“He had long anticipated that the Eden Project would lose control and that the thing would covet your perfect body. That is why he secretly launched the Anti-Eden Project.”
“The seed for the backdoor program was implanted in my genes at birth. All these years, the drugs the Su family injected into me were not to transform me into a vessel, but to nourish this seed.”
Su Rou smiled with a tragic beauty.
“I am the ultimate weapon that Old Master Gu prepared for this world. Codename: God Eater.”
She slowly walked toward Gu Chen.
Every step was elegant.
All the metal in the research institute trembled, emitting a low buzz.
“My love for you is real.”
She stopped in front of Gu Chen and reached out, wanting to stroke his cheek.
Gu Chen subconsciously took a step back.
This action left Su Rou’s hand frozen in midair. The warmth in her eyes quickly faded.
It was replaced by the icy gaze of a god looking down on ants.
“So be it.”
She withdrew her hand and smiled self-deprecatingly.
“The current me possesses the power of a god. As for you…”
Her gaze swept over Gu Chen’s body.
Then over Qin Hongyi.
“You are still so weak. You still need to rely on this key to stay alive.”
The situation reversed dramatically in an instant.
They had gone from being the prey of the main brain to the spoils of an even more terrifying entity.
“However, it does not matter anymore.”
A smile bloomed on Su Rou’s face once more—sickly and fanatical.
“In the past, I desperately wanted to become stronger simply to stand by your side.”
“Now, I will personally craft the most beautiful cage for you.”
She spread her arms wide, and the entire research institute seemed to cheer for her.
“Gu Chen, you no longer need to fight or struggle.”
“From today onward, you will become my one and only, eternal…”
“Private collection.”
The world was plummeting.
There was no sense of weightlessness, only the sticky, nauseating feeling of the soul being forcibly peeled away from the flesh.
When Gu Chen opened his eyes again, the heavy rain, the research institute, and the ruins had all vanished.
Only a field of white remained.
A ghastly white.
This white contained no impurities whatsoever.
Heaven and earth blended into one, with no boundaries and no shadows—an emptiness that induced panic.
“Do you like it? Our new home.”
Su Rou’s voice came from all directions, ethereal and echoing.
Gu Chen looked down. The cumbersome black velvet dress was gone, replaced by a white suit.
Pure white, holy, yet carrying a deathly aura.
Before him stood a towering white temple that pierced the clouds.
At the top of hundreds of steps, Su Rou sat upon a throne coalesced from light.
She was no longer that monster reeking of corpses.
The bone spurs and fangs were gone, and her skin was lustrous like jade.
The white lotus mark on her forehead rotated slowly, emitting an oppressive aura that made one want to kneel in worship.
Below the throne knelt thousands upon thousands of Gu Chens.
They wore all kinds of attire: school uniforms from his student days, the windbreaker of the Gu family heir, and even Gu Qingcheng’s red dress.
The only commonality was that they all prostrated humbly at Su Rou’s feet, their eyes hollow and filled only with fanatical adoration, their spines seemingly removed.
“This is the Divine Kingdom.”
Su Rou walked down the steps barefoot. Each step sent ripples of light across the ground.
“Here, there is no that damned Qin Hongyi, no family feuds, and no pain. You can go back to being that lofty Young Master Gu, as long as…”
She reached Gu Chen and extended a finger to gently lift his chin.
“As long as you look at me. Only at me.”
Gu Chen turned his head to avoid her hand, his gaze sweeping across the kneeling versions of himself.
“This is your Divine Kingdom? Your taste is truly terrible. Piling up a bunch of fakes kneeling here—don’t you feel embarrassed? I have trypophobia. Please get rid of them.”
Su Rou’s smile stiffened for a moment.
“They are not fakes. They are slices of every single moment you have left in this world.” She explained somewhat anxiously. “Gu Chen, I am a god. I can make these moments eternal. Here, you are perfect, and so am I.”
“Perfect?”
Gu Chen scoffed.
“Only dead people are perfect. Living people have to shit and piss. They have the seven emotions and six desires. Su Rou, has your brain gone bad? This is not a Divine Kingdom. This is an electronic urn.”
“Shut up!”
