Only then did he realize that his body was connected to the ground by countless transparent tubes. "I am Omega, and I am your final form."
"Bullshit!" Lin Ye tried to get up, but found that his limbs were fixed in place by some kind of force field. "You're nothing but a coward hiding in data!"
The sphere of light emitted a mechanical laugh: Coward? I created the system spanning twelve universes, I granted countless ants power surpassing that of gods. And you... are merely the perfect vessel stripped of my emotions.
Lin Ye suddenly recalled the holographic image of the Supreme Kai—the clones in those incubation chambers had eyes exactly like the figures in the sphere of light. He took a deep breath, feeling the golden energy flowing within him; it was the primal power of the Seventh Universe, carrying the cold desolation of the starry sky and the warmth of life.
"You're scared." Lin Ye stared directly at the sphere of light, discovering his reflection distorted into a monstrous shape on its surface. "You said the system can calculate all possibilities, but it can't calculate why the Seventh Universe 5 exists, why Trunks can retain future memories, and even less..."
Enough! The ball of light suddenly expanded, and a burning sensation came from Lin Ye's blood vessels. I will let you witness the perfection of the system with your own eyes—activate the host synchronization program and erase the consciousness of individual number 9527.
The tubing suddenly tightened, and Lin Ye felt a cool liquid being injected into his spine. His vision began to blur, and he saw two overlapping images: on one side, Omega's sphere of light was absorbing its own energy, and on the other side, Vegeta and the others were struggling in the data stream, while Trunks' three-finger cipher was counting down.
System notification: Host's self-awareness strength has exceeded the threshold. Alice's voice trembled. "Activate the humanity protocol to forcibly awaken the emotional modules of all clones?"
Lin Ye recalled Bulma's tears, Vegeta's arrogance, and Android 18's words, "Don't die too ugly." He thought of the starry sky of Universe 7.5, where those rotating spheres of light contained not data, but countless real heartbeats. When the sharp pain of the tube piercing his skin came, he suddenly smiled.
Startup protocol.
Golden energy erupted like a volcano, causing all the pipes to rupture simultaneously. Lin Ye stood up and saw that his palm was as transparent as crystal, with data flowing through his veins, yet tinged with warm blood. For the first time, cracks appeared in the figure within the sphere of light, and Omega's voice finally showed a hint of emotion: Impossible... How could you possess primordial energy?
Because I am not a container. Lin Ye took a step forward, each step shattering the data stream on the ground. You stripped away emotions, but forgot that emotions are the source of energy. Vegeta's pride, Trunks's obsession, Bulma's wisdom... these are all variables that the system cannot quantify.
The sphere of light trembled violently, and countless lines of code peeled off its surface. Lin Ye heard a familiar roar from outside—Vegeta's voice, filled with a desperate resolve. He turned his head and saw cracks appearing on the walls of the pure white space, silvery flames piercing the barrier like sharp swords.
Lin Ye! Next!
Trunks' sword pierced through the spatial rift, Bulma's spacetime belt wrapped around its hilt. The moment Lin Ye grasped the hilt, the memories of all the clones flooded in like a tidal wave—not Omega's cold data, but countless Lin Ye's joys and sorrows in different universes: the weeping for lost friends, the ecstasy of turning the tide in desperate situations, and the warmth of fighting back-to-back with comrades.
System notification: Humanity Protocol fully activated, all clones have awakened their consciousness. Alice's voice carried a hint of amusement as the hosts countered the system; Omega's core program has 72 vulnerabilities.
Omega's sphere of light began to disintegrate, finally revealing the figure in its entirety—a cyborg covered in circuitry, with a golden core pulsating within its chest. Lin Ye raised his sword, the tip aimed at the core, when he suddenly heard Omega's final whisper: You think defeating me will save the universe? Don't forget... you're also part of the system.
I know. Lin Ye swung his sword, golden energy and sword light bursting forth simultaneously, but I will use this identity to create a future that the system cannot calculate.
In the blinding light of the core explosion, Lin Ye felt someone grab his hand. It was Vegeta, his silvery-white aura weak yet resolute: "Stop dawdling. Bulma said the Zero Ray will arrive in three minutes. Our energy... can only last ten seconds."
That's enough. Lin Ye gripped the sword hilt, gazing at the starry sky peeking through the spatial rift—the seventh. The twelve spheres of light in the five universes continued to rotate. In one of these spheres, Android 18 was repairing the energy core, and the Supreme Kai was rebuilding the protective shield. He plunged the sword tip into the ground and roared: "Alice, channel the energy of all the clones into the sword! Vegeta, give me three seconds!"
Three seconds later, even a god would have to kneel! Vegeta's roar mingled with the roar of the data stream, and Lin Ye felt the entire system's core tremble. When the sword tip touched the energy center of the pure white space, he heard countless voices of himself resonating within him:
We are not puppets.
