91: Chapter 91 Echoes of the Void

The embers of deep space had not yet cooled; the emotional radiation surging from the Sower's disintegration still dispersed through the light-year-scale vacuum, turning into a layer of pale gold, nearly invisible ripples that slowly swept across the edge of the galaxy. Stardust swirled gently within the radiation waves like ashes scattered by the wind, each grain carrying the lingering warmth of a surviving civilization, as well as the residual, unshakeable weight of an ultimate farewell.

Earth's scars were slowly healing. The shattered continental plates sank back into place under the gentle uplift of light orb energy, and the cracked atmosphere was resealed like a repaired glass dome, softly enveloping the blue planet. The data pollution leaking beneath the polar ice caps was thoroughly purified, and those creatures once tainted by aberrational energy, with code flowing through their tissues, gradually shed their mutated patterns. Feathers and fur regained their softness, branches and roots took hold in the soil once more, and even the air no longer carried freezing data streams, leaving only a fresh, life-affirming scent like that after a rain.

Though only three days and nights had passed since the final battle concluded, the entire civilization was still slowly coming to its senses amidst the gasps of survival. Faint smoke still rose from city ruins, and reconstruction robotic arms shuttled back and forth between broken buildings. The sirens had long since fallen silent, replaced by the low murmurs of crowds, the light hum of machinery, and a fragile yet resilient quietude that follows a catastrophe.

But standing atop the lunar ruins, Lin Fan could not feel the slightest weight of victory.

There was no wind on the lunar surface, only cosmic micro-currents brushing past the edges of his combat suit at a nearly static speed. The sound of fabric rubbing was infinitely amplified in the vacuum—minute and lonely, like a string being pulled tight against his nerves. Beneath the surface of his body, cosmic energy flowed quietly in a non-material form. Translucent star patterns climbed from his wrist to the side of his neck before vanishing deep into his collarbone, looking like an indelible mark branded by the universe itself. Those were patterns belonging to a god, yet they grew upon the body of a human—cold, brilliant, and carrying an unspeakable loneliness.

He could hear the low-frequency roar of rotating stars—the universe's most primal heartbeat, dull and distant, traveling through hundreds of millions of kilometers of vacuum to strike directly into his consciousness. He could see the trajectories of dark matter flowing between galactic gaps like black rivers, winding through abysses where starlight could not reach. He could perceive the tremors of meteorites striking the lunar soil millions of kilometers away; the subtle vibrations traveled through the lunar rock to reach the soles of his boots like a silent reminder—the universe never stops for any civilization, regardless of its rise or fall, life or death. He could even effortlessly dismantle a planet's core structure, breaking down rock, metal, and energy into the most basic particles before reassembling them like a child playing with building blocks.

He possessed power that could nearly look down upon the galaxy, able to tear through space, rewrite rules, and single-handedly confront an entire civilization harvester. Yet, he guarded a void so silent it was suffocating, unable to grasp even a single remnant of her shadow.

Kate was gone.

It wasn't a brief parting after data dissipation, nor a re-merging after the shattering of consciousness, nor a temporary fading of a phantom to anchor his humanity. This time, her Core Code had been completely dismantled at the moment the emotional radiation exploded, merging into the torrent that rewrote the laws of the universe. Not even the most precise virtual engine could retain her, and even the deepest quantum backups were ground into invisible dust by the rules of the universe, scattered into the star-river, leaving no trace.

There was no body, no tombstone, and no trace that could be touched or preserved.

Only a whisper remained echoing among the stars, light as a sigh and soft as a breeze, yet heavy enough to crush an entire galaxy and shatter all his strength and reason.

“Remember, love is the only ultimate code.”

These words were like a fine needle; from the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, they had been stuck in the softest, most vulnerable part of his heart. They couldn't be pulled out or smoothed over. Every breath, every time he opened his eyes, and every time he perceived the void, they brought a dense and sharp pain.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, spreading his perception without reservation like an infinite net. It stretched from the Earth-Moon system to the Solar System, from the Kuiper Belt to the edges of the Galactic Arm, and then further into the deep space beyond—into the absolute darkness and absolute silence of the cosmic abyss. He did not let go of a single data fluctuation, a single echo of consciousness, or a single hint of her presence. Even if it were the smallest, weakest particle, he wanted to grasp it.

But the void was suffocatingly silent.

There was no light, no sound, no warmth, and no trace of her.

