[Humankind was born from the vast starry sea millions of years ago and will one day return to it.
Life is merely the endless migration of elemental particles; death and aging have never been the final destination.
So don’t grieve over my choice.
If I vanish into the depths of the universe, may I turn into cosmic dust and starlight, illuminating every journey you take from here on.
May this grand farewell of fireworks ensure that when you travel beyond the galaxy, you are no longer afraid of the lonely wails of the stars or the cold echoes of the cosmos.
—Wanzhi.
I was never a good mother. The only gift I leave you is the right to choose whether to forgive.”
—Laixiya, written atop the Black Tower of TI90.”
***
When Lin Jing woke up, newspapers, media, and television were flooded with reports about the Black Tower incident.
Every word was filled with terror and lingering fear. After all, that deep-brown planet nearly created a black hole within the solar system, threatening to overturn all of human civilization.
The catastrophe was averted, thanks to a young imperial major general who forcefully destroyed the Black Tower.
The explosion of TI90 was recorded in perfect detail.
In the asteroid belt, that red, icy planet—like the eye of the universe—vanished in a final moment of destruction, dragging all nearby satellites and probes into oblivion.
Waves of shock rippled through space, a dazzling white light bursting forth, the explosion silent yet spectacular.
Observers from other galaxies gasped in awe.
But in the political heart of the Empire, countless people watched in silence.
Watched the curtain fall on everything.
Bernard was so ill he could barely stand, yet he still attended the Empire’s final parliamentary session. Under the glare of countless cameras, his voice was hoarse as he finally revealed the long-buried truth—
And offered an apology.
For that absurd and cruel plan.
For that inhumane vote.
The once-powerful patriarch of the Osmond family stood before the assembly and, for the first time, remained silent for a long, long time.
His life was fading. His hair was gray. He trembled as he tried to speak— “I…”
But he couldn’t finish the sentence.
His dark eyes turned vacant and clouded as he scanned the impassive faces before him.
In the audience, many familiar faces sat.
Bernard saw his estranged mother.
She sat in a wheelchair, Lilith standing beside her, eyes full of bloodshot veins and hatred.
—”Laixiya, you must remember the family’s ancestral teachings.”
—”Laixiya, you do not have the right to choose your own life.”
Laixiya.
Her life had always been in her own hands, yet her near-divine mercy made her appear weak and easy to exploit.
But they never understood.
Amidst the light drizzle, irises trembled gently.
The once-powerful former Speaker of the Counsel knelt before a tombstone, pressed his forehead against the cold stone, and never rose again.
Bernard died in the graveyard.
A civilian congressman named Brandt was elected by an overwhelming majority as the new Speaker of Parliament.
And soon, the highest ranks of the Empire saw a complete political overhaul.
The details of the Aurora explosion and brain development project never leaked.
Laixiya’s name remained shrouded in secrecy.
But to her, the judgments of future generations no longer mattered.
***
Lin Jing regained SS-level mental power. After years of estrangement, his parents finally reconciled with his grandfather.
They moved back to the Empire’s capital.
His father was driving, speaking flatly: “So let me get this straight—you overloaded your mental power in the game, then got in a car, and that’s how you ended up in an accident?”
Lin Jing tried to argue: “Not exactly. I felt fine after I got out. It wasn’t until I tried to activate advanced driving mode that I realized my mental power level wasn’t high enough. And then—”
For once, even his ever-composed father couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
His mother, seated beside him, sighed and shook her head.
After learning about her son’s reckless devotion, she had given up trying to stop him.
She only said, “A few more months until university starts. Do you want to review some mecha theory books in the meantime?”
Lin Jing instinctively replied, “Nah, that’s not necessary.”
He had eidetic memory.
But then, as if realizing something, his dark brown eyes lit up.
He cleared his throat and quickly nodded, “Actually, yeah, I should. I heard the mecha department’s theory courses at Imperial University are really tough. I’d better study hard.”
His mother’s deep blue eyes held an unmistakable look of sarcasm.
“Oh, I see. And I suppose you need someone to ‘tutor’ you?”
Lin Jing turned his head away uncomfortably, his ears slightly red. “Mm.”
Mother Lin: “…” She closed her eyes in frustration—out of sight, out of mind.
It was Father Lin, the one driving, who smiled gently. “Vivian, Little Jing has his own choices. He’s already an adult.”
Mother Lin was silent for a moment before speaking softly. “I know.”
The Survivor forum wasn’t just a gaming forum; it also served as a political discussion hub. Right now, a single photo was spreading like wildfire across the site.
【Now I finally understand why Wan Feng Wan Yue have dominated the rankings for so many years.】
[Main Post
Empire University’s top student.
Mother—”The Rose of the Empire.”
Father—a scientific genius.
Family—Osmond.
Mental strength: SSS.
Legendary figure of the Mecha Department.
Graduated as a major general.
Oh, and he looks like this too!!! Can I just say—no wonder he’s Laixiya’s son?!
1L: Holy sh*t!
2L: HOLY SH*T!!!
3L: Holysh*tsh*tsh*tsh*tsh*tsh*t!!!
The photo captured Xu Wanzhi walking out of the Empire University training room. His highly sought-after full-face image, once auctioned for an astronomical price on the university’s BBS, was now circulating freely. Against the backdrop of white stairs and soft lighting, he stood with straight legs clad in black military boots. His presence alone exuded an almost suffocating intensity.
A sharp nose bridge, piercing yet beautiful eyes, and a cold expression. A dangerous-looking tear mole beneath one eye. Even half-hidden in the shadows, his beauty was undeniable.
