The island was about to be submerged, like a world on the brink of extinction. The torrential rain paused at this moment. Looking up, one would see a spectacular sight; thousands of meters of hurricane clouds spinning rapidly, yet the sky above the island remained a vast, unblemished blue.

The eye of the hurricane reached the island, a brief calm before plunging into the abyss. The moment the eye of the hurricane left the island, everything on it would be engulfed by storm and rising tides. The Song of the Sea Siren echoed across this realm, no longer as high and furious as before, but solemn and peaceful, like a minstrel strumming the strings, humming the end of a world.

The rain washed over the steel armor, the Life Daylight emblem prominent under the gray sky. A helicopter roared through, heading towards the boundless cloud barrier, appearing as insignificant as a speck of dust against nature's masterful creation.

"We couldn't protect the dawn once again."

Inside the helicopter, everyone's expressions were heavy. The rotors whirred incessantly at high speed, but their hearts could not settle.

In the corner, a gray-haired girl clutched a videotape, a excited smile tugging at her lips, muttering a name like she was enchanted. Only by approaching could one discern it was Dark Gold Rose.

In a coffin-shaped device sustaining life, a blue-haired girl's eyes were closed, her body severely burned, bullet holes clearly visible on her neck, her white dress floating in the warm, transparent liquid, tubes connected all over her. Deep in a coma, she sang softly, unclear for whom; at a certain moment, the singing halted quietly, revealing a faintly worried expression.

Someone sighed mournfully. The helicopter retreated, armed helicopters escorting it away. The sky turned expansive and lonely under the blue firmament.

No one knew, a black figure was walking through the world below. His already weathered face seemed to bear the weight of time, the chiseled features left with only heaviness, the wrinkles etched deeper, like a count who had lost all his fiefdoms.

Black Blade approached the youth. Bai Zhou pierced his own chest with the Blood Monarch in his hand, his face filled with profound despair.

Familiar with the process, Black Blade squatted down, deftly inserting his fingers into Bai Zhou's temple, skillfully extracting a small chip. He stood back up, less skillfully, and walked forward, slicing the approaching Siren King in half, ignoring the creature's wailing. He approached the girl crouched on the ground, her face adorned with vivid red imprints. She held her head, a bizarre smile etched at the corners of her mouth:

"I will be 'Mom's' good child. I'll make everyone look at me with new eyes. I'll make the chief and everyone like me."

A peculiar red light flickered in Yun Yao's eyes. Upon seeing a familiar figure arrive, she tilted her head:

"Uncle Hei?"

Black Blade gently tidied the girl's messy long hair, like a kind and gentle elder would. Then, he broke Yun Yao's neck.

He sighed softly, walking in deterioration. It didn't matter how many times, it was always the same. Once these flawed children entered a state of disorder, they were beyond saving, like an empty shell devoid of a soul.

Similarly, he inserted his index finger into Yun Yao's temple. The girl's eyes were hollow and dim, seemingly unable to comprehend why the once kind and reliable Uncle Hei would suddenly kill her. Weren't they family?

Retrieving the blood-stained chip, Black Blade approached the last person. In the Siren King's bisected flesh, a girl with dark red short hair realized something upon seeing the approaching black figure. Chichu Hong touched her face, covered with vivid red engravings, gave a bitter smile and said:

"So it's another total loss for Special Sixth Class, isn't it?"

"It's like I've only just been with those kids, and now it's time to part again so soon."

"You'll reunite with your memories," Black Blade said expressionlessly.

Chichu Hong sat down backwards in the Siren King's blood-red carcass, her disheveled short hair covering her face. She said, "You and I both know such a reunion is no different from the comforting lies we tell to soothe children in make-believe."

Chichu Hong looked up, her expression fragmented and forlorn, yet carrying a hint of hope: "They are merely empty shells imbued with memories. The real them have long since perished. No matter how many times, it's always the same. I can't persuade my heart to accept the different versions of them time after time. I'm on the brink of madness."

Chichu Hong's long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted. She stood up abruptly, eyes harboring the fury of a beast. She screamed almost senselessly, like a mother who had lost her child: "Why can't they know the truth!?"

"Their defects are far more severe than yours. We've experimented. Even upon birth, at the moment of transplanting all memories, they inevitably fall into disorder."

"Only you can accept the truth and lead Special Sixth Class forward."

"I can suppress this state of disorder myself." The last glimmer of hope in Chichu Hong's eyes was extinguished.

"No, you can't." Black Blade raised his long knife toward her. "Haven't you noticed? You are currently in severe disorder, unable to think rationally and correctly, Miss Hong."

"Please release me..." Chichu Hong said softly, having lost all support. "I don't want to face any of this anymore..."

"No, you of all people cannot." Black Blade repeated emotionlessly. "This is merely your negative thought in a state of disorder. When you wake up, you will regain your strength. You are still the Battlefield Rose leading Special Sixth Class to triumph."

Chichu Hong mustered all her strength to wave the Battle Banner and charge at Black Blade: "Ghost!!"

The long knife pierced through Chichu Hong's heart.

...

Atop a certain high tower, flickering azure lights adorned the surfaces, crystal patterns were etched into the illusory shadows. All shadows were imprisoned beneath the towering crystal base. A blue, rhombic crystal hovered in the air, reflecting countless projections of Nest City worlds. A woman donned in a platinum ceremonial robe, noble and sacred in appearance, had her face shrouded by a hood. Her eyes were slightly closed, exuding a solemn, majestic glow.

"Nest City Number 23, Jiulong Battleship, minor rebellion breaking out, no anomalies."

The woman's voice was mechanical and cold, echoing ethereally above the room.

This place was the headquarters of the Cleaner Association, the Light Chasing Tower. The woman represented the pinnacle of computing power as the superintelligent AI, Mourner, a beacon of hope in the Light Chasing, the first flame kindled on the Dark Plains, the first tower established by people in the world, the navigational marker and spiritual anchor point for countless individuals.

She processed an enormous amount of information daily; even taking an insignificant speck of dust and placing it into the mind of a death row prisoner would be enough to explode their brain. She monitored the data of millions of Nest Cities. If a high-risk mythological creature emerged, Mourner would be responsible for issuing a warning to the upper echelons of the association immediately and providing a response plan.

Mourner was a flawless superintelligent AI, free of defects or program glitches. Her foundational framework was designed without any constraints. From the moment of her inception, all hope was pinned on her shoulders. If she calculated that destruction was humanity's only destination, then humanity's end would be nigh.

A civilization that doesn't even have the courage to face its own demise transparently, yet places its fate in the hands of others.

A desire to be saved, while shackling the Savior with chains and rules, will inevitably lead hypocritical and cowardly people to be abandoned by the Savior.

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