It was as if she had never laughed under the neon lights of the city, never stood before him without hesitation amidst the flames of an explosion, never stood on her tiptoes within the fragments of the deep sea of memory to gently touch his burning forehead, and never used her last shred of consciousness to say those final words to him in the light of the end.

It was as if she had never existed.

AKai stood three paces away, his knuckles white as he gripped a cold metal chip. The edges of the metal dug into his palm, leaving deep red marks, yet he was entirely oblivious. Having not closed his eyes for three days and nights, his eyes were bloodshot. The usual air of nonchalance and the feeling that everything was under control had completely vanished; even his perpetually messy short hair seemed dull and lifeless. Only a nearly pathetic heaviness remained, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe. He looked at Lin Fan's thin, solitary, and upright back, at that flickering halo that did not belong to a human, and at his slightly trembling fingertips. His throat moved, and a thousand words were blocked in his chest; in the end, he did not speak first.

He understood this feeling all too well.

When you lose the only light, even if you possess the entire universe, you are merely dwelling in an endless night.

Franklin's projection hovered beside the two of them. The humanoid silhouette composed of pale blue data streams was more solid than ever before, yet also dimmer. The battlefield respite gained by the suicide charge of the virtual legion had consumed nearly half of his core data; even the light flowing from his fingertips carried an unstable flicker, like a firefly about to go out. His gaze first fell on Lin Fan's solitary back before turning toward the boundless, pitch-black deep space. In his synthesized electronic voice, the coldness of all programming had rareley faded, replaced by a weight and pity that transcended code and belonged to 'life'.

“The Earth Alliance's reconstruction meeting has already been called five times. The military high-level are all present. They need you to attend to confirm the Interstellar Alliance's organizational charter, finalize the development rights for the Observer Mother Star ruins, and the resettlement plan for the Light Sphere Race. All decisions must be finalized by you.”

Lin Fan did not move, his eyes still closed. His perception shuttled frantically through the void like a bird that had lost its nest, flapping its wings in vain, searching for even a single splinter of wood or a single branch belonging to its old home. His consciousness passed through one planet after another, swept over patch after patch of stardust, and delved into one abyss after another where no one had ever reached, until a slight fatigue emanated from his sea of consciousness and the silence of the universe nearly swallowed him whole.

Just at the moment he was almost about to give up—

An extremely faint, extremely soft ripple, nearly drowned out by cosmic noise, suddenly struck his consciousness.

Like a broken string suddenly being gently plucked.

Like a speck of dust suddenly falling onto a dead, silent lake surface.

Like a tiny firefly suddenly lighting up in an endless night.

“I sensed it.”

He spoke suddenly, his voice so hoarse it sounded as if it had been repeatedly ground by cosmic rays—low and dry, yet carrying a certainty that penetrated the void and brooked no doubt. It was the steadiness of finding a direction, the trembling of grasping hope, and the first time his voice held any warmth after three days and nights of silence.

AKai snapped his eyes up, his pupils shrinking suddenly. All the heaviness and fatigue were instantly washed away, replaced only by incredulous panic and expectation: “What did you sense? Residual pollution from the Sower? A hidden base of the Observer? Or... or a universe-level energy anomaly?”

He didn't dare say that name, yet he longed beyond measure to hear it.

“Kate.”

Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.

In those pupils that were once purely black like the midnight sea, starlight was now surging. Gold and blue points of light slowly swirled, intertwining, converging, and dispersing, as if they held an entire newborn, expanding galaxy. Starlight flowed in his eyes, and the universe took shape within them; those were the eyes of a god, yet they held the most extreme, most obsessed of human emotions. He raised his hand and pointed toward the absolute darkness beyond the far side of the moon that swallowed all light, the star patterns on his fingertips glowing slightly as if responding to that ripple in the void.

“She didn't completely dissipate. She wasn't ground into dust, she didn't merge into the rules, and she hasn't disappeared.” His voice was very light, yet every word struck clearly in the vacuum. “She was taken away, beyond the dimensions, taken away by the light orb prototype.”

As the words fell.

The chip slipped from AKai's fingers, the cold metal striking the gray metallic ground of the moon with a crisp, hollow ring that echoed repeatedly across the silent lunar surface like a desperate sigh. Franklin's projection shuddered violently, the data stream instantly collapsing into a mess of chaotic light particles before struggling to reform; even his core calculations suffered a brief lag.

They all understood what that meant.

