Chapter 113 Part 2
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Chapter 113 Part 2: The Savior Learned the Truth and Collapsed Coughing Up Blood (2)
Amid piercing cries, painful screams, and hysterical roars, the struggle resembled a powerful yet fleeting symphony—intense, brief, and ultimately reduced to ashes within moments.
Dream Weaver Rabbit stared at the destruction of the Calamity Seed, its cartoonish rabbit image betraying a mix of shock and joy, as if it had stumbled upon a priceless treasure. The emotions it portrayed were astonishingly complex, especially for an AI.
The super AI broadcast the message far and wide, summoning holographic projections of key figures through its network. These individuals watched a brief three-second video accompanied by streams of data. Silence reigned as they processed the information before murmurs of disbelief and discussion broke out:
“Unbelievable! Who could have caused this? All Grade E and Grade F Calamity Seeds suddenly became inactive, entering sleep mode or shutting down within three seconds.”
“It’s not just a shutdown. Based on the data, every Calamity Seed in the Magic Cube Prison appears completely destroyed—burned out and beyond repair.”
“What a cause for celebration! Whose forces could have been this valiant and fierce?”
“It’s clear. Judging by the timeline, it must have been Chu Yuanqing and Kirimi Miyuki. They just returned to base, and their use of the Artificial Lantern likely triggered some unexpected chemical reaction.”
“Did Chu Yuanqing put on the Artificial Lantern and activate Flowers Bloom? No, the data shows the wavelengths don’t match.”
“Still, it’s terrifying. Truly a treasure of the Donghong Federation! With just a small amount of magic power, she unleashed a surge strong enough to cover Zhelong Town. Such incredible magical efficiency—like a chain reaction within the magic system!”
“Crown her! Crown her!”
“Debut her! Let her debut immediately!”
Joy erupted among the gathered leaders, their happiness unrestrained. The destruction of the Calamity Seeds in the Magic Prison, while potentially disruptive to the competition’s progress and requiring additional funding from Daxia, seemed trivial compared to the brilliance displayed by the savior.
Dream Weaver Rabbit, remaining calm and objective, intervened to temper the more radical suggestions. The AI reminded everyone that Chu Yuanqing had just been warmly embraced on the “Dazzling Stage.” It was crucial for her to experience the joy of idolhood, to feel the love and support of the world. Only through such affection could her love for humanity, the world, and peace be nurtured.
Revealing the harsh truths of the world at this delicate moment could risk shattering the small idol’s values, staining her pure and beautiful heart with fear. And without her unwavering optimism, how could a grand stage be built to banish Disaster?
The room fell silent.
“Dream Weaver is right. We must tread carefully. Otherwise, we might inadvertently become the villains of humanity!”
“In critical times, we must stay composed. Just as the Sacred United Country revealed the truth only after their saintess began to question it, the Donghong Federation must also act with maturity and stability.”
“We must carefully manage public perception of Chu Yuanqing. She must love the world, humanity, and her role as an idol. We cannot allow even the slightest trace of online harassment to harm her.”
“This applies to all idols who awaken their Heart Flow. It is our duty to protect them.”
***
Meanwhile, as discussions unfolded in the central chamber, Chu Yuanqing struggled to maintain her composure as she hurriedly left the Heart Flow training room.
Though she had shown remarkable resilience and defeated the Calamity Seed at the underground core with the Artificial Lantern’s magic power, the battle had pushed her well beyond her limits. The intense focus required had left her physically drained, and the curse’s unrelenting forces once again threatened to unbalance the fragile equilibrium she had fought so hard to maintain.
“That was really foolish—far too impulsive.”
“What if those Calamity Seeds are valuable research materials?”
“I don’t care. It’s simply wrong to expose those children to the influence of the Calamity Seeds.”
“It doesn’t matter now. What I should worry about is whether I’ll be summoned by the officials of Dazzling Stage soon.”
Chu Yuanqing regained her senses, regret and anxiety weighing heavily on her. With her vision blurred, she staggered to the door of her dormitory, propelled only by sheer willpower.
She walked into the room unsteadily and headed straight for the bathroom. Her magical disguise had reached its limit. Her hair turned stark white, as if the color had drained away, and her clear eyes shimmered with a golden tint. Collapsing to her knees, she began coughing up blood uncontrollably.
In the depths of her soul, the sound of a glacier cracking grew louder.
The palace of memories was being swallowed by icy waters.
Malice thick and heavy, like an immortal devil lurking in hell, greedily devoured every fragment of warmth within her.
Loneliness and exhaustion loomed like an abyss, swallowing her over and over again.
The glow of the incandescent lamp blurred at the edge of her vision. The dripping faucet sounded deafening. The summer cicadas’ chirping grew disturbingly grand, echoing as though from another realm.
And then, in the moment the curse rebounded, everything seemed to pull away—so far, so unreachable.
Her consciousness plunged into a sea of shattered glass, falling endlessly into a dark abyss.
As if…
A prisoner seeking redemption.
The curse of the Sea of Truth raged uncontrollably.
Chu Yuanqing’s mind fell into a purgatory of torment, her soul battered by intense agony and despair. Like dry, crackling leaves, her essence shattered, only to stubbornly attempt to heal itself in the dim radiance of flickering hope.
Broken. Fixed. Broken. Fixed.
This was the curse of the Sea of Truth—a punishment that overturned the destinies of billions.
Seventeen years.
6,205 days.
148,920 hours.
8,935,200 seconds.
Chu Yuanqing had endured this relentless pain for what felt like an eternity. If she hadn’t bound the power of memes to herself, achieved the impossible task of self-remembrance to save the world, and continually restored her spirit, she would have perished long before correcting the timeline.
Her achievements were unrecognized. Her glory, unheard.
She was the savior.
The savior destined to drown in obscurity and be forgotten.
There were no flowers, no applause, no congratulations for her.
Only the pure white wall spanning the world bore the doubts and fears of humanity, anchoring her fragile existence.
Each day, on her way to work, Chu Yuanqing would gaze at the wall, terrified of forgetting who she was.
If she forgot, the Ouroboros cycle would break.
Her daughter would be left alone, with no one to care for, protect, or love her unconditionally.
She could not forget. She must survive. She had to live—live until she was no longer needed.
But now, a cruel truth lay bare before her:
It wasn’t just her daughter she needed to protect, but the future of this world as well.
The disaster beast still lurked, and the Calamity God remained a looming threat.
Chu Yuanqing had to endure, fulfill her duty, and survive until the day she could summon Levatin one final time, dragging both herself and the Calamity God into the depths of hell.
So—
“Don’t die.”
Chu Yuanqing once again cast a magical blessing upon herself.
At that moment, her crushing exhaustion and despair ignited like kindling, blazing into a grand torch. The light surged into a towering pillar, pushing back the curse of truth that had nearly consumed her lifespan.
The abyss-like malice finally began to retreat, fading reluctantly like seawater under the moonlight, leaving behind a suffocating chill as it receded.
Chu Yuanqing regained her senses. She coughed a few times and tried to steady herself, reaching to tidy her disheveled appearance. But then, a cool fingertip brushed against her lips, wiping away the bloodstains. The gentle touch brought a strangely comforting sensation.
“Little Qing?”
Startled, Chu Yuanqing looked up.
The man’s platinum blonde hair swayed before her eyes, his stunning face etched with confusion and sorrow.
It was Xie Qingxuan.
