nycdaug Chapter 388 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 9
Chapter 388 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 9
Chapter 388 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (9)
Ran Cang stumbled to the ruins of the collapsed Moon Palace, his hands trembling as he rummaged through the shattered crystals.
Her eyes were filled with anxiety and determination, and she kept muttering to herself:
"Fairy of the Moon Palace, where are you? Your silver hairpin... must still be here."
However, after searching through all the broken crystals, she could not find the familiar silver hairpin. Only the cold crystals cut her fingers, and the blood dripped onto the ruins and was instantly swallowed up.
After leaving the Moon Palace, she headed towards the Temple of the God of War.
The beams and pillars inside the hall were filled with powdery ashes, as if they were the final sigh of the God of War.
A strong sense of unease welled up in Ran Cang's heart; her breathing became more rapid, and her steps heavier.
When Ran Cang trembled as she pushed open the ice door to the birth pool, a bone-chilling cold rushed towards her.
The primordial fire that had burned for billions of years condensed into a pale "404" that floated in the air.
Those striking numbers were like a cruel mockery of fate.
"This...what the hell is going on?"
Ran Cang's voice was on the verge of collapse, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"...elder brother?"
Her voice carried a hint of probing, a hint of expectation, but mostly fear.
Sui Si stood amidst the afterimages of the spiritual fire, his moon-white robes fading to gray, as if all color had been stripped away.
His gesture of raising his hand to catch the falling snow was as elegant as when he taught her to draw frost flowers when they were young, but his eyes, which should have been filled with a sea of stars, were now two dark vacancies—tiny emoticons were escaping from the edges of his eye sockets, as if his soul was dissipating little by little.
"Ayu."
He turned his head and looked at her precisely, a gentle smile that Ran Cang knew so well, but that smile was now chilling.
"Are you also trapped in your obsession?"
Ran Cang looked at his brother, who was both strange and familiar, and his fear reached its peak.
She rushed forward desperately, trying to hug Sui Si, only to find that her hand passed right through his body.
"Brother, what's wrong? Don't scare me..."
Ran Cang burst into tears, her cries echoing in the deathly silence of the world, sounding so helpless and desperate.
Ran Cang's fingers trembled slightly. The moment his pale, frost-like fingertips slowly passed through Sui Si's illusory image, the originally silent palace was suddenly filled with a sharp buzzing sound.
The three thousand soul lamps seemed to have been subjected to some kind of intense stimulation, emitting a chilling sound.
The lamps that had long been extinguished were now strangely covered with a dense array of pop-up ads.
Each pop-up window tirelessly loops and plays absurd videos created by believers.
In the scene, the scene of Sui Si teaching her to draw frost flowers is ruthlessly cut and reassembled, accompanied by that demonic laughter, which reverberates back and forth in the empty palace.
"Don't look!"
Sui Si's illusory figure suddenly solidified, and he shouted urgently, his voice filled with undeniable tension.
Immediately afterwards, a cold hand swiftly covered Ran Cang's eyes.
This action was so familiar. Seven hundred years ago, when Ran Cang was burned by heavenly fire while secretly reading a mortal story, her brother shielded her from the intense light without hesitation.
"Ayu, don't hurt your eyes." Sui Si's gentle words still seem to echo in my ears.
But at this moment, Ran Cang clearly felt that what was covering his eyelids was not warm flesh and blood, but countless writhing characters.
Those densely packed binary codes seeped into her brain little by little, following her tear ducts.
She realized with horror that the code was trying to alter the shape of the frost flower deep in her memory.
"Brother, your hand... what happened to it?"
Ran Cang choked back tears, her voice filled with panic and helplessness. She instinctively grabbed the wrist that was being digitized.
What my fingertips touched was no longer the once warm and gentle divine bone, but some kind of pixel particles that were constantly being buffered and loaded, just as my elder brother was gradually becoming an illusory existence.
Sui Si's moon-white wide sleeves suddenly exploded, turning into a barrage of bullets flying everywhere.
