Chapter 299: Kleine: One More Chat Group and the Logic Loop Is Complete

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"How's this counted? A rematch?" Lu Mingfei was still shaking off the fear of just being eliminated.

No sensory game could match Su Lin's fully immersive brawl—the pain and death felt real. Though it had some benefit for self-cultivation and skill refinement, Lu Mingfei had no intention of getting beaten senseless again unless absolutely necessary.

"Don't even think about a rematch—how many times have we wiped out the Dao already?" Zhang Chuanyan grumbled.

"Aren't you off on a real-life date with your online crush? Why are you here in the respawn lobby?" Xiao Yan rubbed his kidney area, still feeling phantom pain from that Kidney-Slaying Redemption.

Zhang Chuanyan wanted to cry: "We agreed on a real-life date, but that half-breed girl was HR—she dragged me into Nidhogg Corp just to hit her KPI!"

They promised a bloody, tearful love battle tonight, but the moment weapons and uniforms were issued, they dumped us straight onto the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei turned his head away—he was just a hands-off boss who only knew daily performance metrics were exploding, clueless about what those half-breeds were actually doing.

Could it be that North Myanmar scheme?!

"But Liu Li Ge isn't from Kongyun Sect either," Ye Fan said to Su Lin. "He's a free cultivator—never joined any sect."

At that moment, Yao Lao whispered something to Xiao Yan's ear and pulled out a token.

Xiao Yan immediately leapt to his feet: "Liu Li Ge is our Dan Alliance's largest supplier—and an Honorary Elder!!!"

"There's only one set of rewards," Su Lin opened his mic, addressing the few 'Voldemort' figures in the cosmos: "Unauthorized personnel, leave. Only one faction will claim the prize in the Penglai instance dungeon. The remaining contenders are Kongyun Sect and..."

Song Shuhang had been celebrating his easy win—until Su Lin's voice drew his attention to the rules, when a long sword suddenly pierced his chest.

He stared in disbelief at the figure behind him—a completely ordinary face.

"Sorry, Shuhang," Han Li withdrew the sword and used the Xutian Ding to erase all traces: "As a cultivator, you must always be wary of everyone in dangerous places."

His chat window held a private message from Xiao Yan sent earlier:

Only one winner. Everyone else is an enemy. All the Awakening Tree tea leaves go to you!

"Please, teach me," Bai White Zunzhe said, surprised but drawing his life-sword, Meteor Sword, and taking the match seriously.

"Congratulations to Kongyun Sect as MVP of this year's Penglai Ruins! Let us welcome the organizer of this simulated universe, Mr. Guangming, to the stage for his address and to present the prize to the victor."

Three leaves of Awakening Tree tea, one Heavenly Dao artifact (weakened version) that can be taken out of the simulated universe, a quantity of spirit stones, one ton of Time Sand, and a complete set of immortal cultivation techniques proven successful in the simulated universe.

"I'll just say two things. First: second." Su Lin handed the mic back to the stunned hostess, then placed a pile of exchange vouchers into Bai White Zunzhe's hands.

Simultaneously, Su Lin presented a trophy forged from Immortal Metal, engraved with a statue of Su Lin in a contemplative pose.

"Hold the cup! Claim the cup belonging to Kongyun Sect!!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Amidst fireworks, streamers, and cultivator journalists, the final award ceremony for the Penglai Free-for-All concluded successfully.

Soon after, Bai White Zunzhe and Su Lin passed through a spatial gate back to the grand palace where the main cast waited—the sky above shimmered with auroras, night and darkness merged, and cold winds swept in from distant snow-capped mountains.

"Bai White Zunzhe, what do you think of this simulated universe and the movie?" Su Lin asked, opening his system.

"Excellent, Su Lin Daofriend. Thank you for inviting us to such an interesting event," Bai White Zunzhe chuckled.

"Good, good," Su Lin replied, then opened the system's lottery function and added cautiously: "May I ask—what's your personal impression?"

