307: Chapter 307 has ended.

Lin Yuan's right index finger was missing a section.

There was no pain.

There was no blood.

It was just that starting from the fingertips, that part of the flesh turned transparent, and then even transparency ceased to exist.

He looked down.

His daughter was sleeping soundly in the crook of his arm.

A shallow crease was pressed into the edge of the swaddle.

Within three meters, the air flowed normally.

Beyond three meters, the Void Domain resembled a torn gray curtain, its edges continuously eroding inward.

Lin Yuan continued walking forward.

Every step was very slow.

It was not intentional stalling; his body was instinctively resisting the zeroing.

His SS-grade Physique was being stripped away notch by notch on a numerical level—it was not physical damage, but existence itself being erased.

He could feel it.

His left wrist began to turn transparent.

A layer of skin was missing from his right ankle.

The muscles of his calves thinned from the outside in.

But he did not stop.

Because five hundred meters ahead, at the center of the Void Domain, a black coordinate point was suspended.

That was the core where the twelve silent wells converged.

It was also where the processor of the end-time recycling program was located.

Lin Yuan raised his head.

The black coordinate point had no shape or boundaries, resembling a void left behind after reality was gouged out.

When he walked to a position thirty meters away from the coordinate point, he stopped.

It was not that he did not want to walk further.

It was that going any further would cause the zeroing speed to increase exponentially.

Lin Yuan looked down at his daughter.

She opened her eyes.

Her pupils were pitch black, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

But deep within that blackness, a very faint circle of golden patterns flashed.

It lasted only a fraction of a second.

Lin Yuan did not speak.

He raised his arms and lifted his daughter toward the black coordinate point.

The three-meter protection range moved along with his daughter.

When his daughter's breathing frequency—her heartbeat, blood circulation, and metabolism—these most primitive rhythms of life, made contact with the computational boundary of the final core...

The entire Void Domain stopped.

It did not disappear.

It jammed.

Like an overloaded computer suddenly encountering an unparseable instruction.

Lin Yuan could "see" the operating logic of the end.

Not with his eyes, but through a more intuitive perception.

[Target detected]

[Gene structure: Unknown]

[Superpower marker: None]

[System interface: None]

[Red Moon modification traces: None]

[Classification failed]

[Rescanning]

[Target detected]

[Gene structure: Unknown]

[Classification failed]

[Rescanning]

The loop began.

The end was not an intelligent life form.

It had no emotions, no judgment, and no so-called "will".

It was merely an automated execution program written into the foundation of the Universe—when the mutations of the Superpower era exceeded the threshold, the recycling program would initiate, erasing all non-primitive products.

But in its deletion list, there was no item such as "natural closed-loop genes".

Because that was something that existed before the Red Moon.

It was natural life itself.

The end could not classify it.

Could not bypass it.

Could not delete it.

Thus, the program fell into an infinite loop.

On a global scale.

The expansion speed of the Void Domain dropped to zero.

The Zero Entities stopped moving simultaneously, like puppets with cut strings.

The traction waves of the silent wells plummeted from a red alert to a flat line.

Inside the B2 observation cabin, Tang Qiqi hugged the clockwork camera, staring at the inner wall of the zero coffin.

The twelve patterns went out simultaneously.

The black marks retreated to the bottom of the coffin and stopped moving.

She pulled the candy stick out of her mouth and roared into the landline telephone: "It is stuck! It really is stuck!"

But Lin Yuan could not hear it.

Because before entering the infinite loop, the end released one final recycling pulse.

That was the self-defense mechanism of the program attempting to "reboot" its own calculations.

The pulse swept across Lin Yuan's entire body.

His SS-grade Physique began to be stripped away on a large scale.

The numerical values were not just dropping.

They were being directly zeroed out.

[Physique: 116 → 110 → 104 → 98]

His left arm began to turn transparent from below the elbow.

A layer of muscle tissue disappeared from his right leg upward from the knee.

The skin on his chest turned translucent, allowing the outline of his internal bones to be seen.

Lin Yuan clenched his teeth.

He did not shout.

His arm merely trembled slightly, yet still steadily supported his daughter.