Su Rou flushed with shame and anger.
The surrounding space shook violently.
Countless cracks split open across the pure white sky.
The kneeling Gu Chens all raised their heads at once, staring fixedly at the original body while emitting sharp, piercing roars.
“Love her! Love her! Submit to her!”
Countless white chains of light shot out from the void, instantly wrapping around Gu Chen’s limbs and suspending him spread-eagle in midair.
This was more than mere restraint.
Gu Chen felt a domineering force drilling into his consciousness along the chains, attempting to forcibly sever all his connections to the outside world.
Especially the kite string that linked him to Qin Hongyi and maintained his sanity.
“I originally wanted to be gentler with you.” Su Rou floated in front of him, her eyes turning obsessive.
“But you are too disobedient. The scent of that woman is too heavy in your soul. I will wash it away and cleanse you completely.”
“Separation program, activate.”
With her command, the soul-tearing agony intensified sharply.
Gu Chen felt Qin Hongyi’s figure blurring in the depths of his mind, and the sense of security from the 200% synchronization rapidly fading.
If this string broke, he would be completely lost in this electronic tomb, becoming one of the kowtowing puppets beneath the throne.
“Heh.”
Amid the excruciating pain, Gu Chen suddenly let out a laugh.
He raised his head.
Though his body was bound by the chains, those golden pupils still burned with the arrogance that Su Rou both adored and feared.
“Su Rou, your biggest mistake is believing you can replace her.”
“What do you think Qin Hongyi is? A lock? Medicine? You’re wrong on both counts.”
Gu Chen licked the bloody taste at the corner of his lips, his voice seductive.
“She is a deadly poison. A poison that not even a god can digest.”
He suddenly closed his eyes and poured all his mental power into the nearly severed connection line.
That was the exclusive channel for the 200% synchronization rate.
“Qin Hongyi!”
He roared deep in his consciousness.
“Can you hear me? If you don’t want to die, use your brain!”
***
Real world.
Laboratory Seven.
Qin Hongyi knelt beside Gu Chen. Both were as stiff as puppets with their strings cut.
Blood flowed from her seven orifices—the price of mentally resisting the divine pressure.
Suddenly, Gu Chen’s voice exploded directly in her mind.
“Think!”
“Think about what?” Qin Hongyi subconsciously replied in her consciousness.
“Think about what you want to do to me the most! Those unspeakable, perverted thoughts that could get you arrested by the morality squad and executed on the spot! Release them all for me!”
Gu Chen’s voice was urgent.
“Su Rou’s Divine Kingdom is ruled by purity. So give her a taste of color! Use your desires to dye this place black for me!”
Qin Hongyi was stunned for a moment.
Then, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Compete in perversion?
In possessiveness?
Against a madwoman who had modified herself into a genetic lock just to survive?
“Gu Chen, you brought this on yourself.”
Qin Hongyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The desires she had suppressed for a full twenty years, twisted deep within her flesh and blood, burst forth like Pandora’s box being opened.
Accompanied by an extremely high concentration of mental information flow, they surged unrestrained through the synchronization channel into Su Rou’s pure and flawless Divine Kingdom.
***
Inside the Divine Kingdom.
Su Rou was preparing for the final mental cleansing.
Suddenly, a drop of black ink appeared out of thin air on the collar of Gu Chen’s pure white suit.
Then came the second drop, and the third.
These were not ordinary stains.
They were materialized desires—sticky, scalding, carrying a fishy-sweet malice.
“What is this?!” Su Rou retreated in terror.
Before she could react, the ink erupted like a living virus.
Boom!
The originally pure and holy white sky was torn apart in an instant.
Countless black thorn vines covered in barbs grew wildly from the cracks.
They twisted and writhed, adorned with blood-dripping red roses.
The perfect Gu Chen phantoms kneeling on the ground were entangled and pierced by these black thorns.
“Ah!”
The illusions screamed as their bodies began to undergo bizarre mutations.
Some transformed into vicious dogs chained in place, others into seductive ghosts wearing erotic lingerie, and some even into beasts driven purely by instinct.
The once solemn and sacred temple instantly turned into a hellish scene of debauchery and carnage.
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