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

The Heart Tower suddenly opened its third portal, and a huge light screen descended from the sky, displaying a dense array of names—all files of missing persons, all canceled identities, all buried childhoods.

“See that?” Su Ting pointed at the light screen. “You are not errors, not garbage, not data to be cleared. You are people. You are people who are waiting for the lights to come on with us.”

Above the airspace, the black crack twisted violently, seemingly unable to withstand this collective resonance.

"Warning!" The communicator blared urgently. "The Cleansing Realm Central Hub is forcibly disconnecting! The enemy is preparing to detonate a long-range annihilation bomb! Target—the entire Heart Tower area!"

"Then go even faster!" the boy roared, raising his lightsaber high. "Let the song travel further! Back into reality! Into the ears of every child still dreaming!"

Lin Xiaoya clasped her hands together, and the swarm of mechanical butterflies coalesced into a miniature transmission tower, encoding the song into high-frequency pulses that shot into the sky.

Xiao An carried the glass bottle to the base of the tower and gently opened the cap.

"Go," he choked out, "go find the other lost children and bring them back..."

Fireflies flew out one after another, drawing golden streaks across the night sky, like countless tiny messengers rushing off in all directions.

Standing at the highest point, Su Ting gazed at the closing crack and roared, word by word:

"Listen! We will not delete ourselves! We will no longer be treated like a virus! Today, we will not only reclaim our memories—"

The crystal in his palm burst forth with a sun-like brilliance.

"We also want to try those who imprisoned us in the first place!"

The singing reached its peak.

Chapter 1566 A Body That Has Been Asleep for Many Years

The entire Heart Tower rose off the ground, transforming into a flowing star, suspended above the wasteland.

Deep in the distant earth, the fingertips of bodies that had been sleeping for many years suddenly trembled slightly.

On the laboratory monitor, the long-dormant brainwave curve began to fluctuate slightly but clearly again.

Meanwhile, behind the seventh door.

That familiar female voice rang out again, this time tinged with both laughter and tears:

"Did you hear that? My children... your voices have finally broken through that wall."

After a moment of silence, she asked softly:

"Now, it's my turn to come in and find you—may I?"

"can."

Two words, as light as a feather falling into the heart of a lake, yet they sent a jolt through the world behind the seventh door.

The door opened. There was no roar, no explosion, only a soft light slowly flowing out from the crack, like spring water melting ice, silently permeating the entire space.

She stood outside the door, wearing an old-fashioned white lab coat, its hem worn and a faded number embroidered on the cuff: M-07. Her face was not young, but her eyes were clear as if they had never been tainted by darkness. She held a tattered diary in her arms, the cover of which read "Records of the Song Experiment: The First Batch of Volunteers".

“Mom…?” Xiao An took a step back, trembling, almost dropping the glass bottle. “You… are from that story…”

“Not Mom.” She shook her head gently, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m just a researcher who escaped. My name is Lin Zhiwei. I am… your sisters’ teacher.”

Su Ting's eyes widened suddenly: "You're the chief consultant of 'Project Cradle'? But the files say you were... wiped out by the system ten years ago!"

“They did kill my identity.” Lin Zhiwei walked in, her gaze sweeping over the four people before finally settling on the beating heart-shaped crystal. “But I hid my consciousness in the seventh frequency band—it can only be awakened when the song reaches the original resonance.”

She reached out and touched the names on the screen, her fingertips tracing the dusty numbers, her voice low and hoarse: "These children... are all 'emotionally overloaded test subjects.' The authorities consider emotions to be dangerous variables, so they locked us in a virtual containment facility, erasing our memories and resetting our personalities using the 'Cleansing Protocol.' But there is a group of mothers who refuse to let go... They secretly recorded their children's singing and implanted it into the system's core, saying—one day, their voices will bring them home."

The boy gripped the lightsaber tightly, the blade trembling slightly: "So... those songs I hummed before bed weren't hallucinations?"

