After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Chen Ya looked at the last line of numbers.

73.4 percent.

That's not just a cold, hard number.

They are countless vibrant lives.

They are the experimental victims in Jiangcheng who have just received compensation; they are the patients in the hospital who are waiting for their medication to be changed to prolong their lives.

They are the spirits still queuing up in the underworld to seek justice;

They are those people whose eyes have become numb, imprisoned by Sheng Hui on the fourth floor of White Tower Island.

She is Xu Youwei, who was raised in Penglai as a vessel and is still fighting to this day.

It was Lin Qingxue, whose eyes were injured, who still guarded the rear.

She is Zhou Ran, who bears multiple karmic burdens and shoulders everything alone.

Even Yue Zhao, who is still frozen in ice.

Hermann began, his tone gentle and persuasive:

"Ms. Chen Ya, this is the true salvation plan left behind by the Emperor's son. The old gods have corrupted Blue Star for 30,000 years: the Moon Emperor, the Heavenly Corpse, the old debts of the Underworld, the lingering poison of Penglai..."

These things have long been ingrained in the foundation of civilization and cannot be removed.

All Zhou Ran did was keep patching the loopholes.

The Emperor's plan, however, is to remove all lesions in one go.

He looked at Chen Ya and emphasized his words:

"As a businessman, you should understand the principle of 'stop-loss' best."

Chen Ya did not respond immediately, but instead opened the detailed list of contingency plans.

A list of people to be cleaned up, so long it seemed to have no end, appeared on the screen.

At the very top of the list are the so-called "high-risk pollutants".

Zhou Ran, Lin Qingxue, Xu Youwei, Yue Zhao, Li Zhiyao, the three Demon Clan Grand Dukes, Fatty Wang, Qin San, Xiao Rou... all the names were prominently listed.

Following them were hundreds of thousands of ordinary patients who had received services from the White Tower medical system and still had trace amounts of residual chips in their bodies.

Further on are all those involved in the old case of the Underworld, those with special constitutions, descendants of Penglai, Gu masters from the Southern Frontier, and all ordinary people who have been corrupted by the gray lines of the Void Realm.

Chen Ya's gaze stopped on a column.

[Sample number of minors involved: 37,421.]

She spoke softly, "What have these children done?"

The system's electronic voice rang out flatly: "Some were affected by the White Pagoda experiment, some received treatment with contaminated drugs, and some have potential pollution risks."

"Can you confirm that they are all harmful?"

The system paused for two seconds before replying: "Unable to reduce risk to zero."

Chen Ya looked up at Herman: "How many of these children are on the list that you couldn't verify, but were included for the sake of so-called 'safety'?"

Herman avoided her gaze: "For a 92 percent survival rate, any rational person would accept the necessary losses."

Chen Ya nodded: "Understood."

Hermann's lips had just curled into a smile when he thought Chen Ya had finally been persuaded by his so-called "rationality."

The next second, Chen Ya raised her hand and left a cold annotation on the light screen.

[The plan to cleanse Earth has been rejected. It has been archived as an inhumane and risky plan.]

She pressed the confirm button.

The black and gold light screen in the hall suddenly stopped.

Hermann's expression froze.

"...What did you say?"

Chen Ya looked at him and repeated, word by word, "I refuse to comply."

The system's electronic voice sounded again: "Please confirm. Refusing to execute will significantly reduce the probability of Earth's survival."

"confirm."

"Please confirm. Refusal to execute will result in Sample 1 losing its cleaning target, potentially triggering unknown risks."

"confirm."

"Please confirm. Refusal to comply will be considered a unilateral rejection of the Emperor's estate by the heir."

Chen Ya's fingers paused for a moment.

Zhou Ran stood behind her, his black sword still not fully drawn, its demonic energy accumulating, yet to be unleashed.

He didn't speak.

This was not his choice.

This was Chen Ya's choice.

Chen Ya looked at the light screen and slowly said, "What I refuse is not the inheritance. What I refuse is writing the lives of innocent people into the 'costs' in your ledger."

Her fingertips fell heavily.

"Confirm rejection".

In an instant, the sirens blared throughout White Tower Island, shattering all silence!

The lighthouse outside the Black Tower, its light turning from white to red, permeates the night.

The spherical lamp in the center of the hall shattered, and countless fragments fell, only to be pulverized by Zhou Ran's protective aura in mid-air.

The system's electronic voice became shrill and distorted: "The heir refuses to purge! Execute... Forced calibration! Reset the legacy interface!"

The black and gold pattern fiercely rushed from Chen Ya's palm toward her wrist!

Her body swayed violently, and all the color drained from her face.

Countless red-hot steel needles pierced her nerves, probing deep into her brain, bringing waves of excruciating pain as if being forcibly torn apart.

Hermann finally stood up, his voice blazing with uncontrollable rage: "Do you know what you've rejected? You've rejected the last chance the Prince left for this world!"

Chen Ya gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles losing color from the excessive force, but she did not lower her head.

"You don't want to save Earth. You just want to pick an Earth that's easy for you to manage."

Hermann's face darkened completely.

"Foolish. Without cleansing, there is no order. Without sacrifice, there is no survival."

Zhou Ran finally took a step forward and placed his hand on Chen Ya's shoulder.

The black and gold door pattern on his chest suddenly lit up.

Hermann shouted sharply, "Stop him! We can't let him cut off the inheritance interface!"

The woman in the white robe immediately pressed the terminal.

The walls of the hall cracked open, and dozens of black and gold chains pierced through from the inside, rushing straight at Zhou Ran!

Qin San drew his sword.

The blade flashed by.

The chains had barely extended halfway out when he cleanly severed them, along with the wall, from the base!

Xuan Ying's figure appeared at the entrance of the left passage. With just a raised hand, a thick black shadow enveloped dozens of White Tower security guards who had just rushed out, freezing them in place and rendering them unable to move.

Gu Li took a step forward, grabbed two armed guards with one hand, and casually embedded them, guns and all, into the wall.

He looked at the wall and added seriously, "The load-bearing structure is not damaged."

Qin San glanced at him: "You've improved."

Xiao Rou had already squatted down and released several tiny Gu worms, which crawled along the black and gold pattern toward Chen Ya's wrist.

“It’s not energy,” she looked up, her expression grave. “It’s a living, biting agreement.”

Zhou Ran grasped Chen Ya's hand; her palm was frighteningly hot.

"Chen Ya".

Chen Ya's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her voice trembled: "Don't... cut me."

"I know."

Zhou Ran raised his left hand, and the Wangchuan Heart Imprint lit up on his chest, its radiance flowing.

Instead of directly confronting the backlash from the Emperor's Bone, he meticulously unraveled the part of the "cleansing plan" that the White Tower System had forcibly implanted into Chen Ya's nerves, gradually leading her to the evidence box on the table.

The evidence box shook violently.

The baby's finger inside the box suddenly rose and slammed heavily against the box wall.