"Personal impression?" Bai White Zunzhe frowned. His black hair fluttered in the frosty wind as he smoothed it. "I'm happy."

"Happy is good, happy is good!" Su Lin immediately closed the lottery interface without even watching the animation or checking what he won—just testing the waters. If it worked, he'd have a path next time.

As the two entered the hall, everyone had already waited long—cameras and lights surrounded them; high-backed stone chairs, copied directly from Miss Kelaien's Source Fortress, lined the room, but the Tarot symbols on them had been replaced with mysterious runes.

On the nearby screen, footage played: countless translucent, phantom figures emerged from the third layer of the Three-Era Bronze Coffin—figures of all kinds, many with familiar faces.

Two of these figures, upon reaching the second-layer world, merged with Bai White Zunzhe and Han Li.

"Just a few final lines left."

Behind the stairs, the writers and directors signaled each unit to prepare as Su Lin and Bai White Zunzhe entered.

After Su Lin and Bai White Zunzhe took their designated seats, tendrils of black mist rose, transforming the once-sacred hall into something eerie.

Su Lin pulled out the projection stone containing Meng Qi's pre-recorded video and projected Meng Qi, dressed as Yuan Shi Tianzun, then nodded to the staff on the other side.

Su Lin sat upright at the center-left position and spoke clearly: "It seems those who should awaken—and those who shouldn't—are all here."

"Separated for countless eons, you still haven't shed this form?" Zhong Li summoned a celestial star, crossed his legs, and sneered: "Even if you're not mere remnants, after returning, you still choose this existence?"

"Looks like I did good by accident," Kleine removed the gray mist obscuring his face, adjusted his single monocle carved from crystal: "It's just reversed, what's the big deal? Did I catch you and the Dimensional Witch in the middle of something, and now you're embarrassed?"

"Myself fully reversed, I must eliminate you as an obstruction," Su Lin smiled slightly. "Unbound by past responsibilities, this form of mine may be the answer itself."

Master Tunyun froze, frantically flipping through the script—this line wasn't there.

"Thank goodness the new world survived this brawl," Bai White Zunzhe smiled. "What a pleasant dream."

"Thanks to you all, this fragile new world that barely survived is about to be destroyed again," Ye Fan sneered. "Even if we no longer cling to ancient grudges and wish to preserve this world, it's meaningless."

"Hmph, just recreate a new world later?" Xiao Yan grinned wickedly. "Besides, one new world isn't enough for all our bodies to divide."

"Then I'll fight you again," Lu Mingfei put on a fierce expression.

Luckily, the makeup team had tidied up his usual messy hair and dressed him in a bespoke Sui Xifu and calf-leather boots, matching his character's archetype.

"Your eyes hold a lion," Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Nidhogg."

Master Tunyun checked again—this line wasn't there either. He tossed the script behind him and let these seniors have their fun.

My task's done. Tomorrow's off. Do whatever you want.

"Are you satisfied with this situation, Yuan Shi Tian Mo?" Su Lin secretly pressed the remote—the playback device activated Meng Qi's line.

Amidst swirling mist, Meng Qi spoke loudly:

"Hehehe, after Yang Erlang vanished, our bodies will return from history. Though we never intended this, after being severely wounded, our souls, power, and flesh split into three parts—we cannot control our bodies' instinct to devour the world's origin to heal our ancient wounds."

"But this new world holds unique meaning for many here. Its birth and existence are miracles. If it perishes, we may not be able to rewind time after fully returning to correct our mistakes."

"Then the old war of annihilation will surely restart—you kill me, I kill you—but we these beings cannot be truly eradicated, can we?"

"Then what do you suggest?" Ye Fan said coldly. "Originally, Yang Erlang and I each sealed one world—enough to keep everyone asleep in dreams. Now you've schemed this chaos and ruined all our efforts."

"Indeed. To let this new world, born from fragments of myriad realms, perish would be a pity," Han Li spoke. "Many of our old friends' souls still sleep within this world."