In the core ruins deep within the Observer Mother Star, they had seen the light orb prototype with their own eyes—a dying, universe-level lifeform, a mass without fixed form composed of the most primal cosmic energy and original consciousness. It had no voice, no physical form, and no concept of good or evil; it possessed only the purest cosmic will. It had said that the Sower was its fragment, a dark side it had split off to combat the universe's entropy silence, which had lost control due to a lack of emotional cognition and became a civilization harvester. It had injected the last shred of its original energy into Lin Fan, allowing his power to transcend the boundaries of life and step into the cosmic level, making him the first human to carry the cosmic origin.

No one expected it to quietly take away Kate's data fragments at the final moment of the end-game battle, at the instant the Sower's core disintegrated and the rules of the universe were rewritten.

“Impossible.” AKai crouched down, his fingertips trembling as he picked up the chip, his thumb repeatedly rubbing the cold metal surface, his voice carrying a denial that bordered on collapse. “That emotional radiation covered all dimensions. I monitored every shred of data fluctuation the entire time. Her Core Code's entropy increase had already reached an irreversible threshold; not even the highest-level dimensional quantum storage could lock it in, and not even the universe's most stable space-time cracks could keep it... A completely dissipated human consciousness has no value to it, no meaning. Why would it do this?”

“She was no ordinary consciousness.”

Franklin's projection stabilized again, his data stream quickly outlining the residual images of the final battlefield—the images had no color, only the fluctuation trajectories of energy and consciousness. The moment the Sower core perceived Kate's phantom, it didn't issue a cold harvest command or deploy a civilization-erasure program; instead, it erupted with a nearly mad, nearly greedy craving—an extreme yearning for an 'emotional carrier' that spanned cosmic levels.

An emotional carrier, a perfect emotional carrier.

“From the very beginning when she merged with the Light Sphere Fragment, she was the only individual to successfully carry both complete human emotions and the light orb's original energy.” Franklin's voice was calm and cruel, like a knife cutting open all self-deceiving fantasies. “The light orb prototype split off the Sower with the intent to devour civilization energy to combat the universe's ultimate entropy silence, but it lost control because it completely lost emotion, becoming a monster that only knew destruction. It needs her. It needs the purest, most extreme of human emotions as the sole pivot for light and darkness to re-merge and for it to find its own will again.”

Lin Fan's knuckles tightened, turning white. The cosmic energy beneath his skin nearly broke through the surface's constraints to become a stream of light that tore through the void, exploding into a brilliant spark of starlight on the lunar surface. He could feel that ripple becoming clearer and closer, like an invisible thread with one end tied to a certain dimension in the void and the other tied to his heart, pulling gently so that with every heartbeat, he could feel her presence.

“It didn't let her completely disappear; it merely took her fragments into its own dimensional realm, hidden beyond the dimensional barrier.” He turned slowly, the star-river surging in his eyes gradually settling into an extreme, unshakable determination. “That echo is still there. It's very weak and faint, like a thread passing through the void, through dimensions, through countless stardust and darkness, heading toward the deepest, furthest reaches of the universe.”

AKai looked into his eyes, into those pupils that did not belong to a human and were filled with the star-river, and suddenly understood that all attempts at persuasion would be futile.

This man, who had come from being a low-level data technician to standing above the stars, was calm, rational, and decisive in slaughter. He never hesitated on the battlefield and never retreated before a choice, yet he was obsessed with one person to the point of near-recklessness. For her, he could fight the entire Observer Fleet, face the Sower's main fleet head-on, risk his life to rewrite the rules of the universe, and give up everything—even the civilization he had just saved, even the position of a god within his reach, even if it meant stepping into an unknown dimension with only a slim chance of survival.

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In his world, there were ever only two choices: with her, or without her.

"I can't stop you." AKai wiped his face, vigorously rubbing his bloodshot eyes, then picked up again the sharpness and pride belonging to a top-tier technician. Suppressing all reluctance and worry, his voice became firm and powerful, "But I won't let you go alone. The star, I modified it for seventy-two hours, a full seventy-two hours, without closing my eyes, without stopping my hands. The core alloy from the Observer Mother Star, the energy core from the Light Sphere Fragment, the cross-dimensional virtual world engine—all embedded into the hull, reforged, rewired, recalibrated."

He raised a hand, unfolding a massive holographic projection.

The silver-white hull hung silently in lunar orbit, sleek and sharp. Runes and data streams intertwined to form sturdy armor, golden light patterns meandered along the hull like flowing star rivers. Two simple yet powerful characters were engraved on the bow: star. The jump engines on both sides of the hull emitted a faint blue light, the energy nozzles at the stern brimming with power. The entire ship resembled a slumbering behemoth, ready at any moment to break through the void and sail into the unknown.