[Physique: 92 → 86 → 80]

He could feel his vitality draining away.

It was not blood loss.

It was a sense of emptiness where his very existence was being erased.

His vision began to blur.

Breathing became difficult.

Just at this moment.

Tiangong No. 1, B1 shelter level.

Su Xiaonuan sat before the dispatch console, the fountain pen in her hand suddenly dropping onto the table.

She pressed her hand against her chest.

It was very hot.

It was not a Superpower fluctuation, nor a crystal core reaction.

It was somewhere deeper—a certain switch at the very bottom of her genes had been forcibly activated.

Inside the medical area.

Qin Yumo leaned against the wall with her twin blades placed horizontally across her knees.

She abruptly opened her eyes.

Her left hand pressed against her heart, her knuckles pressing out a white mark.

Wang Ya, Su Muxue, Lin Motong, Jiang Xiaowan, Captain Han Xue, Tang Qiqi, Xia Qingqiu, Liu Qing, Yu Qingyi...

All the women whose favorability was 100% or who had established a deep bond with Lin Yuan.

At the exact same second.

Their chests burned.

It was not pain.

It was a feeling of being pulled.

Like an invisible thread extending from within their bodies, connecting to a very distant place.

Su Xiaonuan lowered her head.

There were no wounds under her palms, no abnormalities.

But she could feel it—her vitality was draining away.

Very slowly, but truly existing.

She raised her head and looked toward the medical area.

Everyone else looked in the same direction at the same time.

No one spoke.

Because they all knew.

At the other end of that thread was Lin Yuan.

Core of the Void Domain.

[Physique: 74 → 68 → 62]

Lin Yuan's consciousness began to scatter.

The outer muscles of his entire right arm from the wrist to the shoulder had disappeared, leaving only the skeletal framework.

Below his knees, his legs were completely transparent.

He could no longer stand steadily.

But at the exact moment his Physique dropped below 60—

A warm current surged into his chest.

Faint, but real.

Followed closely by a second current.

A third.

Over a dozen trickle-like streams converged simultaneously, like a parched riverbed suddenly welcoming a light drizzle.

Countless images flashed before Lin Yuan's eyes.

Su Xiaonuan sat before the dispatch console, her hand pressing against her chest, her lips pale.

Qin Yumo leaned against the wall with her twin blades across her knees, her breathing heavy.

Wang Ya closed her eyes, her grayish-white pupil rings faintly visible beneath her eyelids.

Lin Motong hugged her little bear, her black-and-red pupils staring at the Void Realm.

They did not speak.

They merely sat quietly, or stood, or leaned.

Letting their vitality flow toward him along that invisible thread.

[Physique: 62 → 64 → 66]

The zeroing stopped.

The numerical values did not rise, but they stopped dropping.

Lin Yuan steadied himself.

He looked down at his daughter.

She was still sleeping, her breathing steady.

The black coordinate point was still looping.

[Target detected]

[Classification failed]

[Rescanning]

The program could not break out of this infinite loop.

Because in its logic, there was no option called "give up".

Thus it could only constantly repeat.

Until—

The Void Domain began to collapse from its edges.

It was not defeated.

It was that the recycling program had exhausted the "budget" of the current execution cycle.

Like a crashed computer forced to shut down and reboot.

On a global scale.

The Zero Entities turned into black ash, scattering with the wind.

The traction waves of the silent wells completely dropped to zero.

In the sky, the gray disk covering most of Jiangcheng shrank toward the core at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Yuan turned around.

His daughter moved slightly in his arms, but did not wake up.

He took a step forward.

Below his knees, his left leg was transparent bone.

From his elbow to his fingertips, his right arm was left with only a framework.

But he walked very steadily.

One step.

Two steps.

Three hundred meters.

At the end of the corridor.

Qin Yumo piloted Titan II, and Grandmaster Ling Suzhen wore the Eternal Light Martial Maiden amplification armor.

The two of them stood there without moving.

Until Lin Yuan took the final step.

Qin Yumo extended the mecha's arm.

And steadily supported his back.

"Is it over?"