"Won't you look beyond this world?" Li Huowang, portraying Ji Zai, turned his head; the copper coin mask clattered: "If you can't bear to leave this world, devour others. Our awakening is inevitable—and the only outcome."

"The Minor Thousand Worlds are meaningless. The Middle Thousand Worlds yield negligible results. The Myriad Worlds? Hah. Those Myriad Worlds with origins alien to ours would require devouring countless others just to satisfy the most basic instincts of our bodies." After delivering his line, Su Lin pressed the remote again: "What are you really planning?"

"It seems none of you have realized yet: Yang Jian's assimilation of his own power with his world has given us a warning." Meng Qi's projection resumed its youthful form and said:

"Within this new world, all of our origins can synchronize with it. No matter our past roots, we are now all on the same boat—sharing the same fate."

"You mean everyone willingly unites with this new world—so when one of us devours a world with matching origin, all of us benefit?" Zhongli's solemn voice rang out: "Fascinating. This way, not only can we restore ourselves to our peak, our Dao principles will align—and we may even uncover a stronger path!"

"But then most of us must establish new reincarnations—rebirth early, merging our power into the new world while buying time," Su Lin said.

"It doesn't matter. As long as I can continue walking the path of destruction, I'm fine either way," Xing waved his hand.

"You're even crazier than I was in the past," Lu Mingfei cursed.

"Interesting," Li Huowang said. "I recall—myself included—many of us came alone to this world in ancient times. If we return and devour the remnants of worlds that still hold our power or origin, feeding them into this new world, wouldn't that accelerate our recovery?"

Su Lin nodded. "Asazathoth, the Ancestor of Time, and that swordsman from the future—your worlds still exist, don't they?"

"So this is your plan," Kleine said, drawing a black top hat from the air and placing it on his head. "It sounds intriguing. I'll join—even if I have no idea how long it'll take to find my old world."

The scene fell silent.

After about ten seconds, Su Lin spoke again: "We can act separately—devouring other heavens and worlds while searching for those worlds that still hold our legends, and those that gave birth to us."

"I dislike it—but this seems the only way to preserve the new world," Bai White Zunzhe frowned, then reluctantly decided: "Ah… the consequences of past sins."

"What will happen to the worlds we devour?" The swordsman, portraying Weigong Shilang, had remained silent until now, cradling the phantom of a girl in his arms. He asked quietly, his voice heavy with inner turmoil.

Su Lin pressed the switch again.

"We're not demons," Meng Qi's phantom smiled. "Though the process is cruel, in the end, these worlds become part of the new world—life will be reborn, but no longer as who they were."

"Bringing an end to countless worlds, then becoming the symbol of rebirth in the new era—clever indeed," Su Lin smiled at Weigong Shilang.

"You may refuse to join. But if you do, the girl in your arms will vanish utterly across the heavens and worlds—even I, in my full power, could not retrieve her. She bore countless wishes beyond limits. This reincarnation was her last chance—but she chose to force herself further for you."

"We admire what you did on the Day of Annihilation. We can send you back to your former world for another reincarnation."

"After countless reincarnations, the world's origin bearing her soul's information will slowly heal its wounds. Your memories will gradually awaken at some point across countless timelines."

"Then…" Weigong Shilang paused. "What's the cost?"

Su Lin spread his arms. A dark cross-shaped shadow appeared behind him, as if countless worlds' light shone upon it—only to be devoured by the black cross.

"Join us. Become one of the Devourers of All Worlds."

Due to the accidental intrusion of an outside demonic cultivator, the predetermined cycle of time was shattered. After the seal in the forbidden zone was broken, the Annihilation Crisis of all heavens and worlds

arrived.

"I see you're torn," Kleine walked over, cane in hand, a smile on his lips. "Before the Annihilation, one of my avatars told you at the Supreme Sword Sect: you cannot escape separation."

"But fate isn't always unbreakable—it depends on your choice."

