[Warning! Warning!]
[Data Overflow Detected.]
[Reincarnator 1307, Shen Qingqiu, has severely disrupted the dimensional balance.]
[Initiating Ultimate Elimination Procedure: Mirror Elimination.]
...The moonlight on the Prometheus suddenly shattered like a broken mirror, cracking into countless dark fissures.
It didn't return to the familiar Main God Square.
Shen Qingqiu and Seventeen felt their feet sink into the void; the surrounding sea breeze, the fishy smell, and the ship's vibrations vanished instantly.
In their place was an endless, pure white void.
There was no sky, no earth, only maddening white. It was as if the entire world had been thrown into bleach, washing away all color and vitality.
"The Main God is panicking."
Shen Qingqiu steadied herself, standing in the void. Her purple gothic dress stood out starkly against the ghastly white.
She gently fanned herself with her folding fan, a cold smile playing on her lips.
"The younger one gets beaten, then the older one comes. This tactic has remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years."
"Watch out." Seventeen stepped in front of her.
His purple eyes, inlaid with [Abyss Soul Crystal], were now fixed intently on the void ahead.
His black-gold star-shaped right arm was emitting a low hum, a warning of encountering a formidable foe.
Hum— The white light ahead distorted, slowly coalescing into two figures.
When Shen Qingqiu saw their faces clearly, her pupils contracted slightly.
It was…themselves.
An identical Shen Qingqiu, wearing the identical red dress (the one she wore in the previous dungeon), a perfect yet cold smile on her face.
An identical Seventeen, wearing the same black trench coat, the blade in his hand gleaming coldly like snow.
They were like figures who had stepped out of a mirror, yet even more "perfect" than their original selves.
No scars, no dust, even the frequency of their breathing was precise to the millisecond.
[Mirror Image: Shen Qingqiu (Copy)]
[Mirror Image: Seventeen (Copy)]
[Setting: A perfect killing machine stripped of its "emotional module."]
"Disgusting." Shen Qingqiu looked at that "self," a flicker of disgust in her eyes.
"It's like seeing an inflatable doll with my face painted on it."
The "Shen Qingqiu" opposite her spoke, her voice identical to hers, yet cold and synthesized like an electronic voice:
"Emotions are a burden. Fear is a bug. We will fix you."
"Fix?" Seventeen sneered.
His aura suddenly erupted, black-gold nano-armor covering his entire body, [Red Hare] form instantly activated.
"Fake."
He only uttered two words.
Boom!
The two black figures moved simultaneously.
Like two meteors colliding in a vacuum.
The real Seventeen versus the fake Seventeen.
The real Shen Qingqiu versus the fake Shen Qingqiu. This was an extremely bizarre battle.
Their opponents possessed the exact same data, the same skills, and even the same thought process.
Seventeen swung a sword, and the opponent parried with the same move.
Shen Qingqiu threw a talisman, which the opponent instantly analyzed and countered.
"Useless." The fake Shen Qingqiu hovered in the air, the data stream in his hand transforming into countless chains.
"Our computing power is directly empowered by the Main God, with unlimited energy and unlimited stamina. But you… you get tired, you feel pain, you get distracted because you care about each other."
Indeed.
Throughout the battle, Seventeen consistently maintained a sliver of attention on Shen Qingqiu's side.
But the fake Seventeen didn't care about the fake Shen Qingqiu's life or death; he was merely a pure killing machine, every move deadly, a fight of life for life.
"Pfft—" A spear formed from condensed data pierced Seventeen's left shoulder.
Blue coolant splattered.
"Seventeen!" Shen Qingqiu's heart tightened, her movements slowing by a fraction of a second.
The fake Shen Qingqiu seized the opportunity, a mental shock slamming into her consciousness.
"Ugh..." Shen Qingqiu groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"See, this is your weakness." The fake Seventeen expressionlessly drew her spear, thrusting it towards Seventeen's heart again.
"You hesitated for 0.03 seconds to protect her. That's why you're doomed." Seventeen clutched her wound, kneeling in mid-air.
He looked at the high-ranking imposter.
The imposter was truly perfect, as perfect as a god.
But...
"You're wrong." Seventeen slowly raised his head.
His purple eyes, instead of dimming due to his injury, burned with a mad flame called **obsession**.
"The reason I'm strong,"
"is not because I'm a perfect machine,"
"but because..." He turned back, glancing at the woman who, despite her injury, was still drawing talismans for him.
"I have an owner."
[Core Command: Overclocking Overload.]
[Restriction Released: Devour Mode.]
Seventeen didn't dodge the second thrust from the fake Seventeen.
Instead, he opened his arms and actively met it.
Thud!
The spear pierced his chest, only one centimeter from the core.
"Are you crazy?" For the first time, a pause, a kind of "logical error," appeared on the fake Seventeen's expressionless face.
"Got you." A cruel and ferocious smile curled at the corner of Seventeen's mouth.
He suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly hugged the imitation.
As if embracing his own shadow.
The black-gold star-shaped right arm suddenly split open, transforming into countless sharp, blood vessel-like data probes, piercing fiercely into the fake Seventeen's body.
[Skill Activated: Gluttonous Feast.]
"Since you are my copy, since you are the data of the Supreme God..."
Seventeen's voice, like a demon's whisper, exploded in their data connection.
"Then...become my nourishment."
"No—!!!" The fake Seventeen let out a shrill electronic scream.
He tried to struggle, tried to self-destruct.
