Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Hei Ta wrapped his arms tightly around Qi Zhimu's neck, with such force that it seemed he wanted to merge himself into Qi Zhimu's body and never be separated from him again.

If the patterns on the key could be a coincidence, then—

The "little tower" that Qi Zhimu just blurted out, with its familiar tone etched into his very bones, was irrefutable proof that even if the universe were to be destroyed immediately, it would be impossible to fake!

"It's me...it's me..."

Black Tower buried his face deeply in the crook of his neck.

She was once powerless to cry, and could only watch helplessly as he left, witnessing the most important light in her life go out.

In the centuries since his death, no amount of groundbreaking inventions and achievements, nor any number of honors and titles he has received, has been able to make up for the loss.

And now, the regret that cannot be made up for is truly held in her arms.

Feeling the steady heartbeat from Qi Zhimu's strong chest and the warmth emanating from his skin, Heita could no longer control himself.

Long-awaited tears welled up, soaking Qi Zhimu's clothes, the warm dampness spreading along his skin.

Black Tower choked with sobs, incoherently calling his name over and over again.

"Zhimu...Zhimu...Brother Mu..."

Qi Zhimu was held very tightly by her, which compressed his trachea and made it difficult for him to breathe.

But he didn't say anything to stop him, nor did he even instinctively push him away.

The longing, fear, grievances, and ecstasy accumulated by the person in his arms over hundreds of years were being continuously transmitted to him.

The remaining memories, deliberately sealed away before entering a new cycle of reincarnation and just beginning to revive, are gradually merging under the catalysis of this intense emotion.

He was both a seafaring knight-errant who lived on the edge of a knife and a man who promised to answer her call.

Qi Zhimu raised his arms and hugged Heita's trembling body tightly, holding her firmly in his arms, and gently stroked her long hair with his chin.

No further explanation is needed; a tight, almost rough hug is the best response I can give her.

They embraced for a long time, until Heita's sobs gradually turned into choked sobs.

She lifted her face, which was buried in Qi Zhimu's neck and covered in tears.

Her purple eyes shimmered with moisture, and her lips pressed directly against Qi Zhimu's lips.

Her soft tongue, eager, pried open his teeth, slipping inside like a nimble little snake, greedily stealing his flavor.

That's the vibe.

Even across life and death and reincarnation, these are still etched deep within her soul.

The memory of that farewell kiss from years ago surged into my mind, perfectly overlapping with the sensation I feel now, exactly the same.

Qi Zhimu was somewhat stunned by the sudden and fierce attack from the Black Tower.

Her movements were somewhat awkward and clumsy.

His instinctive response to her passionate kiss, a gesture that expressed intense emotion, also seemed awkward.

He died after a kiss in his past life, and in this life, he has been dealing with outlaws for over a hundred years and has no romantic history.

A rather unromantic thought even flashed through my mind: I've lived for 116 years, and I still haven't had my first kiss...

The awkwardness didn't matter; soon, Qi Zhimu was captivated by the girl's undisguised affection and longing.

He turned his body around, shifting the tide from a passive to an active position.

Inside the room, the air gradually warmed up, leaving only the sound of their rapid, alternating breaths.

The left shoulder strap of the black tower nightgown slipped down without her noticing, revealing most of her fair and delicate shoulder, and soon it was completely exposed.

Her small hand reached down, freeing Qi Zhimu from the shackles of the future.

Her neck was smooth and white, and her light dress was a pale pink.

Pointing to the low-hanging flowers in the courtyard, and the train cabins.

Tonight, let the clouds and rain descend upon Mount Wu.

Before I knew it, midnight had passed, and the night was still long.

……

Qi Zhimu fought with Heita.

Just as the second fight was about to break out, he noticed her soft, hot body suddenly stiffen.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Hei Ta clenched his fist in frustration, then gave Qi Zhimu a helpless look.

"Several partners simultaneously sent urgent messages... I..."

"Contacting at this time must mean something important. Business is important," Qi Zhimu comforted him.

Black Tower wanted to say that the present matter was the most important, but seeing the restraint in his deep eyes, he knew that the atmosphere had been slightly disrupted.

While her body was still weak, she took the opportunity to go down the steps, quickly tidied herself up, and put on her nightgown.

Then, sitting on the edge of the bed, I opened a live chat.

The communication display screen in front of me split into three, revealing two faces, one of which had no camera.

"...If you contact me at 2 AM when the system is about to be activated, you'd better have a reason that can convince me..."

Upon hearing her words, Screw Gum was taken aback.

The results of the emotion reading analysis told him that Black Tower was now harboring considerable resentment.

I've never seen her react like this before.

Did they harbor resentment because of their urgent communication?

There should be no reason.

The initial framework simulated the early stages of the universe, and it wasn't that contact wasn't initiated at a later time through some technological exchanges.

Not only Screw Gumu, but even Ruan Mei noticed that something was wrong with her mood.

"Black Tower, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ruan Mei noticed that Hei Ta tilted his head to look at his side.

Is there someone next to her, a doll or something else?

No, that's not right.

The background of the Black Tower appears to be a room, but it doesn't resemble a space station, nor does it look like her private tower.

Then two strong arms suddenly appeared in the frame and draped a coat over Black Tower.

"...Are you not available right now?"

Ruan Mei's voice sounded somewhat inexplicable.

The well-defined muscle lines and the physique that can only be achieved through years of training suggest that the owner of the arms is probably not an academic who spends all his time in the research lab.

As a biologist, she could analyze these things at a glance, but she didn't pay much attention to them.

I'm just curious what strengths people who are chosen by the Black Tower possess.

"Get to the point!" Black Tower said irritably.

Screw Gum's Efficiency Summary: "Black Tower, the simulated universe is currently experiencing problems, including but not limited to—"

"The computing power iteration system regresses, the supply of core modules stagnates, the process of the destiny simulation project freezes and cannot be restarted, which in turn affects the operating logic of the underlying architecture, the calculation logic, etc..."

"We are currently unable to perform remote repairs. You are the fastest, so please be sure to go to the space station for damage control and repairs."

"Otherwise, we will lose a lot of time, and the valuable data we have obtained in the past two days will be wasted."

When the conversation turned to business, Black Tower's displeasure vanished.

The train is now docked at the space station, and she can retrieve the core data at any time.

I didn't know until I looked, and my face turned sullen.

No wonder the three geniuses contacted each other at the same time to indicate the urgency.

Logically, she should take the blame for the numerous problems that have arisen in the simulated universe.

Not long ago, upon learning of Qi Zhimu's existence, I was so excited and shocked that I inadvertently made several mistakes in real-time iterative programming, which led to errors in the underlying logic.

The problem remained unresolved, triggering a butterfly effect that led to even more problems.

The collaborating geniuses all have remote access to the simulated universe, and if they discover a problem, they naturally need to make an emergency contact.

"Understood, I will finish the repairs tonight."

After the communication ended, Hei Ta immediately looked at Qi Zhimu, his eyes filled with apology.

"Feel sorry……"

"Why apologize? Now that we've met again, we have countless hours ahead of us." Qi Zhimu smiled and shook his head.

"That's right, there's plenty of time in the future, Mu, brother, brother..." Hei Ta said in his sweet childhood voice, his smile as bright as a flower.