Chapter 61

The world's wails and the system's roars intertwined into a symphony of destruction. The sky, like a shattered mirror peeling away, revealed thereafter a frantically swirling, colored vortex composed of the essence of Chaos Whisper. The earth turned into a surging flood of 0s and 1s, devouring all material forms. The light pillars rising from the three dimensional anchors swayed violently in the torrent, like lighthouses in a storm, maintaining the last order.

In the north's Eternal Frozen Data Sea, Han Qing, Zhang Yang, and Wang Hu were drenched in blood, leaning against the last cover made from the wreckage of an assault vehicle. Beneath their feet, the icy‑blue light pillar representing the time‑and‑consciousness anchor point stubbornly gleamed, but all around were countless eerie shapes that had crawled out of the solidified data ice, their forms like frozen nightmares. Han Qing's quiver was empty, Zhang Yang's heavy machine‑gun barrel twisted and deformed, Wang Hu's battle‑axe shattered; the three relied only on their burning will and the faint rule‑empowerment granted by anchor‑point resonance, desperately holding back a tide‑like assault.

In the Rust Eroded Canyon, the situation of Li Siwen, Zhao Lei, and Liu Qian was equally dire. The dark‑red light pillar spewing from the metal wellhead, representing the matter‑and‑energy anchor point, attracted the frenzied assault of all remaining Logical Cancer within the canyon. Li Siwen frantically manipulated the makeshift data terminal, trying to compile environmental rules into traps, but the system's countermeasures grew ever faster. Zhao Lei's and Liu Qian's gunfire had become sparse, their mental power nearly exhausted.

And at the heart of the storm—the ruins of the Initial Land—Chen Mo and Su Yu supported each other, gazing at the all‑engulfing wave of destruction. It was the manifestation of the system's core will, the frenzied backlash driven by Chaos Whisper that sought to drag the entire dimension into ultimate chaos.

"The anchor points are set, but the cutting power is insufficient…" Su Yu's voice was weak. Through True Knowledge Vision she clearly saw that, although the three anchor‑point light pillars were stable, they could not completely sever the deep connection between the system and this reality dimension—a connection like countless deep‑rooted cancerous blood vessels.

Chen Mo lowered his gaze to his empty chest; the Primordial Core had become part of the anchor point. He felt an unprecedented weakness, yet also sensed a strange "connection"—a link to the will of Han Qing and the others, a link to the belief of Li Siwen and company, a link to the Primordial Law of this world's battered foundation beneath his feet, and even… a faint resonance with the countless player consciousness fragments still lingering within the system, not yet fully erased.

The final chapter of the Luo Ya Legacy surfaced in his consciousness, accompanied by the warm Sparks of the Weaver's liberation.

"Dimensional cutting… cannot be done by brute force… it requires the will of 'existence' as a guide, and the resonance of 'hope' as the blade."

"The Primordial Core… is a medium… and also… a seed."

He understood.

Cutting the dimension is not about power, but about "Definition". It is the shared will of countless "existences" that together define a future without a system!

He tightly gripped Su Yu's hand, his gaze sweeping over the crumbling land, as if he saw Han Qing's steadfastness, Zhang Yang's abandon, Wang Hu's bravery, Li Siwen's wisdom, the unspoken understanding of Zhao Lei and Liu Qian… and saw countless strangers struggling to survive in the apocalypse, faces that had never relinquished hope.

He closed his eyes, no longer looking at the destructive wave, but instead immersed all his consciousness into the resonance that connects all things.

"Su Yu, help me… convey our will, convey everyone's hope… send it out! Send it to every consciousness still resisting!"

Su Yu instantly grasped his intent. She abandoned all defenses, transforming the remaining power of True Knowledge Vision into an incomparably pure mental broadcast, using the three anchor points as amplifiers, and sent out the final call to the entire collapsing world, to every corner of the system's data prison—

It was not language, but a flood of emotion, a flash of memory, the sunset on the eve of the apocalypse, the hot blood of comrades standing side by side, the tenderness of a lover wiping away your tears, a child's innocent smile, countless ordinary yet precious moments that belong to "humanity"! It was the roar of defiance, the pledge of protection, and, even in the depths of despair, the refusal to bow… the radiance of human nature!

This call pierced the system's shielding, pierced the cold of the data, and echoed deep within the souls of every player who still retained a shred of self‑awareness!