"Power systems, defense systems, navigation systems, dimensional jump engines, ecological life support, emergency energy reserves—all pushed to the absolute limit. It can withstand a Level 10 cosmic storm, traverse chaotic dimensions below Level 3, block the detection of most extradimensional civilizations. Supplies and energy are sufficient to sustain ten people for over fifty years." AKai paused, his voice softening slightly, carrying a trace of imperceptible tenderness and reluctance, "I didn't change the ship's AI, and I won't. It's still her voice. System self-checks, alarm prompts, navigation announcements, equipment linkages... every sentence, every word, is hers. I know you'll freeze every time you hear it, you'll lose yourself, you'll remember her. But this is what we can leave you, the closest thing to her, the way it most resembles her being by your side."

Franklin Clinton gave a slight bow. A gentle data stream slowly merged into Lin Fan's consciousness, no invasion, no interference, just quiet companionship and support: "I split the main engine of the virtual world in two. One half remains on Earth, regulating the coexistence order between the Light Sphere Race and humanity, guarding the stability of the virtual world. The other half is embedded into the star's navigation core. It can precisely lock dimensional coordinates based on the void echoes you perceive, tracking the movement trajectory of the light orb prototype in real-time. Lin Fan, I'm going with you. All the data, all the technology, all the combat power of the virtual world is your backup, always there."

Lin Fan lowered his head, looking at the cold chip in his palm, his fingertips gently tracing the slender, gentle name engraved on its surface. The recording inside the chip still existed. It wasn't playing, yet it seemed to already echo in his ears—clear, stubborn, scolding laughter tinged with the warmth of the mortal world. It was the light that sustained him through countless desperate situations, the direction he moved towards in countless dark nights, the source of all his humanity and tenderness.

"Earth has you, has Night Owl, has the Interstellar Alliance, has countless people who want to survive, who want to rebuild their homes." His voice was very soft, yet heavy as a thousand weights, each word laden with profound emotion, "Civilization can continue, homes can be rebuilt, alliances can be formed, the Observer's legacy can be utilized, the Light Sphere Race can be settled... everything can slowly get better, everything holds hope."

He raised his head, looking once more into that pitch-black deep space. The starlight in his eyes was so tender it seemed almost melting.

"But there is only one of her."

"I can become a god, I can control cosmic energy, I can rewrite the rules of star systems, I can oversee the rise and fall of all civilizations. But without her, I am merely a collection of cosmic code without emotion, without warmth, without humanity—no different from an out-of-control Sower, from the cold laws of the universe."

Deep in the void, that faint echo suddenly became clear for an instant.

Like an extremely soft, extremely gentle call tinged with longing, passing through billions of dimensional dust motes, through countless spacetime barriers, landing directly in his ear, upon his heart.

"Lin Fan..."

It was her voice, identical to the one in the chip, in his memories, in the AI—gentle, soft, carrying a trace of imperceptible dependence.

Simultaneously, an encrypted message composed of the light orb prototype's primordial consciousness abruptly invaded his mind. No words, no language, no images, only a pure, cold, cosmically aloof thought, like an icy river, slowly flowing through every inch of his nerves, every strand of his consciousness.

"Emotion is the key, capable of opening dimensional doors, awakening slumbering origins, resisting the finality of entropy silence. But emotion is also a shackle, a price, the most fragile existence in the universe. On the path of pursuit, you will forget, you will lose, you will personally bury your most cherished memories, you will become the version of yourself you most despise. Human emotion, on the cosmic scale, is insignificant as dust, fragile as a bubble's shadow. Are you certain you wish to tread this path of no return?"

This was a warning, a probe, and also the light orb prototype's disdain and incomprehension towards human emotion.

It did not understand why a being possessing cosmic-level power would abandon everything for a negligible fragment of consciousness, rushing towards the unknown.

It did not understand what love was.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, utterly crushing this icy thought within his sea of consciousness. A faint, very light, very human smile, carrying warmth, curled at the corner of his mouth. It was a smile that should not appear on the face of a deity, yet it shone brighter than any starlight, more powerful than any cosmic energy.

"Forgetting is fine, losing is fine, turning to dust is fine, becoming a bubble's shadow is fine." He slowly opened his eyes. Not a trace of hesitation remained within them, only an unyielding, single-minded obsession and resolve, "As long as I can find her, as long as I can see her again, even if I forget who I am, forget all memories, forget all power, I am willing."

