102: Chapter 102 The Source of Sequences

Behind the door was not Origin City, nor was it the Memory Corridor.

It was a Void Realm.

It was exactly the same as the Void Realm that Chen Mo had seen in the Depths of the Strange Realm—no sky, no ground, no direction. There was only endless gray and countless floating points of light.

But this time, those points of light were not memory fragments; they were people.

Living, breathing people.

Iron Bear stood on his left, gripping an iron rod, watching his surroundings vigilantly. Eagle Eye was on the right, his sniper rifle already set up. Shadow was further away, blending into the darkness. The Knight, Ranger, Hunter, and all the Chosen Ones who had come from various regions were scattered throughout the Void Realm, each on high alert.

"Where is this?" Iron Bear asked.

Chen Mo did not answer. He activated the Pupil of the Sequence, and those lines of rules unfolded in his mind—the structure of this Void Realm was exactly the same as the Depths of the Strange Realm, but larger and deeper.

The source of those points of light was in the center of the Void Realm. A massive orb of light floated in the distance, like a star.

The Source of the Sequence.

The true Source of the Sequence. Not the periphery, not the Trial Tower, but the core.

Chen Mo walked forward. Those points of light brushed past him, each one representing a Chosen One. The living, the dead, all were here. He saw some familiar faces—Old Zhou in the distance, Lin Wei further away, and others whose names he could not recall. They were all watching him.

"Follow me." Chen Mo said.

He walked toward the orb of light.

The closer he got, the denser those lines of rules became. By the time he was a hundred meters away, the lines were so dense that he could barely see anything around him.

But Chen Mo could see—within the Pupil of the Sequence, the source of those lines was clearly visible. In the center of the orb of light, there was a humanoid figure.

It was very tall, at least three meters. It wore golden robes and a mask on its face. Those lines surged out from within its body, extending in all directions, connecting every point of light, every Chosen One, every Ghost Shadow.

The Agent.

Not Zhang Yuan. It was another one. Stronger, purer.

It sensed Chen Mo and turned around. Behind the mask, two golden points of light flickered. It spoke, and its voice came from all directions, sounding as if countless people were speaking at once.

"You have come."

Chen Mo stopped in his tracks.

"I have waited for you for a long time." The Agent said, "Ever since the day you killed Zhang Yuan, I have been waiting."

Chen Mo did not speak. He gripped his cleaver tightly. In the twenty-second Prediction, the Agent's movements were a blank—not because he couldn't see, but because it had no movements at all. It simply stood there, watching him.

"You want to kill me." The Agent said.

Chen Mo took a step forward.

"Do you know what killing me means?" The Agent's voice did not change, "It means you will become the new Agent. It means you will become me."

Chen Mo stopped. "No, I won't."

The Agent paused for a moment. "What?"

"I will not become you." Chen Mo said, "Because I am not Zhang Yuan."

He raised his cleaver. Those golden lines surged from within his body and coiled around the blade. It was not Sequence Manipulation, not Rule Creation, but something more fundamental—the rules themselves.

The Agent watched him, and for the first time, a ripple appeared in those golden eyes. "You..."

Chen Mo rushed forward.

The Agent raised its hand, and those golden lines instantly retracted, forming a shield in front of it. Chen Mo struck with his cleaver, and a crack appeared in the shield. The Agent stepped back, those lines re-condensed, and the shield was restored.

Chen Mo did not stop. The second strike, the third strike, the fourth strike. Each strike landed in the exact same spot. The crack in the shield grew larger and larger. The Agent's body began to tremble. The flow of those lines began to fluctuate chaotically.

"Impossible." The Agent's voice changed; it was no longer a chorus of countless people, but the voice of a single person. Hoarse, and weary.

Chen Mo did not answer. The fifth strike, the sixth strike, the seventh strike. The shield shattered.

His blade struck into the Agent's chest. Those golden lines snapped, and those rules collapsed. The Agent's body began to disintegrate.

But it did not fall. It raised its hand and grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder. Those broken lines re-condensed and coiled around Chen Mo's body.

"You will regret this." The Agent's voice grew weaker and weaker, "You will become me."

Chen Mo looked at it. "No, I won't."

He pulled out his cleaver and struck again. The Agent's body completely disintegrated, turning into countless golden fragments that scattered into the Void Realm. As the fragments scattered, they all surged into Chen Mo's body.

【Killed the Agent】【Obtained: Agent Core × 1】【Obtained: Authority of the Source of the Sequence】【Ghost Realm Foundation weakened: 80%】

Chen Mo stood where he was, gasping for air. Those memories surged into his mind—not the memories of one person, but of countless people. All those who had been consumed by the Agent, all those who had died in the Ghost Realm, their memories were all within him.

He saw the Orphanage director in his youth, saw Teacher Li's smile at graduation, and saw that woman—his mother—the expression on her face when she held him. Not sadness, not helplessness, but love.

Chen Mo closed his eyes. Serialization progress: 20%. It had increased by 8%, but it was worth it. Because those memories made him more complete.

He opened his eyes and turned around. Those people were still in the Void Realm, watching him. Iron Bear, Eagle Eye, Shadow, the Knight, the Ranger, the Hunter, and those whose names he could not recall. They were all waiting for him.

"Is it over?" Iron Bear asked.

Chen Mo shook his head. "Not yet."

He looked toward the deeper reaches of the Void Realm. There was one more point of light there, larger and brighter than the Source of the Sequence. That was the main body of the will of the ghost realm. The final enemy.

Chen Mo took a deep breath. "Let's go."

He walked toward that point of light. The people behind him followed. The end of the Source of the Sequence was the final destination.