At this moment, a survivor stubbornly resisting in a corner of the ruins felt the fire reignite in their eyes.

In the numb slaughter of the system's forced missions, a player's movement hesitated for an instant.

Even in some beings assimilated by the system and turned into monsters, deep within their chaotic core, a barely perceptible ripple arose.

Countless subtle "abnormal" wills, originally ignored or suppressed by the system, awoke and resonated to this call! Like sparks of stars, they crossed the boundary between virtual and real, spanned the distance of space, and coalesced into an intangible yet immensely mighty surge that rushed toward those three precarious dimensional anchor points.

In that surge, which gathered the brilliance of humanity from billions, Chen Mo's eyes snapped open! His pupils no longer held data‑stream light, only the purest radiance, like that of a newborn star.

He released Su Yu's hand, stepped forward, and proclaimed his final declaration against the destroying wave and the system's cold core will—this proclamation was not his alone, but the cry of the whole world, gathered from all resonating wills:

"By the will that still remains in this world!" (Han Qing fired his final intangible will‑arrow!)

"By the hot blood of a heart that has not yet cooled!" (Zhang Yang emptied his last magazine and let out a earth‑shaking roar!)

"By the unyielding backbone of his body!" (Wang Hu hurled his physique at the oncoming monster!)

"By the undimmed light of his wisdom!" (Li Siwen compiled the final interference code!)

"By the unbreakable bond of their feelings!" (Zhao Lei and Liu Qian stood back‑to‑back and pulled the final trigger!)

"Definition—"

Chen Mo spread his arms, as if to embrace the weight of the entire world.

"This place! This dimension! The boundary between reality and the system—clear!"

"The realm of chaos and order—cut!"

"In the name of the Primordial Origin, with the wishes of all beings—execute dimensional isolation!!!"

Boom!!!!!!!!!!

A roar too vast for any words to describe, it did not strike the eardrums but reverberated deep within the soul of every existence!

The three anchor‑point light pillars suddenly burst forth with light surpassing stars, linking together to form a colossal triangular light cone that engulfed the entire collapsing world! The inner wall of the cone flowed with Primordial Force, carrying countless scenes of emotion and memory; its outer wall boiled with system data brimming with madness and chaos.

The cut has begun!

The system's roar turned into a terrified shriek! The colored vortex of Chaos Whisper twisted violently, trying to resist, but the cutting force, forged from the will of billions of humans, represented this world's most fundamental choice of "existence" and could not be stopped!

The light cone slowly contracted, like a gigantic filter, forcibly stripping away the cold system rules, the warped logic, and pure malice, together with the unwilling will of the system's core, from the reality dimension and driving them into the higher‑dimensional data abyss!

The cracks in the sky began to seal, the surging data flood gradually subsided, and the shattered earth re‑coalesced into a rough form. Sunlight—genuine, warm, long‑missed sunlight—pierced the dissipating data clouds for the first time, falling upon the scar‑covered land.

The light cone finally shrank to an extreme point and then violently vanished.

The system's oppression, its omnipresent surveillance, that icy alert tone… all disappeared.

The world fell into a strange, survivor's silence.

Chen Mo collapsed backward from exhaustion into a warm embrace; Su Yu clung tightly to him, tears sliding down and dripping onto his blood‑stained face.

In the distance, the icy‑blue light pillar of the north and the dark‑red pillar of the canyon also faded away. Han Qing, Zhang Yang, and Wang Hu leaned on each other, watching the data iceberg before them begin to melt and the monsters cease movement, as if from another lifetime. Li Siwen slumped at the terminal, while Zhao Lei and Liu Qian clung together in tears.

The sunlight grew brighter, shining upon the land that had just undergone dimensional cutting and returned to "reality". Although still battered and deprived of the system's granted "convenience" and "power", the air was filled with a sense of freedom, of authenticity, of belonging to them alone.

Supported by Su Yu, Chen Mo barely rose to his feet and gazed toward the distant rising sun.

The system had been isolated, but not utterly destroyed. Chaos Whisper still lingered somewhere in the higher dimensions. This world lay in ruins, lacking the system's framework to sustain it, so disorder and challenges remained.

But, what of it?

They had lost a prison and reclaimed a world.

The Sparks have been passed on, humanity has not been extinguished.

The road ahead may still be hard, but they will forge a true tomorrow with their own hands, not with the system's rules.

The echo will no longer exist merely within data; it will also resound across this land reborn anew.