"awsl", "laughing to death", "double tap 666"—these colorful words frantically coiled around his arm bones like greedy vines, dismantling the god's limbs into replicable information fragments.
Ran Cang stared wide-eyed in horror as she saw a thumbs-up icon appear on her brother's neck.
With each jump, golden stardust escaped from the inexplicably appearing wound, as if the elder brother's divine power was gradually fading away with this strange "like".
"When three million believers turned the Frost Flower tutorial into memes, my divinity became a shareable document."
Sui Si spoke, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow.
Fluorescent blue data streamed from his empty eye sockets, slowly converging into a progress bar on the lapis lazuli ground.
"Now that the number of downloads has exceeded one billion, my existence... is being distributed to countless devices."
I can feel myself gradually losing control of my divine status, becoming fragmented.
Ran Cang suddenly remembered the 404 error code in the Chaos Spirit Fire, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
With trembling hands, she almost frantically tore open Sui Si's clothes.
Sure enough, where the Frost Soul Divine Spark should have been, a constantly rotating loading symbol appeared, but now, that spot has been replaced by a cloud storage icon.
"How could this happen, brother? Your divine status..."
Ran Cang's voice trembled, his eyes filled with despair.
"They even created a super topic for you..."
The scene reflected in the Frosty Soul Mirror, tinged with frost, shattered her heart completely.
The illusory image of Sui Si was split into a nine-square grid, with each fragment spreading wildly in different dimensions.
Q-version figurines are selling like hotcakes on e-commerce platforms, with comments section full of "So cute, I'm ordering now";
AI drawing software generated millions of fan art images using his face, with all sorts of strange and bizarre styles that made Ran Cang almost unrecognizable to his brother.
Even in the Book of Rebirth in the Underworld, his electronic signature, which seemed to have been randomly copied and pasted, was printed.
"Brother, how could they do this to you..."
Ran Cang murmured to herself, tears welling up in her eyes.
A sudden mechanical roar came from the depths of the Arctic Abyss.
Ran Cang turned his head and saw that the chalcedony pool where they used to play as children was rapidly collapsing and turning into a PowerPoint template.
Countless shopping links for "Sui Si's style" products slowly surfaced from the bottom of the pool, the most glaring being a popular comment:
"Forward this Snow God, and you'll definitely fail your exam next week (doge)."
"What kind of world is this? How has everything become so absurd..."
Dylan was filled with sorrow, anger and helplessness intertwined.
"This is the new deity."
Sui Si's voice carried the unique vibration of an electronic synthesized sound. He slowly reached out and caught a snowflake that was playing cheesy pickup lines.
"When faith becomes a meme, then the gods become... become..."
His words suddenly stopped, and large mosaic patterns appeared on his body.
Ran Cang watched helplessly as her most cherished memories were covered up.
That year on the Lantern Festival, the ice magnolia that Sui Si had adorned her hair with was now turning into a light-emitting diode, with scrolling "hahahaha" text appearing on the petals.
"No, don't change it, those are our memories..." Ran Cang cried out in despair.
"I do not want!"
Ran Cang frantically slashed her wrist, splattering bright red Frost Soul Blood. She tried to use this blood, imbued with divine power, to draw the Ice Magnolia from her memory in the air.
But every time she painstakingly completes a petal, an electronic watermark is automatically generated:
Image source: Internet. Infringement will be prosecuted.
"Why, why are even my memories being taken away..."
Ran Cang wept in despair.
The illusory image of Sui Si began to flash with a blinding red light, followed immediately by a system notification sound that exploded in the void:
"Warning! Unauthorized data repair detected. Anti-piracy program will be activated shortly."
The frost-flower hairpin, adorned with dappled blue light, shattered instantly. The North Star embedded in the hairpin head transformed into a GIF, looping a bizarre image of Sui Si being photoshopped into women's clothing.
"No!" Ran Cang let out a shrill scream.