CHAPTER 94 – Ling and Shen Fight a Dying World
Meanwhile, outside the Chaos Core—
Ling Qiuyue, her former healing wings cracked and her energy dangerously low, dragged Shen Yichen through the collapsing streets of the fracturing world.
The rewritten world was coming undone at the seams:
Buildings half-disappeared into digital dust, the foundational code failing.
Time loops froze ordinary people mid-stride, locking them in permanent paralysis.
Colors bled out of the sky, leaving everything monochrome and sickly.
Voices overlapped in frantic, confused echoes of deleted memories.
Shadowy deleted entities, attracted by the raw chaos, crawled out of every patch of darkness.
Shen coughed blood onto the pixelated pavement, his golden aura nearly extinguished.
"Qiuyue—leave me.
My stability is gone.
You can move faster alone, please save yourself—"
She stopped abruptly, her face etched with fierce determination.
"No, Yichen. If you go, I go with you.
I refuse to be alone again!"
Shen stared at her, seeing the raw, unscripted emotion she refused to hide.
Her wings were cracked.
Her glow flickered.
Her eyes trembled with the profound fear of loss she refused to admit.
"Yichen…" Her voice choked, breaking her composure.
"Don't make me lose you too.
Not after we finally chose each other."
He swallowed hard, guilt burning through his exhaustion.
He was the failure, the original protagonist who couldn't even save himself.
"Qiuyue, this world is fundamentally collapsing.
Even if we run—where do we go? There's nothing left to anchor to."
She held his hand tightly, her grip a painful anchor.
"Anywhere.
As long as it's together.
We make our own stability, Yichen."
Shen's heart clenched, the sheer tenacity of her unscripted love reigniting a flicker of his own power.
He pulled her into his arms as a shower of digital debris fell around them.
"Then we survive together, Ling Qiuyue.
We write our next line together."
But in the distance—
the Root Protagonist walked calmly through the escalating chaos.
He was untouched, his form perfectly solid, the epitome of the stable algorithm.
Watching everything crumble.
Smiling faintly at the inevitable correction.
"Perfection requires sacrifice," he murmured to the silent, fractured world.
"And imperfection must always be erased."
He looked up, directly at the unseen, violent entrance to the Chaos Core.
"Come back soon, Xiao Xi.
You cannot run from me forever.
I am your logical conclusion."