CHAPTER 93 – The Truth of Her Transmigration
Violet threads, thick and alive, wrapped around Xiao Xi's body, pulling her deeper into the searing energy of the Core.
She gasped as memories—not her own, but the memories of the System and the timeline itself—surged around her:
—Distant authors writing new, flawed protagonists.
—Fictional worlds trembling violently when characters were rewritten or altered.
—Deleted timelines screaming out in digital pain as they were purged.
—Corrupted systems devouring themselves in endless loops of self-hatred.
—A vast, cosmic void searching desperately for a soul that could handle the raw, chaotic power.
—Choosing a soul who could handle emotion stronger than any code or logical script.
The System narrated softly, overlaying the memory surge with context:
[Host… when your original world ended, your soul, rich with empathy and narrative understanding, resonated with this dying timeline.]
[You were not pulled in by accident, nor were you an anomaly.]
[…You were summoned by a desperate, failing structure.]
Xiao Xi's eyes widened, the sheer magnitude of the truth nearly paralyzing her.
"Summoned… by who? By what ultimate force?"
The void answered with the collective, mournful truth of creation:
"By a world begging for survival.
A System seeking a cure for its own self-destruction."
She staggered, processing the reality that she was not a character, but the author's ultimate replacement.
"So I didn't replace anyone's role…?"
[No. You never replaced. You were the cure. The healing Root the corrupted world desperately lacked.]
Her throat tightened with understanding, a painful acceptance of her destiny.
"And the hacker, the original villain I defeated?"
The void pulsed with residual sorrow.
"A fallen Root.
Once chosen for his great understanding. But broken by grief and twisted by the power of deletion.
He became the poison he was meant to cure."
Fear prickled down her spine, the warning clear.
"So the Perfect Protagonist, the one who tried to delete me…"
"He was an unintended, desperate byproduct of your unstable rewrite—a cold stabilizer created by a System that did not yet know you were the true, intended Root. A temporary fix."
Xiao Xi closed her eyes in acceptance and pain.
"Then I caused him.
My own instability created my greatest enemy."
"Yes.
You are responsible for his creation."
She opened her eyes, the pain replaced by cold, absolute resolve.
"Then I'll fix it.
I'll fix all of it."
The void swelled with approval, recognizing the unwavering commitment of the Chaos Root.