Chapter 163: Possibility

Gu Li's pupils, at this moment, suddenly shrank to the most dangerous needle tip!

World-Destruction Level......

World-Destruction Level!!!

Her breathing halted.

The blood throughout her body seemed to freeze into ice in an instant.

An indescribable chill surged from her tailbone straight to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, making every hair on her body stand on end!

She, stiffly, frame by frame, twisted her neck, looked through the car window toward the silhouette that had just passed by.

Fear.

Boundless fear, like a black tide, completely drowned Gu Li's tiny consciousness.

She opened her mouth wide, yet no cry for help could emerge; her throat felt as if filled with cement.

She felt she was not in the car but stripped naked, standing alone before the boundless cosmic Abyss, confronting an ancient evil god slowly opening its eyes, capable of devouring an entire galaxy.

That silhouette, plainly ordinary, in her eyes twisted and swelled, becoming an indescribable, unwatchable embodiment of terror.

It's over.

Dead.

I'm going to die.

Team Leader Qin is also going to die.

We're all going to die!

Just as Gu Li's reason was about to be completely crushed by this overwhelming fear.

Chu Che, who had already taken a few steps, paused his stride slightly.

He did not look back.

He simply, very naturally, lifted his slender, fair right hand and lightly snapped his fingers at the air beside him.

"Snap."

Crisp.

Pleasant.

Like a lover's whisper, yet also like a deity's casual sigh.

Inside the carriage.

The detection device, on the brink of exploding and wailing madly, had all alarms and screeches abruptly cease.

The blazing screen instantly reverted to the initial standby interface, the scorching temperature suddenly cooled in an instant, returning to the metal's original chill.

The broken needle was intact as before.

Everything returned to normal.

No.

Wrong.

The matter was reversed.

Time was rewound.

The tears on Gu Li's face, shed from extreme terror, had not yet dried, and she still held the posture of imminent collapse.

Yet the memory in her mind of that cataclysmic, world‑shattering terror, of those three black characters, seemed to be violently seized by an invisible giant hand and then casually erased.

A brand‑new, false memory was forced into her.

"Eh?"

Gu Li blinked, the terror and tear stains on her face quickly fading, replaced by a blank bewilderment.

Outside the car.

Chu Che's mouth corner lifted a faint, indiscernible curve.

He raised his hand, gently nudged the gold‑thread‑rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, the lenses reflecting the street's neon.

He opened the car door, stepped in, and started it.

The black sedan silently merged into traffic, soon vanishing into the night.

A few minutes later, Qin Zhixia returned to the car.

She instantly saw Gu Li rubbing her eyes with a bewildered expression, muttering under her breath.

"What's wrong?" Qin Zhixia asked casually as she started the car.

Gu Li shook her head in confusion, her delicate brows furrowing.

"I don't know, Qin Team, I think I zoned out just now; I feel… I feel like I forgot something important, but I can't recall it, my brain's like glue."

Qin Zhixia was extremely perceptive.

She immediately sensed something amiss.

She glanced at the detector on Gu Li's wrist; everything was normal.

But Gu Li's absent‑mindedness, that heartfelt unease and confusion, quietly planted a discordant seed in her heart.

On the other side.

Chu Che took off his coat and tossed it onto the sofa.

He walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the myriad lights of the city below.

The dazzling lights, to his eyes, were merely flickering specks on a chessboard.

At that moment, he was like a solitary creator, quietly examining the myriad lives in petri dishes within his own laboratory.

The developments of the Dongdao Incident and the Chicago Incident still gave him a deeper understanding of humanity's ugliness.

Taking Dongdao as an example, Lingmu Jianer's resentment destroyed a nation.

What can truly turn that nation into a living hell is the primal malice of humanity, fully unleashed after the internet cut off, in desperation and hunger.

Robbery, arson, slaughter.

All of that has nothing to do with Weird.

It is only humanity itself that drags itself into the Abyss.

"Simple restrictions and judgments may still not be enough."

Chu Che murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the spacious room.

"It's like cancer that cannot be completely eradicated; give it a little chance, and humanity's evil will proliferate wildly until it devours everything."

"Perhaps… I should make some adjustments to the plan."

Chu Che slowly closed his eyes.

The power of the wish ghost can warp reality and grant wishes.

So, can it fulfill… a wish aimed at 'me'?

A thought surfaced in Chu Che's mind.

He decided to employ the 'wish ghost' power.

Not for wealth, not for power.

But to temporarily strengthen and remodel his own brain.

He intends to upgrade his brain into a super biological computer that surpasses the era and the limits of human cognition.

He will use this computer to simulate.

To calculate.

To see clearly where his thorn‑laden 'Path to Divinity' will ultimately lead.

To discern whether his grand 'Shepherd' plan still harbors flaws he has not yet noticed.

To understand the final outcome of this world, already gravely diseased.

Countless possibilities, countless divergent world lines will swirl, collide, and evolve in his mind like a galaxy.

And he will select from them the single correct road that leads to the ultimate 'Divine Kingdom'.

Chu Che's consciousness sank into that vortex woven from innumerable possibilities.