Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

Ron squinted.

After a long while, he cursed angrily and strode into the long corridor illuminated by golden light.

"Did you hear that?" The gray sparrow at the front suddenly stopped, frowning as it looked ahead.

"What?" Su Ting looked up alertly.

Su Ting didn't turn his head, but the corners of his mouth turned up again.

“Listen,” he said.

Chapter 957 The Sound of Mechanical Gears

A very faint mechanical gear rattling sound came from ahead, followed by a clicking sound similar to that of an electronic instrument being powered on.

Then came a girl's voice.

Naïve yet cold.

From all directions:

"Welcome to the Freshman Area."

Immediately afterwards, the entire golden corridor suddenly turned red and black, and an alarm sounded.

[System Error: Memory Module Overwrite in Progress]

Su Ting's body stiffened for a moment, and his expression changed drastically.

He turned around and hissed at the crowd:

"Quick, don't let them—"

boom!

The sudden burst of bright light engulfed all vision.

Everyone went blind in an instant.

After the last intermittent notification sound in my ear, the only sound that remained was a single sentence.

That was a woman's cold laugh:

"You are finally here."

The red light swept through the entire passage like a tidal wave, as if some long-dormant consciousness had suddenly awakened.

"Alert - Unauthorized intruder has been identified."

The cold girl's voice rang out again, this time carrying a strange blend of mechanical and human qualities.

Annie opened her eyes, but couldn't see anyone. She felt as if she were floating in the void, with only layers of data streams passing by.

"Where...is this?" she murmured to herself.

"This is the freshman area." A gentle but unfamiliar voice appeared in her mind.

Anne turned around abruptly.

A little girl stood before me, dressed in a pure white dress, her hair flowing softly down, her face exquisitely beautiful, like a work of art. But those eyes…

Hollow and cold, it resembles a running quantum computer, observing, calculating, and assessing all possibilities of existence.

“Isa?!” Anne blurted out.

“I was once a projection of ‘her’,” the girl said, tilting her head to look at Anne. “But before you arrived, I had already been reconstructed.”

Anne's heart skipped a beat: "You're not really Isa?"

"What is reality?" the girl countered. "Is it the warmth in your memory, or the last time she smiled at you?"

She gently raised her hand, and an image appeared—it was Isa's last scene: she pressed the start button in the command center, and her eyes were filled with tears as she turned around.

“She said, don’t let anyone find the core,” the little girl whispered, “but you… still came.”

Meanwhile, in another space, Ron finds himself trapped between a row of towering metal bookshelves, each shelf containing a piece of memory data that glows with a pale blue light.

He casually pulled out a piece and inserted it into the control panel next to him.

The screen flashes:

A scientist stood in a closed laboratory, looking haggard.

"If all of this is destined to fail, please forgive me for making this decision. I am the only backup source of consciousness, and they will never truly control the 'system.' The seventh level is not the end, but only the beginning..."

“Su Ting…” Ron whispered, “What are you afraid of?”

He was about to flip through another record when suddenly, the entire space shook violently.

"Interference detected." The voice was chillingly cold. "Eliminating it."

Countless books transformed into specks of light, hurtling towards Ron as if to tear his consciousness away from the spot.

Ron gritted his teeth and raised his weapon: "Try it!"

On the other side, the gray sparrow fell into a simulated real-world city illusion, where the sky was orange-yellow and a strange floral fragrance filled the air.

"Where is this?" she asked herself softly.

"Welcome to the City of Dreams," a familiar voice replied.

Chapter 958 This is not the real him

She turned around abruptly and saw the young man in the trench coat—the very person she had been tracking.

But she knew that this wasn't the real him.

The man slowly approached: "Miss Gray Sparrow, are you searching for the truth?"

"Who are you?" She took a step back warily.

“I am an abandoned choice.” The man smiled slightly. “A memory sealed at this level.”

“Tell me where Isha went.” Gray Sparrow’s eyes were firm.

The man paused for a moment before speaking: "Do you think she's still alive in this world?"

"She was human...she must have left something behind."

“No.” The man looked down at the transparent chip in his hand. “She was the first person willing to sacrifice herself to complete the system. Isha didn’t run away—she chose to ‘become part of the system.’”

The gray sparrow's pupils contracted slightly.

"She's dead?"

“No.” The man gently shook his head. “She became eternal.”

Deep inside, Leah is in an absurd dream.

In the center of a vast, boundless auditorium, seven people sat at a long table.

Each one of them is a "character" who has died.

Someone cried and said, "I don't want to live the same life over and over again... Please let me stop."

Another slammed his fist on the table in anger: "We are not tools! We are real human beings!!"

The person in the middle, wearing a lab coat, had white hair but a smile on his face.

He was an elderly Su Ting.

Leah approached step by step, her voice trembling: "You're still alive? You've been on the seventh floor all this time?"

The elderly Su Ting nodded gently: "I am neither dead nor fully alive. I am waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?"

“Waiting for you.” His gaze towards Lia seemed to have pierced through countless reincarnations. “Do you know why we chose you as the core tester? Because you could distinguish the differences between each Su Ting.”

Leah's breath hitched: "So...you have so many personalities?"

“Seven fragments of will.” The old man slowly rose. “Now, only the last container remains.”

Leah suddenly realized something was wrong: "What are you talking about?"

“I am waiting for a final host to allow the ‘complete will’ to reintegrate.”

He held out his hand: "And you are my only answer."

At that moment, the entire auditorium shook violently, and all the chairs began to collapse.

A cold, indifferent system voice came through:

**[WARNING: Memory overwriting is in progress; the battle for seventh-level access is about to begin.]**

And far above all of them—

The "young Su Ting," the original clone, is standing on a suspended platform, overlooking the entire situation.

His face still wore that smile that didn't reflect any emotion.

A person walked out from behind, and it turned out to be the "little girl" who had just disappeared.

They stared at each other for a moment.