Chu Yun clutched the burnt scissors and rushed out of the fire, the countdown red light of his right eye sweeping across the ruins. The alabaster branches dangling from the cracks in the sky were yanking baby girl Xiao Man towards nothingness, and her cries echoed into electronic murmurs in the dimensional crevices. The water on the ground suddenly condensed into a mirror, reflecting a double reflection - the human's left eye was as red as blood, and the mechanical right eye was blue and cold.
"Coordinates confirmed." The mechanical tone of the right eye was forcefully implanted into the consciousness, and a blood-colored path appeared in the field of vision - leading to the basement of the orphanage's old location. Chu Yun stepped on the shattered water mirror, and where the residual shadow swept by, the charred wall plaster peeled off, revealing Dr. Lin's hidden log: Matrix coordinates: latitude 31°14' north, longitude 121°29' east.
The moment he stepped into the basement, gravity reversed. Chu Yun fell into a pure black tunnel, and his mechanical right eye automatically switched to night vision mode - the four walls were crawling with vein-like data cables, and at the end of the cables was connected to a giant metal cocoon. The Ω marking on the surface of the cocoon shell suddenly cracked and spewed out silver acid mist.
"Trespasser." Twelve gardening puppets appeared from the shadows, their compound eyes flashing with Dr. Lin's mechanical blue light. Chu Yun's right eye suddenly went out of control as his vision popped up with a kill command. Blades of light slashed at the puppets uncontrollably, only to be bounced off by recoil as they touched - each puppet had a genetic fragment of a baby girl embedded in its chest.
"They are evidence of your guilt." The puppets spoke in unison, sound waves cracking Chu Yun's eardrums.
Chu Yun chopped the data cable, and the cocoon shell softened at the black blood spray. He stabbed the scissors into the crack, and the moment he pried it open, a monstrous stream of data gushed out - the core of the mother body was actually a suspended baby embryo, with the umbilical cord connecting the roots of all the universes. The embryo suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils reflecting the atrocities of Chu Yun's successive reincarnations:
The 18th reincarnation: destroying three galaxies to prevent seeding.
256th reincarnation: implanting the virus into the primordial Magnolia
"You're the mother's first child." The embryo's voice mixed with Dr. Lin's and Xiao Man's vocals. Chu Yun's mechanical right eye suddenly stormed out, the blade of light stabbing at the embryo - only to stop at the last inch, the tip of the blade trembling as it reflected the baby girl's face.
Time and space in the basement suddenly freeze. The embryo's umbilical cord snapped on its own, turning into a golden key that was inserted into Chu Yun's right eye. In severe pain, he saw the appalling truth - the mother had long since died, and all protocols were driven by his own mechanical genes.
"Time to wake up, Chu Yun-000." The embryo shattered into a dust of light, coalescing into a five-year-old silhouette of Dr. Lin. The syringe in his hand stabbed into Chu Yun's neck, and the silver liquid flowed backwards into his heart.
The countdown exploded on the retina:
Final Seeding Protocol Activated - 00:00:01
Chu Yun swung his scissors and severed his right arm in a spasm, mechanical parts flying with blood and flesh. The baby girl's cries suddenly penetrated the dimension, and the alabaster branches threw her back to reality.
Above the ruins, twelve shadows descended - the Inquisitors of the higher dimensions opened their mechanical pupils, their torsos spliced together from the countless remains of Chu Yun.
Chu Yun picked up the baby girl with his broken arm and realized that the Omega Mark on the back of her neck was disappearing. The standing water on the ground suddenly boiled, reflecting the last reflection of-
His left eye completely transformed into mechanical blue, flickering at the same frequency as the Inquisitor's pupil.
The baby girl's fingertips lightly touched the right side of his festering face, "Daddy... You've finally become them..."
The sound of a magnolia blooming was heard in the distance, and in the rain of petals, his infant self was handing scissors to the five-year-old Dr. Lin.
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