"I feel sympathy for you. It's an emotion worth remembering. Here—let me give you one chance: ask her what her wish is. After all, the Holy Grail, which grants all beings' wishes and interferes with infinite time, has never fulfilled its own. That's too tragic."

Kleine snapped his fingers. The girl briefly regained a physical form, but her eyes, when opened, were clouded with confusion.

"Ilyaa," Weigong Shilang blinked. "What… is your wish?"

At that moment, Kleine's lips curled into a faint smile. The camera zoomed in.

"I want… to live… with Shilang."

Weigong Shilang knelt on the ground, embracing the girl, weeping: "I promise you!"

Moments later, he rose, stumbling forward along the luminous staircase—crafted by Su Lin, seeming to pierce infinite time—toward a dark door ahead.

"This experience was fascinating," Kleine lightly adjusted his hat and smiled at Su Lin. "Could I have the remnant soul of Qu Yanping? I'd like to extract these memories and turn them into a film—something humans now love."

Su Lin pinched between his index and middle fingers, plucking out a flickering light, and tossed it to Kleine.

"It seems Weigong-sir has left," Kleine crushed the light into fragments. Dozens of glowing orbs floated in the oppressive hall, displaying every memory of Qu Yanping's life: "I'll find a way to send them to his world later."

"Of course—after he wakes up."

"Click!"

The crew descended the staircase, gradually packing up equipment. Some cultivators used artifacts to reclaim the black mist just filmed.

"What are you eating tonight?" Ye Fan asked.

"Whatever," Su Lin said. "If you're treating, I won't complain. Lu Mingfei, go wake up Lu Fei—he's been sleeping with his eyes closed."

"Shouldn't it be your treat? Where's the celebration banquet?" Xiao Yan eyed the opposite side, where Bai White Zunzhe was dividing rewards with Song Shuhang—just barely missing a comeback for the Dan Alliance.

"The day after tomorrow, or the day after that," Su Lin tapped the air, distributing rewards to all cultivators. His heart burned with impatience—he wanted to finish everything and see what he'd drawn.

"There really is a celebration banquet? Good, boss is generous," Xiao Yan whistled.

"Then come to Liyue tomorrow night," Zhongli said, his golden eyes sweeping the group. "It's nearly the Lantern Festival. If you're free and interested, gather at Liyue."

"Agreed," Han Li nodded.

Su Lin thought for a moment, then suddenly recalled a cost-saving idea: "Why not combine it? I'll provide Zui Xian Niang and similar drinks."

Zhongli paused, weighing the capacity of Xin Yue Xuan or Liu Li Ge, then said: "Renting the venue outright should be fine."

"That's perfect—" Su Lin hadn't finished when Song Shuhang asked a question.

Song Shuhang asked: "Does the Wangsheng Hall have enough funds?"

Su Lin: "…"

Zhongli: "…"

Maybe we should just forget it.

Su Lin regretted his thoughtlessness, turned to shift the topic—but saw Kleine sitting in his chair, staring at the filming equipment, silent.

"Lao Zhou, what are you daydreaming about?" Su Lin called out.

"I'm wondering if we can add a setting," Kleine said.

Master Tunyun, who was hauling and storing props, stumbled, swallowed hard, and stared in disbelief from afar.

"What setting?" Su Lin asked.

"Look, we're reincarnated and devouring countless worlds across the multiverse—there's a flaw here: how do we stay connected?" Kleine analyzed.

"In my view, let's create a Multiverse Chat Group. When we reincarnate and relive past events, pull us into the group—our memories gradually return, and without realizing it, we seize the primordial essence of countless worlds, until we fully awaken."

Kleine grew more enthusiastic the more he analyzed; he felt inspiration surging.

"This completes the logical loop."

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Su Lin, why are you drawing your sword?"

He suddenly noticed everyone staring at him with an eerily strange expression—especially Su Lin, who had drawn the Azure Jade Void Sword.

"Plug his mouth shut!!!"

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