nycdaug Chapter 683 Lin Yun Terminal
Chapter 683 Lin Yun Terminal
The lights in the ISA control room flickered, much like the cockpit of a fighter jet about to crash. Every electron particle in the air seemed to foreshadow the approaching storm.
Lin Chuyue stood in front of the central control unit, staring intently at the string of bright red, flashing letters:
[Personality Virus β-Lin Yun: Activation Successful]
[Target confirmed: Lin Chuyue]
She had thought that the victory in that battle of consciousness meant the end, but the real enemy was only now showing its fangs.
She looked up at the upper right corner of the screen, where a familiar but long-lost filename appeared prominently in the program's execution path:
【S-Fang_Protocol.ver4.71】
Shen Fang —
The name struck Lin Chuyue like a thunderbolt.
"How could that be? She's already dead," Lin Chuyue murmured.
“She is indeed dead.” Zhou Cheng stood behind her, his face grim. “But the procedures she left behind are missing.”
He quickly accessed the ISA deep file permissions and finally found the deeply buried code in the ninth hidden path.
That was a logic of personality mapping, left by Shen Fang, which was injected into the ISA backbone through a backdoor 72 hours before her death.
The consciousness that was loaded into the system was none other than Lin Yun.
Zhou Cheng's eyes became complicated: "Do you know? She's not leaving a backup plan for Lin Yun... she's creating a Lin Chuyue who will never betray her."
Lin Chuyue was stunned.
"She was not satisfied with you, so she created another you."
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"Ding--"
The system suddenly switched to the "Mind Corridor" interface automatically.
Lin Chuyue's consciousness was forcibly dragged into the deep space of ISA—not a space of empathy, but a prison of personality.
The passageway was as white as snow, and mirrors were placed all around, each reflecting Lin Chuyue's past life.
Suddenly, one of the mirrors distorted and deformed, and Lin Yun slowly walked out.
She was wearing the white dress that Lin Chuyue often wore when she was a child, and her eyes were pitch black with no pupils.
“Sister.” She smiled.
"You killed me once, and now I'm coming back."
Lin Chuyue held her breath and looked at her coldly: "You are not Lin Yun. You are just a failed product pieced together by Shen Fang using the emotional remnants of Lin Yun."
"Is that so?" Lin Yun stepped forward, her smile still lingering. "But in your nightmares, wasn't it still 'Yunyun, don't hurt me?'"
Lin Chuyue's pupils contracted slightly.
This was the last thing she said before she died.
"How do you know..." she murmured.
Lin Yun seemed to enjoy her shock, and gently tiptoed closer to her ear: "Because I've seen you die every single time in your mind."
"I was watching you being burned to death."
Lin Chuyue suddenly swung her hand, knocking Lin Yun to the ground: "You are not her!"
Lin Yun laughed even more wildly: "No, I'm more like 'you' than she is."
"You dare not love, dare not hate, dare not live for yourself, and I—I am the 'beast' you gave up."
"So this time, I'll do what you can't do."
She suddenly stood up and grabbed Lin Chuyue by the throat: "From now on, you will be gradually stripped of your system privileges, and your memories will be transformed into material for my personality growth."
The more you struggle, the more whole I become.
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Just as Lin Chuyue was on the verge of losing consciousness—
"Warning! Detection of dual personality conflict. Main system will be disconnected shortly."
Zhou Cheng banged on the alarm outside, forcibly cutting off the ISA power supply.
Lin Chuyue's body jolted violently, pulling her out of the virtual depths.
She collapsed, utterly exhausted, in front of the control panel, Lin Yun's eerie whisper still echoing in her ears:
"You think you've won, but I've already become your shadow."
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In the lounge.
Zhou Cheng handed her a cup of ginger tea, which Lin Chuyue took but didn't touch for a long time.
“You are now the only host of ‘them’.” Zhou Cheng stared at her. “ISA’s initial personality framework was designed with you as the template.”
“C-Omega, Lin Yun β, or even any personality model in the future, as long as ISA doesn’t die, they will be resurrected in your mind.”
Lin Chuyue put down her cup, her tone so calm it was almost numb: "Then destroy ISA."
"Are you crazy?" Zhou Cheng stood up. "ISA is a national security project. If you dare to touch it, everyone will kill you."
"I've already died once." Lin Chuyue looked at him, her voice low but firm. "What's wrong with dying again?"
The air between the two suddenly turned cold.
Zhou Cheng slowly frowned: "Are you... planning to shoulder this all by yourself again?"
Lin Chuyue did not answer.
She knew that once the ISA destruction program was activated, not only would the personality virus be erased, but her own consciousness template—including all her memories and growth over the past year—would also be reduced to nothingness.
She wants to reset all alternative versions of "Lin Chuyue" to zero.
But she hesitated.
She remembered what Li Zhanchuan said to her that night on the London beach: "No matter what you become, I will always recognize you."
If she erases everything, will Li Zhanchuan still recognize her?
At this moment, Zhou Cheng suddenly spoke up: "There's no need to destroy ISA."
He said in a deep voice, "I have set up a 'personality isolation pod' in the offline partition of ISA. You can imprison Lin Yunβ inside it."
Lin Chuyue looked up at him: "Why did you help me?"
Zhou Cheng lowered his eyes and after a long while said:
"...Because I owe you my life."
Lin Chuyue remained silent.
That was a long time ago, when she was still a nominal executive officer, and she helped him when the experiment went out of control.
He could have died.
And now, he has paid for his life.
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Late the next night.
The perimeter of the ISA main control building was cordoned off, and Lin Chuyue and Zhou Cheng entered the "Personality Isolation Chamber" laboratory.
A transparent consciousness infusion chamber floated in the air, resembling a transparent coffin.
"Are you sure she can be controlled?" Lin Chuyue asked one last time.
Zhou Cheng nodded: "We used your original 'emotion mapping model' as bait to lure Lin Yunβ into it, and then completely cut off the circuit that powers ISA to her."
"She will lose her ability to spread and will be locked up forever."
Lin Chuyue didn't say anything more, but slowly walked into the control area and started the trapping program.
Lin Yunβ's consciousness fragments were quickly captured and began to converge towards the isolation chamber.
She struggled at the end of the passage, shouting, "Sister! You're not a good person either! You're such a good actress—more human than I am!"
"If you live, everyone will get hurt!"
Lin Chuyue listened to her scream without changing her expression.
She murmured softly, "You are the part of me that died... I should send you on your way."
Goodbye, Lin Yun.
She pressed the button.
The hatch closed, a beam of light flashed, and Lin Yunβ's last fluctuations of consciousness were completely annihilated.
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Lin Chuyue stood in front of the control panel for a long time until the isolation system cooling light went out.
This time, she neither cried nor broke down.
She knew that on this night, Lin Chuyue's true, complete personality had finally returned to its rightful place.
But she also knows that the enemy in the future may not be the program.
Rather, they are "people" hidden in the real world.
Those illicit accounts left behind by Shen Fang, the out-of-control distributors of personality technology, and certain big shots who know the secrets of ISA... won't let her off easy.
This time, she is no longer facing her past self.
Rather, it is—this world.
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End of this chapter
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Next chapter preview:
Lin Chuyue decides to return to the real world and prepares to expose the inside story of ISA, but is summoned by a mysterious high-ranking official. He tells her that ISA is not "Shen Fang's creation alone," but is controlled by an entire conglomerate... and that her true identity is not "Lin Zhengguo's daughter." The real Lin Chuyue died when she was eight years old—she was another "substitute for the experimental subject."