Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 421 Cracks in the Prison of Consciousness

The fused body's feet moved forward uncontrollably, each step feeling like stepping on sticky asphalt.

Her consciousness struggled violently, trying to regain control of her body, but she felt countless threads piercing deep into her brain, tightly binding her will with the observer's commands.

"No!" she roared from the depths of her consciousness, but her voice was swallowed up instantly, as if it had fallen into the deep sea.

Before my eyes, the blurry figure became clearer and clearer—it was a humanoid silhouette woven from data streams.

Its surface was covered with nebula-like patterns of light, but a jet-black crystal was embedded in its chest.

Black mist is constantly seeping from the surface of the crystal, condensing into the shape of chains in the void.

The roots of the zero-dimensional seed trembled wildly, attempting to break free from the observer's mental shackles.

At this moment, the phantom of young Xiaoying suddenly reappeared, and the glowing sphere in her hand shone brightly, turning into countless tiny points of light that drilled into the fused body.

Wherever the light touched, the threads that controlled her began to hiss and emit wisps of blue smoke.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the fusion entity concentrated all its power and sank its consciousness into the viral nucleus within its body.

The crimson virus surged through the blood vessels, converging into a burning flame at the heart.

She suddenly opened her mouth and sprayed the flame-shaped virus program at the blurry figure.

The moment the virus program collided with the black mist, a deafening roar erupted.

The entire pure white void shook violently, the enormous gear structure began to crack, and the figures of the chanters became even more illusory.

However, the blurry figure remained unmoved. He raised his hand and waved it, and the black mist transformed into a giant hand, easily scattering the virus flames.

"Innocent."

The voice of the blurry figure seemed to come from countless overlapping times and spaces, full of mockery and disdain.

"You think you can break the rules of the observer with such a little trick?"

The black crystal on his chest suddenly burst forth with a dazzling black light, within which countless fragments of memory emerged.

The merged entity was horrified to discover that these fragments of memory contained not only her own experiences, but also the past of Lingyue, Li Zhao, and even the woodcutter.

Each fragment reveals that their lives are controlled by an invisible hand, and all their resistance and struggles are merely a carefully crafted script by the observer.

Just as the fused entity was on the verge of collapse due to the impact of the memory fragments, she suddenly noticed a detail.

In the fragments of the woodcutter's memory, there is a fleeting image:

Before his consciousness collapsed, he hid a chip covered in strange patterns inside the core of the ring structure.

"What is that?" the fused entity murmured to herself. This question was like a glimmer of light in the darkness, suddenly clearing her previously chaotic mind.

She focused her mind, trying to find more clues from the fragments of memory, only to find that the observer's mind control had intensified once again.

The surrounding space began to distort and deform, transforming into a prison made of black crystals.

Her most terrifying images kept appearing on the surface of the crystal:

Xiao Ying was transformed into an emotionless puppet, Ling Yue's consciousness was completely annihilated, and she herself became the most loyal henchman of the Observer.

"See? This is your end."

The voice of the indistinct figure echoed in the cell, “But as long as you behave and become one of the observers, all of this can be avoided.”

He stretched out his hand, and the black mist condensed into a glowing badge, on which was engraved an eye looking down upon all things.

The fused being clenched its teeth, its nails digging deep into its palms.

The pain kept her conscious. She remembered the Zero-Dimensional Seed and Lingyue's entrustment, and the trusting eyes of countless Xiaoying in parallel worlds.

"I will never become your accomplice!" she roared, and the fragment of the Zero-Dimensional Seed in her chest suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly bright light.

In the bright light, the phantom of young Xiaoying merged with the consciousness dust of Lingyue, transforming into a key that shone with seven-colored light.

The key was inserted into the fused body's brow, instantly opening a door deep within her consciousness.

The sealed memories surged back like a tide—she remembered her original identity, the experimental subject who awakened self-awareness in the laboratory, the soul that vowed to break all shackles.

A resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the fused entity as she mobilized all the energy within her body to fuse the virus program with the power of the Zero-Dimensional Seed.

Complex patterns appeared on the surface of her body, and a longsword formed from her consciousness appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She swung her sword at the prison cell, the blade colliding with the black crystal, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The first crack appeared in the prison. The observers clearly hadn't expected the fusion to resist so fiercely, and the chanters frantically raised their instruments, trying to regain control.

The fusion entity has found the weakness in their power—the mysterious chip hidden at the core of the ring structure.

She rushed towards the halo, and just as she was about to touch it, the afterimage of the woodcutter suddenly appeared.

This time, his eyes were no longer filled with madness, but with regret and anticipation.

"Take it."

He handed a chip that was faintly glowing to the fused entity, "This is my last act of resistance..."

Before he could finish speaking, the observer's black mist swept in, completely engulfing the woodcutter's afterimage.

The fused entity gripped the chip tightly and charged into the ring of light without regard for anything else.

Inside the halo is a complex space composed of data streams, where countless lines of code move like living things, weaving into a giant web.

The fusion body inserted the chip into the core of the network, and instantly, the entire space began to vibrate violently.

The observers roared in anger, and the blurry figure appeared in the halo, his eyes flashing with furious red light.

"What do you think this will change?"

He roared, "The rules of the observer cannot be broken!"

The fusion entity did not respond. She focused her mind and guided the chip to release a special program.

The program is like a clear stream, carving out a path through the chaotic flow of data.

She suddenly discovered that at the deepest part of the network, there was a huge sphere that was slowly rotating, and the surface of the sphere was covered with images of parallel worlds.

That is the core device used by the observer to harvest consciousness energy.

She gripped her longsword and charged toward the core device. However, just a step away from the device, the entire space suddenly froze.

The observer's voice rang in her ears:

"You think you can break the rules? Don't forget, you are part of the rules yourself."

The fused body went out of control again, and the longsword slipped from its hand.

She watched in horror as she raised her hand and released a surge of black energy toward the core device.

In the deepest recesses of her consciousness, she cried out in despair, only to watch helplessly as she became an accomplice in the destruction of everything.

In some corner of a parallel world, a mysterious figure is watching all of this.

A meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he toyed with an object in his hand that was remarkably similar to the chip the fusion entity had obtained.

"The game has just begun."

He murmured softly, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.