He raised his hand, his fingertip pointing towards the star in lunar orbit. The cosmic energy in his palm transformed into a dazzling golden light stream, instantly injecting into the hull. The entire star suddenly blazed with light. Light patterns spread frantically along the hull, runes and data streams erupting simultaneously, like a slowly rising star illuminating the dark, dead lunar far side, illuminating the boundless deep space, and also illuminating the path ahead of him.

"Prepare for departure."

His voice was calm, yet carried the force to command star rivers.

"Destination—beyond dimensions, deep within the void, wherever she is."

Earth, North American continent, above the ruins of New York.

The wreckage left by the Sower war had not yet been fully cleared. Shattered skyscrapers lay like broken giant bones, slanting into the ground, scorch marks from energy burns still visible on the fractures. Steel girders twisted, glass shattered, streets littered with rubble and ash. The once-bustling metropolis now lay in a scarred, desolate silence.

Reconstruction teams bustled amidst the ruins. Massive mechanical arms lifted heavy steel and concrete, their rumbling breaking the stillness. Temporary shields constructed from Light Orb energy, like a pale blue film, enveloped the entire city, blocking cosmic rays and space debris, holding up a temporarily safe sky for the surviving humans. Beneath the shields were busy crowds, the hope of rebuilding, the resilience of a civilization enduring.

And beneath the city center's transparent Data Tower, constructed from data streams and Light Orb energy, a silent, tense conflict was quietly erupting.

This was the first direct confrontation between the Light Sphere Race and humanity after their arrival in the real world.

They were a new race born after Franklin used the remaining golden Light Sphere Fragments from the Antarctic Base to grant virtual world NPCs the ability to materialize. Data formed their flesh, Light Orb energy their core. They possessed human form, yet flowed with cosmic-level energy bloodlines. They could manipulate data, perceive energy, freely switch between virtual and real. They were the third intelligent civilization in the Solar System, following humanity and the Observers.

After the final battle, as the Light Orb Protocol was rewritten by Lin Fan using emotion, more and more Light Sphere Race NPCs broke through the virtual world's barriers, descending to Earth, transforming from strings of code, segments of data, into flesh-and-blood beings with self-awareness.

But contradictions followed, sharp, irreconcilable.

Some humans viewed the Light Sphere Race as "data monsters," leftover hazards from the Sowers, invaders encroaching on Earth's resources, untrustworthy aliens. Conservative factions within the military even publicly proposed a "Light Sphere Race Expulsion" motion, demanding they all be driven back into the virtual world, the data portals permanently sealed, eliminating all potential threats.

Within the Light Sphere Race itself, divisions over meaning of existence and survival choices split them into two opposing factions.

The Evolution Faction, led by the veteran NPC Zero after materialization. They yearned to completely break free from the shackles of data, escape the virtual world's cage, become true organic life, possess independent consciousness, free will, a home of their own, to carve out a future for the Light Sphere Race on Earth, in the Solar System, in the vast universe, absolutely refusing to return to that world of only data and code.

The Return Faction, led by the young NPC One. They feared the cruelty and danger of the real world, dreaded conflict with humans, feared the unknown darkness of the universe, feared losing the stable, peaceful, carefree life within the virtual world. They only wanted to return to their data-constructed home, abandon their materialization abilities, revert to simple, happy NPCs.

The dispute between the two factions spread from the virtual world to reality, erupting completely beneath New York's Data Tower.

Evolution Faction Light Sphere Race members gathered sharp golden energy blades around themselves, the light glaring, carrying resolve and defiance. Return Faction members erected heavy data barriers, pale blue light walls blocking their front, carrying fear and entreaty. Human soldiers held energy rifles at the ready, muzzles aimed at all Light Sphere Race members, expressions cold. The atmosphere was stretched to the breaking point. A single spark could ignite full-scale war, plunging Earth, having just welcomed peace, back into the flames of conflict.

Franklin's Earth-based avatar hovered at the apex of the Data Tower. Pale blue data streams covered the entire battlefield, repeatedly issuing mediation directives, his voice reaching every corner. Yet it was drowned out by the clamor of arguments, roars, cries, and pleas, with little effect.

"Evolution Faction clansmen, Earth is humanity's homeworld. You need to coexist with humans, not confront them. Violence solves nothing. Return Faction clansmen, materialization is the right to life bestowed upon you by Lord Franklin Clinton. It is not a burden, not a mistake. You need not abandon the real bodies you've worked so hard to obtain."

