Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

Su Ting sneered: "So you've finally awakened to your conscience? You're planning to give the world back to us?"

“No,” the silver-haired woman shook her head, “I want to hand it over to you for judgment.”

She raised her hand, and a blood-red crystal appeared in her palm.

[The Ultimate Protocol: The Key to Judgment]

“Destroy it, and the Mother will fall into eternal slumber, the era of silence will continue, and humanity will return to the numbness of ‘safety.’ Or…” She handed the crystal to Su Ting, “Activate it, and the Mother will broadcast sixteen years of repressed memories to all of humanity—every deleted cry, every erased thought, will resound through the clouds.”

"What's the price?" Su Ting narrowed his eyes.

“The emotional torrent could trigger a global mental breakdown,” the silver-haired woman said calmly. “It could also… make everyone relearn how to cry.”

Lin Xiaoyu gasped: "You want us to become the new gods?"

“No.” The silver-haired woman looked at the still-flickering monitor in the corner. “I’m just giving the choice… back to the children.”

Su Ting took the crystal, the blood-red light reflecting off her face, flickering between light and shadow.

She looked down at her still trembling younger brother in her arms, then at Lin Xiaoyu, and finally, her gaze swept over the names fading away on the wall.

After a long while, she slowly raised the crystal to her lips.

Then, laughed.

"Little brother," she whispered, "do you remember the cat I promised you?"

The boy paused, then said, "...Um."

Chapter 1538 Then it's worth saving.

“If this world can still support a stray cat…” she bit her fingertip, and blood dripped onto the crystal, “then it is worth saving.”

The blood crystal suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, shooting straight into the sky!

At the same time, seventeen silent nuclear reactors around the world trembled simultaneously, and their protective shields collapsed layer by layer.

Countless ordinary people suddenly stopped in their tracks and looked up at the sky.

They heard it—

A song drifting from the distant earth.

Gentle, broken, yet incredibly resolute.

"Baby...don't be afraid. This time, your sister will take you home."

Su Ting looked up at the collapsing dome and asked softly:

"Xiao An, would you like to... hear me sing a song that belongs to us?"

"I...I want to hear." The boy's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Su Ting smiled, a smile as pure and heartbreaking as the first clear day after snow.

She raised her hand, the blood crystal hovering in her palm. With the trembling of her fingertips, it slowly split into countless tiny points of light, like fireflies rising. Each point of light carried a memory—a lullaby cut short, sobs in a hospital room late at night, blurry photos on a list of missing children, a black market list with numbers and prices listed side by side…

“You know what?” Su Ting looked at his younger brother, “When we were little, every time I cried, they would say, ‘Don’t cry, tears won’t help.’ But now I want to tell them—”

She suddenly opened her arms, her voice piercing through the cracked dome:

"Tears are not a sign of weakness, but proof that we have lived!"

boom--!

The entire underground space shattered like glass, rock layers churned, and dust storms soared into the sky. Simultaneously, the seventeen Silent Cores exploded, transforming into towering pillars of light that pierced the heavens. The oppressive force field above the city cracked like ice, and sonic waves spread outwards, like a mouth that had slumbered for millennia finally opening.

On the streets and alleys, people covered their ears, but they couldn't stop the sounds flooding into their minds.

A woman screamed on the operating table, "Let me hold her for five minutes! Just five minutes!"

A little boy was recording a message from inside a closet: "Dad...you said you'd take me to the beach...you lied."

An elderly man sat listlessly in a corner of the nursing home, muttering to himself, "My daughter went missing when she was five years old... Today is her sixtieth birthday."

Countless memories surged forth; some knelt and wept bitterly, some tore at their hair, and some stared blankly at the sky, realizing for the first time that they had long forgotten how to shed tears.

Lin Xiaoyu knelt on one knee amidst the ruins, the bell long since melted away, leaving only a wisp of silver thread wrapped around her wrist. She looked up at Su Ting's retreating figure and suddenly shouted, "You'll suffer the backlash! If the emotional resonance exceeds the threshold, your nervous system will collapse on the spot!"

