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[Gem Magician: Oh? This is interesting!]
[Butterfly Dance: Huh? Guess... guess what Mr. Gu Chuan looks like?]
[March 7th: Wow! I love this! I bet the Observer must be an incredibly handsome guy!]
Alicia: Hehe, guessing isn't fun. Let's all say what we've guessed, and when we meet him in person, we'll see who guesses most accurately! And I've decided that whoever guesses correctly can make a 'small' request to Mr. Observer as a reward~ As for me, if I guess right, my reward is for him to tell me personally, 'Alicia is the most beautiful, kindest, and cutest girl in the world'~
Alicia's half-joking, half-serious declaration completely stirred up the atmosphere of the group chat.
The girls chattered excitedly, imagining what the mysterious man looked like, temporarily forgetting the impending doom and the anxiety of waiting.
As this lively discussion began, Gu Chuan slowly opened his eyes in the student council office.
He glanced at Yukino and Fujiwara, who were breathing steadily on the sofa, and only after settling them completely did he turn his attention to himself.
In the process of rescuing the two, he annihilated several infected beings with a flick of his finger, and a series of system notifications rang in his mind.
[System notification: Defeat 1 'T-Ω Infected', gain 10 Inspiration Points.]
[System notification: Defeat 1 'T-Ω Infected', gain 10 Inspiration Points.] ...
"A 10-point one?" A glint of light flashed in Gu Chuan's eyes.
This amount, compared to his current enormous needs, is still a drop in the ocean. But...
A little makes a lot, and sand makes a tower.
More importantly, the infected beings in this "Mirror World" are generated infinitely!
However, Gu Chuan lost interest after just one glance.
Because it is true that the number of infected is indeed unlimited.
But points are not.
Infected creatures with points will have an extra special attribute, while the remaining ordinary infected creatures will not trigger any reaction in the chat group even if they are killed.
"It seems they're forcing me into a quick decisive battle."
Seeing a large number of infected individuals wandering outside, but only a pitifully small number of them that could drop points, Gu Chuan's eyes flickered slightly.
35. Hunting and Tracking Under the cover of night.
The night is getting darker.
In the student council office, exhausted, Fujiwara Chika curled up on another sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
Although Yukino Yukinoshita had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing that her inner world was not as calm as it appeared.
Gu Chuan's figure moved through the shadows of the campus like a king walking in his own territory.
He didn't try to hide himself, yet none of the infected could detect his presence.
His goal was not simply to kill.
If it were just to clear out these rabble, he had countless ways to raze the entire campus to the ground in an instant.
But doing so is pointless; as long as the source remains, these things will continue to regenerate.
What he needs to do is analyze, and then eradicate.
An infected creature roared as it lunged out from the corner, its arms, enhanced by the virus, bulging with muscles, and its waving fists whipped through the air with a vicious gust of wind.
Gu Chuan didn't dodge, nor did he even glance at it.
He simply extended a finger and lightly touched the air.
"Concept Analysis".
hum-
An invisible wave emanated from his fingertips.
The infected creature froze in mid-air, its body structure, viral morphology, energy flow... all information was clearly presented in Gu Chuan's mind in the form of a data stream.
[Target: T-Ω Infected Individual (Variant)]
[Composition: Carbon-based life + T-Ω virus (second-order)]
[Core Logic: Bloodlust, Proliferation, Destruction...]
[Weakness: Unstable information structure, susceptible to interference from 'concepts'.]
[Driving Source: Negative energy from the core of 'distorted narrative'...]
[Gain 100 Inspiration Points]
"I see. The second stage gives even more points, but it's a pity there's only one."
Gu Chuan's lips curled into a researcher's smile. "However, this is not a purely biological being, but a semi-conceptual creation made of 'information' and 'energy.' No wonder physical attacks are less effective."
"So……"
He twitched his fingertips slightly, "Command: Delete."
The infected creature, frozen in time, vanished silently, like a pencil drawing that had been erased.
This is his current fighting style—not to destroy with force, but to rewrite with authority.
He was like a programmer with the highest privileges, debugging a world full of bugs.
He traveled on, experimenting all the way.
He attempted to "edit" the action commands of an infected creature, causing it to turn around and attack its own kind;
He attempted to "overwrite" the physical constants of a small area, causing the infected organisms there to instantly disintegrate due to gravitational anomalies.
He even tried to "strip" the concept of the [T-Ω virus] from an infected individual to see what would happen.
As a result, the infected organism that had been stripped of the virus did not turn back into a human. Instead, after letting out a mournful howl, it turned into a meaningless puddle of organic sludge.