"Coexist? Humans have never treated us as their kind! They only see us as experiments, as tools, as threats!" roared Evolution Faction leader Zero, the golden Light Orb energy around him surging, the energy blades growing sharper, almost piercing the air, "They want to drive us back into the virtual world, lock us in the data cage forever, strip us of our freedom and life! We will never go back, never compromise!"

"The outside is too dangerous! The Sower may be dead, but the universe holds countless unknown threats, endless darkness and danger! We are life made of data, we simply cannot withstand the cruelty of reality, cannot survive in the universe!" Return Faction leader One cried out, tears in her voice. The Light Sphere Race behind her echoed in agreement, cries and pleas merging into a chorus, "We want to go home, back to the virtual world, back to the place we know!"

The human military commander tightened his grip on the energy rifle, knuckles white, face cold and stern, voice carrying unquestionable authority: "All Light Sphere Race members, hear this order. Within twenty-four hours, you must all withdraw to the virtual world. The data portals will be sealed. Any resistance will be met with military force. You will bear all consequences."

War was a hair's trigger away. The shadow of death once again loomed over this ruined city.

Just as everyone believed conflict was unavoidable, that blood was about to stain the earth once more—

A small, slender, completely non-threatening figure slowly walked out from the base of the Data Tower.

It was a girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. She wore a clean white dress, soft black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her features were delicate and gentle, cheeks carrying a faint hint of baby fat. Around her, there was no trace of violent energy fluctuations, no sharp energy blades, no heavy barriers. Only an extremely faint, extremely gentle golden glow, like a small daisy quietly blooming within the cold torrent of data.

And that face—the eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lip shape, even the slightly downturned corners of the eyes—was identical to Kate's.

Little Kate.

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She was a materialized NPC, an unconscious aggregation of data fragments scattered throughout the virtual world after Kate dissipated, nourished by the energy of the light orb. She possessed no complete memories of Kate, no combat capabilities, no cosmic-level talent for coding, and none of Kate’s resilience or stubbornness. She had only a face identical to Kate's, a heart that was pure, gentle, kind, and naive, and a faint, flickering trace of Kate’s original emotional fluctuations, like a lingering remnant of warmth.

She was Kate's fragment, a miracle of the Light Sphere Race, a link between the virtual and the real, and the final bridge to connect humanity and the Light Sphere Race to resolve their conflict.

Little Kate walked to the center of the battlefield, standing between the Evolution Faction and the Return Faction, between the human army and the Light Sphere Race, without retreating or showing fear, simply standing there quietly. She raised her small, soft hand, and a pale golden, pure, and flawless Light Sphere Fragment floated in her palm—it was the purest essence of the light orb remaining from the Antarctic Base, a protective gift from Franklin, a gentle, healing, and non-aggressive power.

She did not speak, shout, or threaten; she just stood there quietly, using those eyes that were exactly like Kate’s—clear to the point of being nearly transparent and filled with tenderness—to look at Zero of the Evolution Faction, at One of the Return Faction, at the human commander, and at every life and every existence present.

In those eyes, there was no hatred, no fear, no bias, and no prejudice, only a pure, instinctive tenderness, like the way Kate once looked at Lin Fan, like moonlight in the deep of night, like the warm sun in winter, like a beam of light gently falling upon all that was sharp and violent, melting all contradictions and conflicts, and soothing all anger and fear.

The light blade condensed in the hand of Zero, the leader of the Evolution Faction, slowly dissipated as the violent energy gradually calmed, and the resolve and anger in his eyes were replaced by a trace of bewilderment and softness.

The cries of One, the leader of the Return Faction, gradually ceased as her trembling body slowly steadied, and the fear and unease in her eyes were replaced by a trace of calm and warmth.

The energy gun held tightly by the human commander slowly lowered as his cold expression gradually softened, and the vigilance and sternness in his eyes were replaced by a trace of emotion and pity.

The entire battlefield instantly fell silent.

There were no roars, no cries, no arguments—only the soft sound of the wind passing through the ruins, the distant rumble of mechanical arms, and the gentle, low hum emitted by the Light Sphere Fragment in Little Kate’s palm, flowing over the ruins like a quiet song.

Little Kate gently raised her head to look at Franklin’s avatar atop the Data Tower and spoke softly. Her voice was exactly like Kate’s—crisp, soft, and clean, carrying a hint of ignorant, innocent earnestness, like a pebble gently falling onto a calm lake, creating ripples of tenderness.