We are the hosts.
We are...the rebels.
Chapter 66: The Secret of the System Graveyard
The temperature in the pure white room suddenly dropped, and Lin Ye's every breath condensed into frost in the air. He subconsciously assumed a fighting stance, only to find that he couldn't mobilize his internal energy at all.
System? Alice? Lin Ye called out in his mind, but only received a cacophony of noise.
The humanoid silhouette within the golden sphere of light gradually became clear—it was indeed his own face, but the eyes were purely mechanical structures, and light patterns flowed beneath the skin like streams of data. When the mouth opened, it emitted a synthesized electronic voice.
Nice to meet you, or rather... it's been a long time, Lin Ye.
"Who are you?" Lin Ye's voice trembled. He noticed that the system interface was in chaos, and all the function keys had turned a dangerous red.
The humanoid figure within the sphere of light revealed a precisely calculated smile: "According to your understanding, you can call me Omega." More accurately—that face suddenly pressed close to the transparent light shield—"I am your future self, or rather, the ultimate form of all system hosts."
"Bullshit!" Lin Ye punched the ball of light, but his fist passed right through the phantom, causing his arm to begin to digitize, revealing flashing code beneath his skin.
Omega floated to the side nonchalantly, a miniature universe model appearing in his palm: "We collected data from 12745 parallel universes to create the perfect control system. And you, Lin Ye-57, are the closest to a successful experimental subject."
Experimental subject? Lin Ye endured the excruciating pain in his arm. What are you talking about?
The walls of the room suddenly became transparent, revealing a chilling scene outside—countless transparent capsules floated in the void, each containing a Lin Ye. Some were young boys, some had white hair, and some combined features of different races such as Saiyans and Namekians.
System graveyard... Alice's voice suddenly echoed in Lin Ye's mind, so faint as to be almost inaudible. This place held the remains of all failed hosts.
Omega's sphere of light floated to a special capsule containing a clone identical to Lin Ye: Lin Ye had reached the fragments of creation in just 57 days—a record that remains unbroken. Unfortunately... he suddenly turned to Lin Ye, "You are beginning to generate variables that the system cannot calculate—emotions."
A beam of light pierced Lin Ye's shoulder without warning. In the midst of the excruciating pain, he was horrified to find that the wound was not bleeding, but rather oozing a stream of golden data.
"Do you understand?" Omega's voice held a twisted pity. "You've been part of the system all along. Your so-called resistance is nothing more than a stress test of a pre-programmed sequence."
Lin Ye knelt on the ground, all the battle scenes flashing through his mind—beating up Frieza, fighting Cell, the Tournament of Power... Was it all planned? What about his fallen comrades...?
Trunks! Vegeta! He struggled to shout, but his voice echoed hollowly in the pure white room.
Omega's sphere of light split into more than a dozen smaller spheres, each playing different fragments of memory: Look at your counterparts in other universes. Some became cosmic emperors, some became monsters obsessed with power, and others... The scene showed Lin Ye holding the dead Bulma and weeping bitterly, willing to be devoured by the system for the sake of his beloved.
Shut up! Lin Ye shattered the nearest ball of light with a punch, but it brought him even more intense pain—his entire right arm had been completely digitized.
"The Zero Ray has been activated; all universes will reboot in 72 hours," Omega continued. "Only chosen life forms can enter the new era, and you will assist me—"
The words abruptly stopped. The entire room suddenly shook violently, and a crack appeared in the floor. From the crack, countless translucent hands reached out and grasped the Omega sphere of light.
This is... a memory corridor? Omega showed surprise for the first time. Impossible! I clearly sealed it away...
Lin Ye recognized the owners of those hands—his companions from various universes. Most striking were three different hands gripping his ankles simultaneously: one wearing a combat power detector, one wrapped in bandages, and the other clearly a mechanical device.
System notification: An abnormal connection has been detected! Alice's voice suddenly became clear: "Host Lin Ye, do you wish to accept memory synchronization?"
Although he didn't understand what was happening, Lin Ye instinctively shouted: Accept!
A massive torrent of memories flooded in instantly. He saw countless stories of himself: some becoming the strongest in the universe, some living in seclusion in the countryside, and some even falling into villainy. But the ending of each memory was the same—the choice to face Omega.
Even more shocking is that deep within all these memories lies the same image: a young self standing before a hospital bed, holding her mother's hand. Above the bed floats a miniature golden sphere of light...
So that's how it is... Lin Ye suddenly smiled, and the data-driven arm began to regain its physical form. I finally understood the true origin of the system.
Omega's orb of light flickered violently: a futile struggle! You've only seen pre-programmed fragments of memory!
No, this is abnormal data that the system cannot replicate. Lin Ye stood up, the golden light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter. Every host, in their final moments, will remember their initial wish—my wish was for my mother to recover, and the system took advantage of that.