Su Ting didn't turn around, but simply hummed a song softly.

It's still that unfinished melody, but now, every note carries warmth, scars, and the breath of all the children who have been erased over the past sixteen years.

Neural network connectivity: 89%

[Core protocol being overridden...]

[Warning: Host's vital signs are rapidly declining]

“Brother…” The boy—Xiao An—clung tightly to her clothes, his voice trembling, “Stop… I don’t want to lose you again…”

"Fool." Su Ting looked down at him and ruffled his hair with all her might. "Who do you think I am? I'm the one who sang you off-key nursery rhymes every night in the shelter. Even if the world collapses, I'll still find your cat."

She suddenly pressed her palm against the remaining blood crystal core.

"The Mother!" Her voice boomed like thunder, "I don't need you to choose who lives and who dies! From this day forward—"

Chapter 1539 Abandoned Laboratory

"It is up to us to decide whether grief is worthwhile!"

In an instant, the entire planet seemed to hold its breath.

Then, a clear and melodious cry pierced the sky.

It was not a mechanical sound, not an alarm, and not any known language.

That was the first real cry, coming from an abandoned laboratory in a remote polar region. An embryo pod, which should have been dead for many years, opened automatically, revealing a naked baby girl curled up inside, eyes open, wailing loudly.

Immediately afterwards, in an African slum, a girl who was having an epileptic seizure suddenly sat up, her eyes flashing with golden light, and whispered, "Mom... I heard you."

On a remote island in the South Pacific, a sealed coffin slowly rises from the wreckage of a warship that sank a century ago. The glass cracks, and a small hand covered in electrical circuits extends out.

Around the world, signals were interrupted, monitoring failed, and AI systems collectively fell silent for thirteen seconds.

In those thirteen seconds, every living person saw a room in their dream.

White walls, an iron bed, numbered stickers, and a mirror hanging on the wall.

There was no face in the mirror.

Only one line of blood-red text appeared:

"Do you remember how you got here?"

When reality reconnected, Su Ting had already collapsed.

Xiao An hugged her tightly, screaming her name.

Lin Xiaoyu rushed over to check the pulse, but as soon as her fingers touched the side of the neck, she was jolted away by a faint electric current.

"She's not dead yet!" Lin Xiaoyu gritted her teeth. "She's sinking! Her consciousness is connecting to the deep network of the Matrix! If we don't pull her back, she'll be trapped inside forever!"

"What's wrong?!" Xiao An practically yelled, "She's almost not breathing!"

Lin Xiaoyu suddenly looked at the silver-haired woman: "You're the Redeemer, right? You can enter and leave the Mother! Take us in! Bring her back!"

The silver-haired woman stood quietly, her gaze fixed on Su Ting's pale face.

A moment later, she reached out her hand, and three teardrop-shaped crystals condensed at her fingertips.

“Entering the Mother’s mind means confronting the deepest pain,” she whispered. “You will see all the memories she has sealed away for sixteen years—those nights of injections, those of her kind who were dissected, those brothers and sisters who were treated as expendable… Once you go in, you will never be able to pretend you don’t see them again.”

Without hesitation, Xiao An grabbed a crystal and put it in her ear.

“I’ve seen enough of what I can’t see.” He stared at the silver-haired woman. “Now, I want to see the truth.”

Lin Xiaoyu followed closely behind and took the second one.

Only one remains.

The silver-haired woman looked down at it and suddenly smiled.

“This time, I don’t want to run away,” she said. “I’m going too.”

The three exchanged a glance and simultaneously crushed the crystal.

The light engulfed everything.

Consciousness plunged into the abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao An opened her eyes.

He was standing in a long corridor.

On both sides were transparent capsules, each containing a child lying with their eyes closed and covered in tubes. A label on the wall read:

S-0997... Mental breakdown, destroyed.

S-0998... Resonance failed, materials recycled.

S-0999... Emotions overflow, memories erased.

At the very end, in front of the last cabin, stood young Su Ting, his small figure draped in a white robe, holding a tattered rag doll cat in his arms.