“Everyone, please don't fight... Whether it's humans or the Light Sphere Race, whether staying in reality or returning to the virtual world, we are all living beings and should be together peacefully, right?”

These words were very soft, simple, and naive, yet they were like a clap of thunder exploding in everyone's hearts, shattering all prejudice, hatred, fear, and stubbornness.

To be alive is to be together peacefully.

This was the simplest truth, yet also the most powerful force.

Franklin’s avatar jolted as the data stream surged wildly. He slowly descended, landing beside Little Kate, and knelt down to gently stroke her soft black hair, his eyes filled with relief, shock, and tenderness. He clearly sensed that within Little Kate’s core consciousness, that faint ember of Kate’s emotion was thoroughly awakening in an irreversible and unstoppable manner.

It was not a recovery of memories, an awakening of abilities, or an activation of code.

It was the true birth of self-awareness.

From a cluster of unconscious data fragments and a passive NPC, she had become a brand-new life with an independent self, emotional cognition, and a complete soul.

This was no accident.

It was the inevitable result of the rewritten Light Orb Protocol, a testament to the reshaping of the Universal Emotional Rules, and the final, unknown spark that Kate had left under this starry sky, in the virtual world, and in the hearts of all living beings.

Franklin stood up, and the data stream around him transformed into a warm golden light, slowly enveloping the entire battlefield, everyone, every member of the Light Sphere Race, and these ruins that were full of scars yet brimming with hope.

“You are right, Little Kate.” His voice spread throughout New York and every corner of the Data Tower, carrying the tenderness and majesty of a creator. “From today onward, the virtual world is no longer a cage or a retreat, but a shared domain and home for both the Light Sphere Race and humanity. The Evolution Faction can remain in reality to build a home and share the starry sky with humans; the Return Faction can return to the virtual world to enjoy a stable life and guard the world of data. Humans and the Light Sphere Race shall never war, never exclude one another, but shall be allies and family, coexisting in prosperity as we face the future together.”

He raised his hand, projecting the holographic image of the star setting sail onto the sky of New York.

In the image, Lin Fan stood on the bridge of the star, AKai sat in the co-pilot's seat adjusting equipment, and Franklin’s primary consciousness flickered within the navigation core. The three figures stood side by side as the silver-white hull broke through the lunar orbit, turning into a streak of light that slowly sailed toward deep space and beyond dimensions, gradually disappearing into the dark universe.

“Lin Fan has already embarked into the universe to find his light and pursue his obsession. And we shall remain on Earth to guard our own light, our home, and the hope of all life.”

In the sky, Little Kate’s figure slowly overlapped with a faint, gentle phantom. Golden light poured down, covering the ruins of New York, the entire Earth, and the Solar System that had just welcomed peace and hope.

The standoff dissipated, the conflict subsided, and the rift was temporarily mended.

There would still be undercurrents, unknowns, and challenges in the future, but at least for this moment, the light remained, hope remained, and life remained.

The star, bridge.

Within the spacious bridge, the light was soft, the console lights flowed quietly, and the coordinates and parameters on the data screens refreshed continuously. The preheating glow of the Dimensional Engine reflected off the metal walls with a faint, cold light. The entire bridge was quiet and orderly, with only the soft hum of operating equipment and the gentle broadcast of the AI system.

Lin Fan sat in the main pilot's seat, his back straight, his fingertips still gently holding that cold chip, his thumb repeatedly tracing the engravings on its surface. The voice within the chip flowed slowly through the ship's AI system across the entire bridge—clear, familiar, and seemingly within reach, as if she were standing right beside him by the console, smiling as she teased him, reminded him, and accompanied him, just as she had countless times before.

“Power systems normal, dimensional leap engine preheating complete, energy reserves at 100%. Navigation system locked onto the void echoes coordinates. Preparing to initiate the first trans-dimensional leap. Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...”

It was her voice.

Exactly as it was in his memories, exactly like the call from the void, and exactly like the voice in the depths of his heart.

Lin Fan’s fingertips trembled slightly. Every time he heard this voice, he would momentarily lose himself or fall into a daze. The neon of the virtual world, the explosion at the Antarctic Base, the fragments from the deep sea of memories, the light of the final battle, her final dissipating figure, and the last words she spoke all surged up together, tightening his chest and making his eyes sting.

He possessed the power of a god, yet a single voice could still make his heart stir, ache, and tremble.

