Chapter 573: Discard the System! At Last I Have Reclaimed My Soul

The saying "System is technique, Dao is the root" kept echoing.

Technique can be taken away, but the root remains in the bones, etched deep in the soul.

Qin Hao saw the Chief struggling under that inexplicable pressure.

That was just a small trick Xuan Du casually employed.

There were no complex algorithms, no hierarchical suppression—purely a higher-level command.

If the Bureau of Execution controls the addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division of the universe, then what Xuan Du holds is the pen that writes those formulas.

The system panel was still flashing red.

【Warning! Authorization has been overwritten!】

【System is being forcibly shut down!】

Qin Hao spat.

He no longer looked at that annoying panel, but closed his eyes.

He recalled every step he had taken so far.

From when his girlfriend proposed a breakup, activating the system, handing it over to the nation, then leading the Yanhuang Civilization to burst out of the planet, and onward to these crises.

At every life-and-death juncture, did he rely on the system?

No, he relied on that stubborn, unyielding grit that refuses to bow.

He relied on the determination of the trillions of Yanhuang descendants behind him to pierce the heavens.

Such a thing cannot be written in code.

The Bureau of Execution's logic has no such item.

Qin Hao felt a faint fluctuation, a tremor coming from within the Yanhuang universe.

Qin Zheng, Qin Si, Qin Wu, Qin An, and countless trillions of Yanhuang people.

Even if the system shuts down, even if the homeland's barrier is collapsing.

The resonance of those souls not only did not weaken, but grew even fiercer in the face of desperation.

At this moment, Qin Hao no longer needed the system as a translator.

He directly touched those souls.

He discovered that when these souls gathered together, that in itself was a Dao.

A way of survival that refuses to yield, refuses to bow, and forever advances toward the unknown.

"I understand."

Qin Hao said softly.

He slowly rose to his feet, without using the locked system.

His consciousness spread outward.

No longer trying to modify any logic, nor writing any program.

He merely told this space: it does not belong to the Bureau of Execution; it bears the surname Qin.

His will began to take root in this white palace complex.

The rules that had stiffened due to the Chief's authorization felt another, more primitive force.

Not cold commands, but a living will imbued with warmth and roar.

The Chief was being tormented by Xuan Du's methods.

He noticed Qin Hao's change.

"Impossible… you're just a vessel; your core has been sealed!"

The Chief screamed.

His illusory body flickered faster and faster.

Qin Hao took a step.

"You call it the core; I call it a cage."

Qin Hao stared at the Chief, his tone calm enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"You manufactured these things, scattered them across the universe, making people desperately chase those numbers, wearing themselves out."

"When everyone is fattened up, you come to harvest."

"What a profitable business."

Qin Hao raised his hand.

He needed no scepter, nor any truth sequence.

He simply wanted the Chief to disappear.

This thought, in an instant, blanketed the order within a radius of trillions of miles.

The white buildings began to collapse on a large scale.

It was not a collapse due to logical error, but because their foundations were replaced.

The rule of this land now is: 【If Qin Hao says this place should collapse, it cannot remain standing.

This is true "word becomes law," the "principle" Xuan Du demonstrated.

The Chief horrifiedly discovered that his authorization key had failed.

He could no longer take over anything.

Because this space no longer recognizes the Bureau of Execution's coding.

"You… you actually forcibly modified the underlying baseline…"

The Chief felt an unprecedented despair.

All his sense of superiority was built upon this logic set by the hatchery.

When encountering someone who doesn't play by these rules, he is like a creditor holding worthless paper.

Qin Hao gave him no chance to continue his nonsense.

He closed his five fingers together.

An indescribable force fell upon the Chief.

That was a deprivation.

It deprived him of his right to exist in this dimension.

The Chief's silhouette was like an erased pencil mark, disappearing from the feet upward.

He frantically struck that scepter.

Red light flickered wildly on the scepter, but not a single spark could be emitted.

"No! Behind me is the hatchery! Doing this will invite destruction!"

The Chief's last words echoed in the void.

Afterwards, he utterly returned to nothingness.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

As the Chief fell, the logic chain sealing Qin Hao's system shattered.

The panel in his mind lit up again.

But Qin Hao only glanced at it, then swept it to the corner of his consciousness.

His feeling now was like someone accustomed to a crutch who suddenly discovers he can run and jump.

That freedom was more intoxicating than mastering several thousand zetta of Energy Points.

Xuan Du rode the green ox, smiling narrowly as he watched all this.

"His actions were a bit slow, but still quite clear."

Xuan Du jumped back onto the ox's back.

He seemed to have no interest in the mess all over the ground.

Qin Hao offered a salute to Xuan Du.

He performed that salute very sincerely.

If it weren't for that old Daoist's intervention, the Yanhuang Civilization would probably really have become a dish today.

"Thanks."

Qin Hao spoke.

Xuan Du waved his hand.

"Don't rush to thank me; the trouble has just begun."

"The Chief is dead; those big shots eyeing the pot should wake up."

He patted the green ox's ears.

The green ox flicked its tail and turned away.

"Take care of that stuff behind you yourself."

"Once you've taken it, leave quickly; this place is too authentic, I don't like it."

Having said that, the green ox stepped into a void rift.

Qin Hao stared at the place where Xuan Du had left, remaining silent for a long time.

Qin Wu finally brought people charging over at this moment.

He looked at the empty central area, then glanced at Qin Hao standing there.

"Dad? Just now... did the Chief get taken out?"

Qin Hao turned his head, looking at the group of executors already stunned like wooden chickens.

Those executors lost the Chief's command and were also shocked by the power of that recent hoof strike; now they are like a group of puppets with cut strings.

Qin Hao pointed to the Yanhuang Universe behind him.

"Go, move everything that can be moved from here."

"Don't leave even a single nail for them."

A flash of ruthlessness passed through his eyes.

Since we've already opened hostilities, we might as well do it thoroughly.

Qin Hao's command was like a gale, sweeping across the entire Execution Bureau Headquarters.

Those executors who were once high and mighty are now merely the most ridiculous backdrop.

They watched Qin Wu lead fierce warriors charging into their holy hall.

No sympathy, no hesitation.

The Yanhuang Civilization had pent up its fire for too long, finally finding an outlet.

Qin Si's consciousness had already spread throughout the headquarters network.

"Dad, I have already controlled the central system."

Qin Si's voice sounded somewhat excited, yet also fatigued.

"The highest authority has been secured, and the civilization-wide wanted order is being lifted."