“No.” Lin Zhiwei looked at him, tears falling. “That was the last time your mother sang it when she saw you asleep. She sewed the audio into the firewall before deleting it, and she was waiting for today.”

Lin Xiaoya suddenly sneered: "Then what are you doing back now? To watch us cry and then lie to us again?"

“Xiaoya.” Lin Zhiwei looked directly at her, her voice calm. “When you were seven, you stood in the rain for three hours waiting for your mother to pick you up from school. You were clutching a broken music box in your hand, and you said you would come next week when it was fixed. But she didn’t come. Because that afternoon, she was identified as an ‘overly attached guardian’ and forcibly sent to a re-education camp.”

Lin Xiaoya's expression changed drastically: "How could you know... about that music box... I've never told anyone about it..."

“Because I’ve seen it before.” Lin Zhiwei took out a yellowed photograph from her pocket and handed it over. “Do you remember this woman? The one in the blue dress, standing at the school gate with an umbrella.”

Chapter 1567 Forty percent of the Residual Personality

Lin Xiaoya's breath hitched.

In the photo, a young woman smiles at a child in the distance, with fine lines around her eyes, and holds a half-repaired red music box in her hand.

"She is..." Lin Xiaoya's voice trembled, "...my mother?"

"Yes." Lin Zhiwei nodded. "Before she died, she entrusted me with this: if I hear children singing together, give this to you."

She opened the logbook and pulled out a microchip: "Inside are the last voice messages left by all the biological parents. There are 3,217 messages in total. Each one says the same thing—'Don't believe what the system says, you are not flawed, you are proof that you loved.'"

Xiao An suddenly burst into tears: "Then why didn't you come sooner? Why did you make us fight alone for so long?!"

“Because of the rules.” Lin Zhiwei closed her eyes. “The seventh door can only be opened by ‘True Resonance.’ Someone must awaken first, someone must be willing to sing for others. And me… if I appear prematurely, the central control will judge me as abnormal and immediately trigger the annihilation program.”

She opened her eyes, her gaze resolute: "But things are different now. You have awakened forty percent of your remaining personalities, and your singing has penetrated three firewalls. On the surface, the brainwaves of seventeen dormant pods have synchronously returned. You are no longer an isolated case—you are the starting point of a chain reaction."

The communicator started flashing wildly as soon as the words were spoken:

[Warning: The Pure Realm Central Hub is mobilizing the border guards. Objective: Annihilate the core resonance source of the Heart Tower. Countdown—Six minutes]

“They’re scared.” The boy grinned, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. “They’re afraid that we’ll not only be resurrected, but also bring up old grievances.”

“Then we’ll settle accounts with them one by one.” Su Ting turned back to the Heart Tower, raising the crystal high. “Everyone! Listen up! The next song isn’t about surviving—it’s about letting those bastards hiding behind the scenes understand what ‘retribution’ really means!”

Lin Xiaoya slammed her hand on the butterfly swarm control button: "I've mixed the mothers' voices into the sound wave pulses and encrypted them into reverse protocol commands! As long as they connect to the system, they will be forced to receive the memory backflow!"

"I want to sing too!" Xiao An jumped up the steps, holding up the empty glass bottle. "I want the fireflies to bring light to every dark room! So that every locked-up child knows—someone is looking for them!"

The boy swung his lightsaber and kicked away a malfunctioning suppressor: "I'm not only going to sing, I'm going to fight my way through the last line of defense! Anyone who gets in my way, I'll let them taste how hot it is to be forgotten!"

Lin Zhiwei watched them quietly, then suddenly smiled. She opened the last page of her journal and softly read a melody aloud.

It was a nursery rhyme that had never appeared in any database before; the melody was simple and carried the scent of earth and summer nights.

“This was written by my daughter,” she said. “When she was eight, she wrote it for all the children who didn’t receive birthday wishes. She said… it’s a song that ‘doesn’t follow any rules.’”

