Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"Could it be... that you are carrying out orders on behalf of the Learned One?! No, this is not in accordance with His divine thirst for knowledge." Black Tower's expression changed slightly.

"Have you ever thought that perfect calculation is also a form of seeking knowledge? You know very well that no one can defy His calculations." Polka smiled.

"What if I connected my thoughts to the ownership scepter left by Rupert II and created a singularity of knowledge?"

Polka has killed many geniuses, but Black Tower is not afraid of her at all.

"If, as you say, He intends to confine the universe within perfect shackles, then why permit emperors to create those scepters for thought, allowing them to step outside the circle of knowledge?"

Upon hearing this, Polka did not immediately comment.

Since her face is not visible, no one knows what she is thinking.

Or perhaps, he's thinking about how to kill Black Tower and the others in a fun way?

"That's a good question. You're more perceptive than the other victims."

Polka wiped his scalpel, its cold light reflecting off the starlight, and his tone sounded somewhat sorrowful.

"Human thought is confined to the small space of the head, while the thoughts of the gods are based on the flashing of starlight as the firing of neurons... and on the victory or defeat of geniuses like us as the conclusion of their thoughts."

"He proclaimed the perfect model of the future with every moment, and you are a butterfly specimen that has broken free from an insect's pin."

"By flapping your wings, you stir up chaos and the unknown, which will prematurely lead the universe to its end."

"I will not allow this possibility to occur. I will nail you all to this omniscient realm one by one."

"Hahaha—" Black Tower couldn't help but laugh: "Such arrogance. Perhaps some geniuses are afraid of you, but I am not. The outcome will simply be mutual destruction."

Polka's tone was icy: "I saw His calculations, a moment, a moment when geniuses struggle..."

"Black Tower, Stephen Lloyd, Nguyen May, Screw Goom... and you, the pioneer..."

"You are all insects that have been caught in the net; struggle with all your might!"

Polka's shattered face turned toward the two of them, and Xing felt a chill run down her spine.

The woman appears to be smiling.

The next second, Polka disappeared.

"As you wish." Black Tower curled the corners of his mouth.

A string of code appeared in an illogical way, the data solidified, and transformed into the image of a little yellow duck.

"Um... well, I rebuilt a new calculation model and regained some permissions from the Silent Lord," Stephen explained in a low voice.

The system that had been blocked by Polka came back online, but the candy-colored shadow condensed into an image from where Stephen was standing the next second, crushing his data body like a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis.

Just then, another familiar figure appeared, and Xing smelled the familiar aroma of pastries.

"It seems you've found an extraordinary dance partner for your simulated universe."

Ruan Mei's gaze fell on the candy-colored shadow and the scalpel in her hand.

"However, even the Silent Lord would not have imagined that a miniature slice of me was hidden in the underlying code."

"I thought you wouldn't show up today," Black Tower said, quite surprised.

"..." Ruan Mei did not intend to explain.

She's not too concerned about the simulated universe right now, but since someone wants her dead, it's not her style not to fight back.

She hasn't received Amu's forgiveness yet, how can she just die like that?

As plum blossoms drifted by, an equation that, while similar in concept to the anti-organic equation, was fundamentally different, began to unfold at some unknown time.

In an instant, Polka's figure shattered into countless points of light.

However, Ruan Mei's expression did not change at all.

The equation for life's breakdown worked... but not completely.

Sure enough, the familiar figure quickly materialized again.

"The universe is a precise clock, and now is the time for geniuses to stop struggling."

Polka wiped his scalpel as he slowly approached Black Tower and the others.

Seeing this, Black Tower immediately used its own methods.

Data poured out from countless corners like torrential rain and fierce winds.

The ominous bell tolls, the mournful weeping of the lamenting actor, and the heatwave from the incinerator igniting the flamethrower.

They were just law-abiding codes in this universe, but at this moment they all emerged.

Simulated universes have gone mad.

Call, copy, call, copy... The core unit releases all resources, attempting to use madness to push the approaching omniscient killer off the stage.

Everything seemed to be shouting, "There is no place for you here, Polka."

However, Polka wielded the scalpel, cutting, stabbing, slicing... and countless codes were reduced to fragments.

With every gesture and stride, her gaze swept across everything within her sight, transforming the entire observation system into a rigid, lifeless monolith, returning it to its former orderly state.

"Now, what tricks do you have left to play?"

Polka stood relaxed, facing the three women.

Although the gaze could not penetrate the facial recognition filter that obscured her features, Polka's soft chuckle betrayed her feelings.

"In the face of my omniscience, the order of playing cards is not random, and the outcome of a coin toss is predetermined."

"Whether it's a storm or a raging wave, all chaos will turn in the direction I command."

"...Haha...Hehehehehehe..."

Polka let out a wild laugh.

Xing's eye twitched, not understanding what was so funny, but in a battle between geniuses, she really had little room to intervene.

Just then, clear voices rang out from all directions.

"In that case, why don't I just make a move?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared behind Polka, holding a simple-looking longsword.

Qi Zhimu sheathed his longsword, and the moment the hilt and scabbard overlapped, Polka's form shattered into countless pieces.

Meanwhile, everything in the simulated universe is rapidly disintegrating due to Qi Zhimu's appearance.

"...Unknowable...unknowable, and...hunting imaginary numbers...heh, interesting."

For the first time, Polka's voice revealed a strong sense of surprise and astonishment.

"Very well, farewell. You should be glad you're still within the circle of knowledge."

"You'd better pray I don't stumble upon your true form, Ms. Polka, otherwise, the Venerable One will lose one of his self-righteous dogs."

Qi Zhimu didn't even turn his head, his killing intent completely undisguised.

"..."

Polka did not reply, whether out of fear or because he had missed his chance to answer.

She vanished completely, and the simulated universe followed suit.

Everyone's consciousness returned to reality, and they all opened their eyes at the same time.

Black Tower stretched vigorously, then turned around and glanced at everyone.

Everyone except Stephen was there.

After confirming that everyone was alright, Hei Ta, in front of everyone including Ruan Mei, tiptoed and left a kiss on Qi Zhimu's face.

"My dear, you arrived just in time!"

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In response to some of the questions from readers.

There are no losers in this book. Ruan Mei will definitely reconcile in the end. It was said from the first life that the protagonist has never hated Ruan Mei. It's just that reconciliation won't happen so quickly.

Many readers seem to enjoy the plot of "I Ruan". Since it's impossible to please everyone, Haji Huan naturally has to write more stories that everyone likes to read.