"Irreversible pollution... What a failure." Gu Chuan shook his head, as if evaluating a poorly made work of art.
Each "experiment" deepened his understanding of this "mirror world" and the [T-Ω virus].
At the same time, he also discovered a remarkably clear pattern.
All the infected, no matter what they are doing, are subtly pointing in the same direction.
It's an instinct rooted in their core logic, like a sunflower chasing the light.
They all yearn to... return to the source.
"Like moths to a flame, they are attracted by the most intense negative energy."
Gu Chuan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the darkness, finally settling on the old teaching building deep within the campus, which had been abandoned for many years.
That is the end of all gravity.
An invisible, pitch-black negative energy, like smoke from a beacon, shot into the sky from the rooftop of that building, stirring up the entire "Mirror Realm".
That is the core of the pollution, the heart of the distorted narrative.
I do not know how long it has been.
On the sofa in the student council office, Yukino Yukinoshita's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
The drowsiness from the high fever hadn't completely subsided, but my consciousness had cleared considerably.
The first thing she saw was an unfamiliar ceiling and a boy's school uniform jacket with a faint scent of soap covering her.
She sat up abruptly and looked around.
Fujiwara Chika was still fast asleep on another sofa, blowing cute snot bubbles from her nose. The door was blocked shut, and there was water and chocolate on the table.
But that person's figure disappeared.
Yukino's heart suddenly felt empty.
She subconsciously touched her forehead; the burning sensation had mostly subsided, leaving only a trace of warmth. She could almost still feel the touch of that hand, that cold towel, on her skin.
And then there was that calm yet undeniable "Yes."
And that name she whispered...
"Sichuan……"
Yukino's cheeks flushed again, but this time, it wasn't because of a fever.
She stood up, staggered to the window, and carefully opened a crack to look outside.
It's still hell outside the window.
But she felt no fear whatsoever.
Because she knew that there was someone, all alone, walking through this hell, clearing the way for them.
That upright and reassuring figure was deeply imprinted in her mind.
"You must... come back safely..."
The girl clasped her hands together, pressed them to her lips, and prayed softly in a voice only she could hear.
at the same time.
Gu Chuan was already standing in front of the old teaching building.
Unlike other parts of the campus, this place was eerily quiet, and not a single infected dared to approach.
Thick, almost tangible resentment and malice seeped from the dilapidated building, making the surrounding air thick and cold.
Gu Chuan could "see" countless twisted, silently wailing souls, like vines entwining the entire building.
"Finally found."
He lifted his foot and stepped onto the stairs leading to the final boss scene.
"Let me see what you really are."
36 Cores of Pollution
"Squeak-"
The weathered wooden door of the old teaching building, with a sickening groan, slowly opened inward as Gu Chuan gently pushed it open.
Inside the door, instead of the dusty corridor one might expect, there was a deep darkness that seemed to swallow up all light.
A cold, damp atmosphere, mixed with decay and despair, rushed towards me.
Gu Chuan stepped inside expressionlessly.
The moment he entered, the wooden door behind him slammed shut with a bang, cutting off the last source of light.
The entire world was plunged into pure darkness and deathly silence.
For an ordinary person, this would be enough to trigger the deepest claustrophobia. But for Gu Chuan, darkness was merely another backdrop to be observed.
His mental energy spread out like a tide, beginning to analyze this distorted space.
(ii)2 Doubts about the physical laws here are chaotic.
The corridor twists and extends at an angle that defies Euclidean geometry, like a Möbius strip leading to madness.
On the wall, the students' paintings were slowly "weeping," with crimson liquid, like fresh blood, seeping from the frames and dripping to the ground, making a "drip, drip" sound, becoming the only sound in this deathly silence.
Countless fragmented, incoherent murmurs drifted through the air.
"Why...it's me..."
“It hurts so much…”
"I don't want to die..."
"Mother……"
These are the "regrets" and "fears" of countless victims in Saeko Busujima's world that the [T-Ω virus] absorbed before its death when it assimilated this world.
These negative emotions became the cornerstone of this "mirror world".
Gu Chuan walked through the twisted corridor, ignoring the negative emotions around him that tried to invade his consciousness. He passed through classroom after classroom, where some desks and chairs had melted into bizarre shapes, while others were piled up to form struggling, wailing human figures.
The entire old teaching building was a huge, living tomb made up of tragedy and despair.
Finally, he arrived at the center of the building—a spacious, long-abandoned auditorium.