HCB Chapter 529 My bottom line is only her!
Chapter 529 My bottom line is only her!
The second window for the mother did not appear.
Zhang Yan waited in the outer orbit for nineteen hours. The collapse speed of the four nodes was 14% slower than predicted. The outer shell of the mother body was contracting, and the energy frequency became dense and chaotic, like an injured thing licking its wounds.
In the twenty-third hour, the mother's energy waveform changed.
It wasn't an angry waveform, but a frequency band Zhang Yan had never seen before—low frequency, extremely slow, with regular pulsations. The Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart automatically jumped out of the label, meme broadcast, target, Heavenly Craftsmanship Final Cockpit.
Zhang Yan activated the shield.
Half a step too late.
The meme signal didn't come from the outside; it seeped out from the debris of the four collapsed nodes. When it penetrated, the passage was bidirectional.
The field of vision disappeared.
The tactile sensation of the training chair has disappeared.
The mecha's hum disappeared.
Communication with the stars was cut off.
Qin Xiao's data stream was interrupted.
Zhang Yan was standing in a room.
He recognized the room.
In the living room of Jinghai Villa, there was a sofa, a coffee table, and a moon-shadow bonsai plant outside the balcony, its silvery-gray leaves swaying gently in the wind.
"You're back."
The voice came from behind.
Zhang Yan did not turn his head.
"You've been standing here for a long time, the water's gotten cold, let me refill it for you."
The sound of slippers scraping the floor came from behind and walked towards the bar. One hand picked up a glass, and the other pressed the water dispenser's dispensing button.
Zhang Yan looked at that hand.
Her nails were neatly manicured, she wore a silver-gray ring on her ring finger, and had a beauty mark near the corner of her right eye.
Nie Qingcheng handed him the water and smiled.
Zhang Yan did not answer.
"You're laughing," he said.
"Um?"
You smiled at me.
Nie Qingcheng tilted her head, holding her water glass to her chest. "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yan stared at that face for three seconds.
The location of the beauty mark under the eye is correct, the curve of the eyebrow is correct, the line of the corner of the mouth is correct, and even the small, barely noticeable mole behind the left ear is correct.
But she was smiling, a gentle smile, a smile welcoming her husband home.
"You've miscalculated something," Zhang Yan said.
The Nie Qingcheng that appeared before him maintained her smile.
Zhang Yan raised his hand and knocked over the glass of water.
"She never fakes a smile at me."
The water glass shattered on the floor, water splashing onto the slippers. The smile on his face gradually cracked, like a mask that couldn't be stuck on.
"She would either order me to go to sleep, or put her feet on my lap and make me rub them."
Zhang Yan's voice was flat. "She won't stand behind the bar to pour me water; she'll sit on the sofa and call me over."
The illusion shattered.
The living room disappeared, the walls disappeared, and the Moon Shadow Bonsai disappeared.
Zhang Yan stood in a gray-white space, surrounded by countless gray-white consciousnesses, and countless gazes fell on him at the same time.
The voice of the mother body pressed in from all directions; it was not human language, but information pressure that directly affected the level of consciousness.
"Hand over the key."
Zhang Yan did not respond.
The edges of the interface of consciousness began to be gnawed away, and memetic tentacles wrapped around the energy circuits of the Heart of Heaven's Craftsmanship. It was not an attack, but assimilation.
One, two, seven, a dozen—grayish-white threads pierced in from all directions, attempting to take control of the loop.
Zhang Yan's heart rate dropped to 52, and his fingers twitched on the armrest of the training chair.
That was the physical body reacting; at the level of consciousness, he was being surrounded.
The meme tentacles found the entrance to the core area of the Heart of the Creator and began to crawl inside.
Zhang Yan did not move.
He is waiting.
The moment the first tentacle touched the edge of the core area, Zhang Yan retrieved the last three lines of code from the ultimate formula for deconstructing consciousness.
It's not used for nodes.
It is used at the entire level of consciousness.
"You touched something you shouldn't have."
The ultimate formula unfolds.
It's not a single point, but a surface.
Zhang Yan spread out the entire surface of consciousness with a synchronization rate of 3.2%, and the ultimate formula was released simultaneously from every pixel of the surface, spreading outward.
The gray-white space of consciousness was illuminated at this moment.
The meme tentacles entangled in the energy loop shatter first, followed by the outer consciousness body, peeling away layer by layer like peeling an onion. With each layer peeled away, the mother body's cry rises a notch higher.
The coordinates of the fifth node are now lit up.
Without hesitation, Zhang Yan cut into the line of consciousness.
It was much easier than the previous four. The inner wall of the node was thinned by more than half by the diffusion wave of the ultimate formula, and Zhang Yan's consciousness line passed through it as soon as it was pierced.
The fifth node began to collapse.
The sixth location is at the very depths. The mother body reacted and began to shrink the remaining three nodes toward the core.
Zhang Yan pressed his consciousness line to an extremely fine line, following the coordinates of the sixth node. The pressure deep within him rose rapidly, and the information density had reached a point where the edges of his consciousness felt uneasy.
He went inside.
The core structure of the sixth node was three times more complex than the previous five. It took Zhang Yan 1.2 seconds to find the weak point, and the ultimate formula unfolded at the weak point.
collapse.
Six now.
Only one left.
The mother body emitted a sound, no longer a hiss, but more like a wail.
The last node was at an extremely deep depth. When Zhang Yan's consciousness probed there, the contact surface had already begun to lose focus. It wasn't that it was being attacked, but that its own synchronization rate was declining.
The figure is dropping from 3.2%, to 3.18%, 3.15%, 3.12%...
The price has come.
The edges of consciousness began to blur, and some things were disappearing.
It's not important things, but small fragments, like a parameter from the mech's self-check before departure this morning, or a sentence spoken while observing the stars during training.
It doesn't matter.
Zhang Yan focused the last bit of precision on the tip of the consciousness line and charged towards the coordinates of the seventh node.
He located the core structure in 0.4 seconds.
The final version of the ultimate formula is unfolded.
All seven nodes collapsed.
At this moment, the mother's consciousness space began to disintegrate from the inside. Zhang Yan pulled his consciousness outward, pulling it halfway out, and the mother did one last thing.
It ignited its own sea of consciousness.
It's not about attacking in one direction, but about releasing all remaining consciousness energy simultaneously in all directions, bombarding indiscriminately.
The impact struck Zhang Yan's consciousness line directly, before he could withdraw.
He felt something enormous being torn from his mind—not just a day's worth of memories, not just four hours' worth, but the whole thing.
It's a very large area.
And then nothing was left.