Chapter 3: "The Choice"

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A vast emptiness.

Is this a dream after death?

“Lost soul, your time is limited.”

A distant, ethereal voice suddenly echoed in her mind, carrying an undeniable authority.

Cang Xingyu struggled to open her eyes wider, trying to see the owner of the voice, but could only vaguely make out a tall figure wearing a black mask.

The mask twisted into an eternal smile, emanating a chilling cold light.

Thick mist swirled around the figure, each wisp of fog seeming alive as it twisted and danced, forming eerie, writhing symbols.

Suddenly, Cang Xingyu felt a wave of terror. She lowered her head and saw her real body slowly disintegrating.

Her skin turned paler and paler, cold and hard like marble.

Her fingers gradually melted, turning into a white viscous liquid that dripped onto the invisible ground beneath her feet, slowly seeping into piles of stones.

“Choose.”

The figure spoke again, its voice like an ancient whisper.

“Submit, or perish.”

Cang Xingyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. To her horror, she realized her consciousness was beginning to fragment.

In despair, she summoned all her strength and shouted the word: “Submit!”

The next moment, endless white engulfed her.

Deep within her consciousness, an indescribable mark was branded. Like a silver-white seed, it took root in her soul, radiating a mysterious and ominous aura.

Amid the boundless sea of white mist, someone draped a veil over her.

The veil was as thin as light fog, transparent and ethereal, like a fleeting, intangible dream. Her companions were silent and indistinct.

“Core code intrusion detected, fusion process interrupted!”

“Anomalous ability activated, recalibrating...”

“Capability matrix locked, ‘Information Reading’ activated.”

“6Z2e5q2j5b2T inherited: 6IKi5L2T5b2i5Y+Y”

“The path has opened. Current stage: 1 · Simulated Awakening.”

Her scattered gaze refocused, her once-dim pupils steadily contracted, and her vision sharpened remarkably.

Silver-white liquid scattered on the ground seeped backward from the rubble and fabric, writhing as if alive, converging toward her.

They gradually lost their original luster, turning into bright red blood, flowing counterintuitively back into her fractured wounds.

Her skin rapidly self-repaired; dried blood vessels refilled, shattered muscles reformed, nerves swiftly reconnected.

She “reversed” at an astonishing speed into a flawless living body, as if the previous grievous wounds were but an illusion.

“What... is happening?” Cang Xingyu murmured in disbelief.

The chest that had been pierced moments ago no longer ached, leaving only a massive tear in her clothing, a stark reminder that this was no dream.

On the surface, her skin still appeared human, but when she gently touched her fingers, a strange sensation came through.

They felt cold and hard, as if beneath the flesh, something had quietly transformed.

She flexed her fingers experimentally; their dexterity and strength had greatly improved.

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