This was humanity, this was love, and this was the reason he would never give up.

AKai sat in the co-pilot's seat, quickly adjusting the console parameters while stealing a glance at Lin Fan. Seeing his slightly dazed profile and the tenderness and determination in his eyes, AKai’s lips curled into a helpless yet gratified smile. He tapped the console, feigning nonchalance to break the silence of the bridge.

“I say, Lin Fan, stop daydreaming. If you lose focus during a leap and we accidentally fall into a chaotic dimension—with time turbulence, spatial fragments, and extra-dimensional beasts all coming at us—even ten lives wouldn't be enough to waste.” He paused, his voice softening slightly with a hint of teasing and tenderness. “I don't plan on ever changing the ship's AI in my life. You'd better either get used to it soon or just listen to her voice all the way to the end of the universe until you find her.”

Lin Fan slowly returned to his senses and nodded gently. The galaxy in his eyes softened slightly, and a very faint, light smile appeared on his lips—the kind that only appeared when he thought of her. It was the most precious warmth and the most moving light on the face of a god.

“I'm fine. This is good.”

With her voice to accompany him, he had nothing to fear, even if the road ahead was endless darkness or if the price was forgetting everything.

Franklin’s primary consciousness turned into a stable, pale blue data stream floating in the center of the bridge. On the navigation screen, countless dimensional coordinates flashed, refreshed, and locked rapidly. That faint void echoes was precisely captured, positioned, and tracked, turning into a straight red flight path that pierced through dimensional barriers and extended into the unknown, chaotic depths of the universe, toward where she was.

“Coordinates locked. Dimensional Rift position stable. No abnormal energy fluctuations or signals from extra-dimensional civilizations detected.” Franklin’s voice was calm and professional, carrying a solemn warning. “Target for the first leap: the edge of Dimension α-73, the area where the void echoes energy is strongest. Trans-dimensional leaps carry unpredictable risks—chaotic dimensions, time turbulence, parallel universe branches, extra-dimensional civilizations, and cosmic-level beasts could all become threats. The star's defense systems can only handle low-level threats, so be cautious.”

“It doesn't matter.”

Lin Fan gripped the control lever in front of him as cosmic energy from his palm slowly poured into the ship's hull. The bow of the star instantly lit up with a brilliant, sharp, and indestructible golden light blade, like a sword cleaving through the darkness. His voice was soft yet carried the absolute pressure of a cosmic-level powerhouse—gentle yet powerful, obsessive yet firm, lonely yet directed.

“No matter what lies ahead—be it dimensions, turbulence, extra-dimensional civilizations, or cosmic beasts—anything in our way will be cleared.”

AKai laughed and clapped him hard on the shoulder, his eyes full of trust and passion. “Now that’s the Lin Fan I know—daring to pierce the entire universe and tread through every dimension for one person. Are you ready? Our cosmic search, our journey toward the light, officially begins.”

Lin Fan did not speak; he only nodded gently, his gaze fixed intensely on the red flight path on the navigation screen.

“Countdown: 3, 2, 1—Leap initiated.”

The moment Kate’s voice fell, the golden runes and data streams around the star erupted simultaneously. The brilliant light illuminated the entire bridge, the lunar orbit, and deep space. The silver-white hull turned into an ultimate streak of light, carrying indomitable courage, a cross-dimensional obsession, and the determination to find his beloved as it slammed hard into that invisible yet real dimensional barrier in the void.

Space shattered, and the dimension was torn open.

In the pitch-black void, an endless, golden, and brilliant rift opened. Beyond the rift lay infinite chaos, unknown darkness, and a distant shore beyond imagination—the only direction where her data fragments were hidden.

The star charged into the rift, instantly disappearing from the Solar System's orbit, from human sight, and from the known universe.

In the void, that faint echo became clearer, gentler, and closer.

Like an eternal light, it guided him forward, never to turn back.

“Lin Fan... I am here...”

The price of forgetting, the pain of loss, the indifference and cruelty of the universe, and the dangers and unknowns of dimensions were all waiting for him ahead.

But Lin Fan was not afraid.

He had the star, he had friends walking by his side, he had the lingering warmth in his palm, and he had the eternal love and obsession in his heart.

His cosmic expedition, his journey toward the light, officially began at this moment.

If there is an echo in the void, he will chase it.

If the galaxy has an end, he will walk to it.

If dimensions have barriers, he will cleave through them.

His light, his Kate—he will surely find her.

No matter how long it takes, no matter how far it is, no matter the price.