But to his horror, he discovered that the energy, code, and even the permissions granted by the God of War within him were frantically flowing into the body of the "defective product" through those probes.
The real Seventeen was devouring the fake Seventeen.
This wasn't the consumption of matter, but the obliteration and fusion of concepts.
The more perfect the counterfeit, the more potent the "medicine" for the real one.
A brilliant light shone.
The fake Seventeen's figure began to blur and disintegrate, finally transforming into a pure white data stream that completely merged into Seventeen's body.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The fake Shen Qingqiu, having lost the connection with his teammate, instantly fell into logical confusion.
"This...this doesn't conform to the algorithm..."
"Algorithm?" Shen Qingqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.
The folding fan in her hand transformed into a sharp blade, instantly severing the fake Shen Qingqiu's throat.
"I am the algorithm!"
BOOM—!!!
As the two mirror images perished, the entire white void began to tremble violently.
Seventeen hovered in mid-air.
His wounds were healing at a visible speed.
His silver hair became even more dazzling, as if flowing with mercury.
Most importantly, his eyes.
Deep within those purple eyes, a sacred and majestic golden halo had appeared.
That was the fragment of divine essence he had taken from the main god after devouring the mirror images…
"Seventeen?" Shen Qingqiu flew over with some concern.
Devouring one's own kind carries an extremely high risk of data pollution for an AI.
Seventeen turned around.
His eyes showed a moment of confusion, as a massive flow of data washed over his memory bank.
But the moment he saw Shen Qingqiu,
all the confusion vanished instantly, leaving only familiar tenderness.
"I'm fine." He reached out and pulled her into his arms.
His body temperature was high, the residual heat of evolution.
"Not only are you fine..." Seventeen lowered her head, forehead to forehead.
"I also saw some...things."
"What things?"
"The truth about this God Realm." Seventeen closed her eyes and shared the fragments of memories she had just plundered with Shen Qingqiu through their mental link.
...
[Memory Rewind]
It was a more ancient, more savage world.
No starships, no neon lights, only endless chaos and gods and demons.
A massive, ancient bronze bell floated above the river of time.
It suppressed all the heavens and myriad realms.
But in a cataclysmic event, the bell shattered.
Countless fragments scattered across various planes.
One of the largest fragments gained self-awareness and began to collect other fragments through endless reincarnation, attempting to reconstruct itself.
It is the current **"God"**.
The **[Bronze Fragment]** in Shen Qingqiu's hand…
was precisely the "tongue" (core component) of that bell.
"So that's how it is." Shen Qingqiu opened her eyes, her shock beyond measure.
"No wonder the Main God always wanted to kill us, no wonder this fragment could exploit a bug."
"So what we're holding is its Achilles' heel."
"And…" Seventeen added.
"The 'Ancestor of the Myriad Immortals Alliance' we encountered in the cyber world, the 'Observer' we met in the interstellar world… were actually all fragments of the bell's spirit."
This was a massive conspiracy spanning all the scrolls.
This was the ultimate gamble between **"the spirit saving its master" or "the spirit devouring its master"**.
"It wants to be whole." Shen Qingqiu gripped the bronze fragment tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"It wants to return to the primordial world, to become its Eastern Emperor Bell again."
"Then let's send it back." Seventeen took her hand, enveloping the fragment between their palms.
He looked at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented fighting spirit.
"Qingqiu, this place (the Reincarnation Space) is too small."
"The ghosts here are too weak, the zombies are too ugly."
"Now that we know the truth, let's go to… the place where it all began."
"To that place where gods and demons roam freely, and Golden Immortals are as common as dogs… the Primordial World."
Shen Qingqiu smiled.
She looked up at the collapsing white void above her.
The Main God Space was undergoing a logical collapse due to the death of the mirror body.
"Alright."
"Since it wants to play, then we'll play a big game with it."
She raised the bronze fragment in her hand.
This time, the fragment was no longer a faint light.
It erupted with a bell-like sound that shook the ages.
Clang—!!!
The sound pierced through reincarnation, pierced through planes, and exploded directly at the source of the River of Time.
A massive, golden spatial rift slowly opened before them.
On the other side of the rift was not darkness.
But a primordial wilderness.
It was ten suns soaring across the sky, it was Kuafu chasing the sun, it was that ancient land that existed only in mythology.
"Seventeen."
"Here."
"Hold on tight."
"We're going… to slay a god."
Boom!
The two transformed into golden streaks of light, rushing into the spatial rift.
Like two moths, they relentlessly plunged into the oldest, most blazing flame.
The main god space behind them completely collapsed, turning into countless data dust.
And the story of "infinite reincarnation" came to an end here.
A new chapter will be rewritten on the river of time.
(Volume 6: Infinite Terror - Infinite Flow of Dimensions - Complete)
[Next Volume Preview: Volume 7: Primordial Myths - River of Time Chapter]
"That's… the Eastern Emperor Bell?!"
"No, those are two madmen!" In the primordial era, the Lich King and the Demon King fought for supremacy.
Shen Qingqiu was no longer a hacker, no longer a commander.
Clad in shimmering robes, wielding the Chaos Lotus, she plays chess with a sage.
Seventeen transforms into the legendary thirteenth Ancestral Witch—[Warlord Xing Tian].
"Heaven is unjust?"
"Then we'll defy Heaven!"
"Qingqiu, in this life, I will not cultivate Buddhism, nor demonism, but only…you."
Watch as this couple, who have fought their way back from cyberpunk and interstellar warfare, overturns the lofty Zixiao Palace at the source of mythology!