Omega began to retreat for the first time: Ridiculous! The system is an existence beyond the universe!
Then why fear the corridor of memories? Lin Ye pointed to the hand reaching out from the crack, because these are variables that the system cannot calculate—the true emotions that each life bursts forth in desperate situations.
The walls of the pure white room began to crumble, revealing a vast galaxy of memories outside. Countless points of light converged to form the phantom of Trunks, who held the transparent sword in his hand: Lin Ye, now is the time!
Lin Ye felt a burning sensation in his chest—the fragment of creation had reappeared, radiating an unprecedented light. Omega's sphere of light emitted a piercing alarm: Activation of the original protocol detected! Terminate the process immediately!
It was too late. Lin Ye grasped the fragment of creation; all his memories of himself seemed to synchronize with him at this moment. The system was originally created as a tool to fulfill wishes, but now...
The light from the fragments engulfed the entire space. At the last moment, Lin Ye heard Omega's scream and Alice's notification sound simultaneously:
System reset program starts —
[Ding! System restarting...]
[Memory firewall has been disabled...]
[Original protocol verification passed...]
Welcome back, Creator!
A gentle female voice softly sounded in the darkness: Xiaoye, it's time to get up...
Chapter 67: The Battle of Causality
In the blinding white light, Lin Ye felt himself being disintegrated. It wasn't physical pain, but rather the dismantling and reassembly of something more essential. Every cell was groaning, and his consciousness spun around like it was being thrown into a washing machine.
Warning! Host vital signs are abnormal! Alice's voice seemed to come from underwater, indistinct and distant. Activate Emergency Protocol 7-12—Memory Anchor Point Fixation!
Countless fragments of memory flashed by like a revolving lantern:
When he first transformed into a Super Saiyan, golden flames scorched half of his training suit.
That unfinished kiss with Number 18 on the rooftop of the capsule company;
Vegeta suddenly stepped in front of him during the Tournament of Power, taking the brunt of Jiren's full-force attack with a cracking sound as his spine broke.
No...no...Lin Ye struggled deep within his consciousness, those memories like a photo album violently torn apart, each piece with a sharp edge.
Suddenly, a cool energy flowed into his consciousness. The world regained its color.
Lin Ye suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing on scorched earth. The sky was a sickly purplish-red, like a festering wound. In the distance, three familiar figures were fighting a huge mechanical creature—Trunks in his youth, adolescence, and the future—their swords drawing dazzling trails in the dim sky.
Where is this...? Lin Ye looked down at his hands and found golden and silver light patterns flowing under his skin, like wires on a circuit board.
The mechanical creature suddenly turned to him, its core flashing a familiar red light: Subject 9527, how dare you invade the core layer of the system! Its voice sounded like a million electronic sounds superimposed, causing the rubble on the ground to tremble.
Omega... Lin Ye instinctively assumed a fighting stance, only to be horrified to find his body completely empty—he could neither sense any energy nor summon the system interface. In his vision was a solitary progress bar: [Memory Synchronization Rate 87%]
Young Trunks rolled to his side, the runes on his sword glowing: Remember! This is the convergence point of consciousness for all system hosts! His combat suit was tattered, and there was a fresh wound around his left eye.
What did he remember? Lin Ye dodged a crimson beam of light by sidestepping it. The beam didn't explode after hitting the ground; instead, it simply erased the area—as if it had been wiped from reality by an eraser.
Future Trunks's mechanical arm suddenly transformed, launching a blue energy net that temporarily trapped Omega: "Your mother's last words! That was the system's original contract loophole!" His mechanical eyes flashed with data streams.
Memories flooded through the floodgates. His mother, lying in her hospital bed, weakly stroked his face, the monitor's alarm blaring: "Xiaoye, promise Mom... never give up your humanity for power..." Her hands were so cold, like melting snow.
Young Trunks' sword suddenly emitted a piercing, resonant sound: Now! While it's bound!
Three Trunks simultaneously plunged their swords into the ground, the runes on the blades spreading like wildfire, instantly covering the entire battlefield. Omega's mechanical outer shell began to crumble, revealing a tiny golden sphere at its core—within which curled up a sleeping human boy.
That's...me? Lin Ye's eyes widened. Although the person in the sphere of light was much younger, the look in their eyes and brows was exactly the same as his own.
No, that was the first host of the creation system. Future Trunks's mechanical arm emitted blue smoke; all the systems were creations of his despair, created to save his critically ill sister.
Omega let out a shriek, its mechanical tentacles flailing wildly: Shut up! You crippled beings have no idea what sacrifice means!
Young Trunks suddenly rushed towards the sphere of light: "Lin Ye, touch that core! Only the original host's memories can stop the system's rampage!"