2341L: Fck fck fck fck, I’m crying. Our school’s legendary senior, our elusive god, and now you guys get to see him just like that?! I once spent a fortune on a Mecha Department tournament ticket and STILL didn’t get to see him in person. I want to sob.
2642L: I wanna cry too, wuwuwuwu.
3000L: Holy sh*t, he was the one who destroyed the Black Tower, wasn’t he?! I—I have no words.
3001L: Literally speechless.
3411L: Wuwuwu, in the end, it’s us low-rankers who were aiming too high. I’m sorry, wuwuwuwu.
3488L: Wuwuwu, my ship has sunk. It’s all because Lin Hun didn’t work harder!
The entire thread turned into a wailing pit of despair. Familiar usernames kept popping up.
Even Brother Hao, who usually kept a cool face, had nothing more to say than two words: “Holy sh*t.”
User “One Hundred One Nights,” whose username was flagged as inappropriate, reported that they were now eating their keyboard in frustration.
Chubby is Cute and Good Boy, two users notorious for their snarky banter, were for once united in the same reaction—just a string of question marks.
Who would have thought? A casual low-rank match… and they had encountered a legend.
Finally, a user named Rat Da Ji made a declaration:
10000L [Lucky Rat]: Take me as an example—d*mn. If I could end up with someone like that, I’d wake up laughing in my sleep.
12344L: Wuwuwu, stop talking about it, it’s already a BE (bad ending).
22334L [Star Rain Legend]: Not necessarily BE = =
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Here’s the mic. Explain yourself.
***
Lin Jing still needed time to fully recover his mental power. Since his parents couldn’t keep him in check, they handed him over to the no-nonsense Grand Judge Lin, his grandfather, who kept him locked up at the Lin estate—no visitors allowed, no leaving.
After three days, Lin Jing couldn’t stand it anymore. He secretly disabled the Lin family’s security system, slipped into the garage, and took off in a hovercar, heading for a remote base deep in the forest.
Reclaiming his power felt like being reborn. He exhaled a long-held breath of relief.
At the base, he unexpectedly ran into Lilith.
Not long after Bernard’s death, the Osmond family’s matriarch also passed away. Losing two family members in succession left Lilith looking frail and pale, yet much of the sorrow that had weighed on her had faded.
She stood in a sea of flowers, dressed in black, her violet eyes soft as she looked at him.
A faint smile appeared.
“Lin Jing, congratulations on your recovery.”
Lin Jing smiled as well. “Thank you.”
He wanted to say something, but the Osmond family’s affairs were too complicated. In the end, he swallowed back any words of comfort.
Lilith, however, continued, “If all goes as expected, I will be the next head of the family.”
Lin Jing was momentarily stunned. “Congratulations.”
Lilith curled a strand of her long hair around her fingers and smiled indifferently. “There’s nothing to congratulate. My first act as the head will probably be to alter one phrase from my grandmother and father’s will.”
Lin Jing: “Which phrase?”
Lilith gazed into the distance and whispered,
“Born for honor.”
Lin Jing froze.
A flower petal brushed against her fingertips. Lilith lowered her eyes and let out a small, self-mocking laugh.
“Born for honor, but freedom is eternal.
Honor should never be a moral blade, forcing anyone to sacrifice themselves.
Two generations have bled to prove this truth.”
She lowered her hand.
“My grandmother passed away peacefully in the end. After all, she was finally able to clear my aunt’s name… and see my aunt’s child.”
“When Brandt took office, those mad politicians were exiled to the farthest star systems. All experiments on infant mental power modification were abolished.”
Lilith smiled.
“Lin Jing, when Aurora exploded… perhaps that was the moment the Empire truly saw its first dawn.”
***
Lin Jing followed Dean Chang into a third-floor laboratory.
“What’s he doing now?”
“Researching an extraction serum. Probably out of boredom. He just got back from the Black Tower, completely exhausted. I told him to rest, but he refused. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”
Lin Jing suppressed a chuckle. “Got it.”
After the dean left, Lin Jing found himself once again standing at the end of a familiar hallway.
This time, he wasn’t the curious and clueless child of the past.
This time, he was joyful.
No guiding butterflies.
No eerie blue radiation.
No blaring red alarms.
He walked forward, deliberately keeping his steps light.
When he pushed open the door, he found that nothing had changed.
Dim lighting. The machines pulsing with thick red hues, casting long shadows.
In the center stood a large crystal-blue test tube, glowing under a single white spotlight.
And next to it, at the desk—a person had fallen asleep.
Ever since the Dean’s experiment, Xu Wanzhi had become prone to exhaustion. But Lin Jing had never seen him sleep like this.
It was… fascinating.
Lin Jing walked over, leaned down, and whispered with a smile, “Xu Wanzhi, wake up.”
“Xu Wanzhi.”
Before he could say another word, an arm wrapped around his waist—
And in the next second, he was pulled into Xu Wanzhi’s lap.
At the same time, a kiss landed on his lips.
Xu Wanzhi’s beautiful eyes opened, his gaze carrying a lazy smile. In the dim glow of the lab, his voice was low and husky.
“In fairy tales, it’s always a kiss that wakes someone up—not words.”
Lin Jing chuckled. He wrapped his arms around Xu Wanzhi’s neck and deepened the kiss.
“Alright then, boyfriend.”
——“If I kiss him, will he wake up?”
——“Maybe when you grow up.”
Now that I’ve grown up… I finally can.
[THE END]
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