Su Ting was stunned: "Your daughter... she's in the system too?"

Lin Zhiwei nodded, tears glistening in her eyes: "Her codename was 'Star Seed.' She was the first personality to successfully bypass the firewall with her singing. But she didn't run away. She broke herself into three thousand echoes, hiding them in the ears of every child whose life was about to end, telling them—don't be afraid, someone is sleeping with you."

"So... that voice that sang in my dream before..." Xiao An was stunned.

“It’s her.” Lin Zhiwei gently stroked his hair. “She’s been waiting for you to join the choir. Now, it’s her turn to come back.”

Chapter 1568 Please hurry

In an instant, the crack in the sky tore open again, no longer a black hole that devoured everything, but contracted and adjusted like a pupil, as if some higher will was watching.

A pure, childlike voice echoed from the void, gentle yet irresistible:

"Dear brothers and sisters, please hurry up—"

The next song, I want to sing it for you all myself.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of points of light appeared in the distant sky, like stars falling to earth.

There were more floating glass bottles, more fluttering mechanical butterflies, and more names that had been defined as "cleared," all forming a flowing galaxy in the night sky.

At the edge of this galaxy, a bridge built from the laughter of countless children is slowly extending, pointing towards the world beyond the seventh door.

Su Ting took a deep breath and turned to look at his companions.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Xiaoya activated the butterfly swarm matrix with a cold smile: "Let them see that when abandoned children go crazy, they can burn heaven to ashes."

The young man twirled his sword, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Let's go, I'll smash the gate to hell."

Xiao An stood on tiptoe, held the glass bottle high, and shouted loudly at the sky:

"Sister! We've been waiting for you for so long—this time, it's our turn to take you home!"

"Let us take you home!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire wasteland suddenly trembled violently. Countless cracks appeared in the earth, like the final groan of a dried-up riverbed before its revival. From those cracks, wisps of pale blue light rose, like the breath of memories awakened by a song, slowly converging towards the Tower of the Heart.

Lin Zhiwei looked up at the sky, the pages of the diary turning in the wind, the paper rustling as if whispering a vow from a thousand years ago.

Suddenly, a blinding red light ripped through the night sky, slashing like a blade at the bridge built of laughter. Instantly, a third of the light went out, a corner of the bridge collapsed, and a childish groan of pain echoed through the air.

[WARNING: Border Guardian Army, 7th Pure Realm Corps, has reached synchronization orbit. Activating the 'Rumor Burning Protocol'—target: eliminate all unauthorized emotional frequencies. Countdown: 5 minutes]

"You came quickly." Su Ting sneered, slamming the heart-shaped crystal into the ground with both hands. In an instant, the crystal burst forth with blinding white light, forming a spiral energy ripple that spread outwards. "But you forgot one thing."

He looked up abruptly, his eyes reflecting the raging flames of war: "We no longer need to hide."

Lin Xiaoya's fingers slid rapidly across the control panel, and thousands of mechanical butterflies took flight, each wing flashing with a fragment of her mother's voice. A cruel smile played on her lips: "The encrypted carrier has been loaded with the 'Memory Reversion Virus.' Anyone who dares to use the system to receive commands will taste the bitterness of being forgotten by their own flesh and blood."

"Let's begin." The boy took a step forward, his lightsaber spinning in his palm, the tip pointing to the sky. "Let me see who stamped this bullshit rule that 'emotions are a virus'!"

He leaped into the air, his figure transforming into a streak of light that shot straight into the sky. At the same time, seven illusory figures emerged from the bottom of the Heart Tower—seven girls who had been erased, codenamed Star Seed, Firefly, Dew, Sprout, Mist, Dust, and Sleep. Hand in hand, they slowly spun around Lin Zhiwei, their songs flowing from their lips, so pure they seemed to wash away the rust of time.

The moment the song began, the battle formation of the Seventh Legion of the Pure Realm experienced a brief disruption in the sky.