Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

"Kill you... Kill you..."

Zhou Yanshu climbed up from the sand. His severed fish tail was bleeding profusely, and soon it stained a large area of ​​the surrounding sand red.

Back then, he didn't have the aloof demeanor he has now. His clothes were tattered, his blond hair was mixed with dirt and blood, and he was so obscured that his figure was barely visible.

He was curled up in the mud, like a dying beast, mechanically dragging his half-broken fish tail as he climbed upwards.

“Su Hui…cough…I’ll kill you…I’ll kill you all…”

Qi Mohan watched from inside the cave not far away. The number of mechanical fragments falling from the sky gradually decreased, and the shattered remains of the system had been completely discarded.

The main system paid no further attention to Zhou Yanshu. He never even revealed his true form, controlling everything within the rules with just a phantom image.

He only stared at Zhou Yanshu for a few seconds before turning around and disappearing into the sky.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated into the sky, and as white light seeped in, all the world's imperfections were repaired.

The main system erased all memories related to the retrograde from everyone's mind, with Zhou Yanshu being the key experimental and monitoring subject.

No living being can defy the will of the main system, whether it is tracing back or Qi Mohan.

However, Zhou Yanshu managed to evade the system's forced memory deletion program. He was like a small virus that was surrounded and strangled. Although he was outwardly suppressed, he had already found a loophole in the firewall and was waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

It's unbelievable.

Qi Mohan approached Zhou Yanshu. After the threat receded, everything was reborn and growing, except for those who were excluded from the world.

Zhou Yanshu was slumped on the rocks by the shore, barely alive. Blood trailed behind him, and his torn fishtail flesh was mixed with countless sand and particles.

As the shadows fell from above, Zhou Yanshu sat with his head down for a long while before turning his pupils to the side.

Those silver eyes, when they sparkle, are more dazzling than the empire's rarest stones. They are cool and aloof, imbued with a chilling quality, yet perhaps, hidden deep within, lies a touch of tenderness.

Now it's just a lifeless silver glass bead, mixed with the blood and death aura, more like a rotten fish eye.

"Get out...you filthy things! Die...die..."

Even the voices of hatred and curses were hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken gong.

Qi Mohan smiled. He had quickly ascertained certain things and slowly handed the scale in his hand to Zhou Yanshu: "Want some?"

Zhou Yanshu's cracked lips trembled as he stared at the scale. Unlike the small scale on his body, the scale was large and its entire surface was as black as jade, reflecting sunlight and spreading out in a colorful pattern.

Only the very bottom part was an unusually bright red, stimulating one's pupils. Zhou Yanshu didn't move; his mind was rusty, and he knew without much effort that this scale had been forcibly plucked from Su Hui's body.

It contained bits of flesh and undried blood.

His body remained stiff and unresponsive.

Qi Mohan stared at him for a long while before throwing the dragon scale at him. Zhou Yanshu's fingers twitched slightly; his body reacted faster than his mind, gripping the dragon scale tightly to prevent it from falling to the ground.

"Don't be so sad, he's not completely dead yet." Qi Mohan squatted down, observing Zhou Yanshu as if he were observing a novel and rare creature. "Do you want me to help you? I can help you put him back together."

Zhou Yanshu's pupils shifted slightly, and Qi Mohan, seeing his reaction, also curled his lips: "A piece here, a piece there, he's been scattered in so many places. If you pick up what you can find here and there, you can sew it together and recreate a person."

"Ha... Recreate a person? Recreate a machine? Don't be delusional!" Zhou Yanshu coughed violently. "You're all using him... You all want to use him! I won't listen to you, I can do it myself... Get out!"

To Qi Mohan, his all-out attack was nothing more than a fish struggling for its last breath on the shore. He shattered the spikes, and the smile on his lips deepened.

“Zhou Yanshu…is that your name? It doesn’t really matter, it’s not important.” Qi Mohan grabbed Zhou Yanshu’s wrist, gradually increasing the intensity of his voice and the force he applied.

“Let me tell you, I have no interest in that dead thing, and as for using him… I have no plans for the time being.” Qi Mohan looked at Zhou Yanshu and said, “But you… are worth using.”

Zhou Yanshu's face turned pale. Upon hearing this, he pulled his wrist back and sneered, "What do you mean?"

“Zhou Yanshu, how about we make a deal? I’ll help you piece him back together, body and soul… but on the condition that you work for me.”

Zhou Yanshu: "...Work?"

“That’s right. I will send you to every small world that contains fragments of his soul. You will conquer him, and all the energy points you gain will go to me.” Qi Mohan’s eyes crinkled. “I can see that you have unlimited potential, and I’m sure you will complete the mission perfectly.”

Zhou Yanshu's eyelashes trembled: "What are the requirements?"

"Request? The request is very simple," Qi Mohan said. "Please don't expose me, and don't drag me down with you."

"His body and soul have been shattered. Even if he were thrown into the small world, he would suffer and die young. This is the punishment he deserves for betraying the system."

A faint sneer appeared on Zhou Yanshu's lips again. Qi Mohan glanced at him and continued, "Please go with the flow of the world and let him die."

“If you don’t listen to me, or if the main system discovers something amiss, then I’m sorry…” Qi Mohan pointed to the dragon scale in Zhou Yanshu’s hand, “I will crush you too.”

Zhou Yanshu paid no attention to these threats. He did not hesitate for long before decisively signing a contract with Qi Mohan.

"Okay... I'll go."

At first, Qi Mohan did not expect things to develop to this point—after all, repairing a broken soul takes too much time and effort, and very few people can do it.

He treated these things as a gamble and a game.

But Zhou Yanshu actually brought back all those tiny fragments, piece by piece.

In the end, through a combination of piecing things together, Yu Zhuo was brought back to life.

Qi Mohan looked at the mirror. His face reflected in the mirror was old, unlike Yu Zhuo who was young. This body was already several hundred years old, with loose muscles and long-standing spots and wrinkles.

Originally just a tool for possession, it has now inexplicably aroused some subtle hatred in Qi Mohan.

The process of sending Zhou Yanshu to various worlds to win over Yu Zhuo is actually also a process of Qi Mohan winning over Zhou Yanshu.

He wanted to make Zhou Yanshu accept his fate.

He wanted Zhou Yanshu to experience failure and despair by witnessing Yu Zhuo's death time and time again, and ultimately submit to the system.

But now… Qi Mohan looked up and sighed.

The firewall settings are incorrect; it seems he's been countered.