The man in white radiated a fanatic's conviction—words meant nothing now. Xiaoxia and Xu Yuan exchanged a glance. Action. Now.
"Can you shut it down?" Xiaoxia whispered, eyes locked on the spiraling temporal model.
Xu Yuan's fingers became a blur across the keyboard. Lines of counter-code erupted like a digital rebellion, scouring the system for vulnerabilities.
The man's smirk vanished. "You insolent—" His hands slashed across his console, deploying firewalls, encryption traps—a labyrinth of defenses.
The core screen became a battlefield.
Two torrents of code clashed, a silent war of syntax and logic. Xu Yuan's brow gleamed with sweat as he navigated Chronos Corp's maze, each keystroke a desperate bid to dismantle the temporal architecture.
The man was no mere scientist—he was a master architect, his understanding of the network absolute. Error logs and defense protocols flooded the display like a hailstorm.
Xiaoxia's pulse hammered. No time.
She scanned the lab for physical controls—a kill switch, a power conduit—anything. But the facility was a seamless beast, every circuit enslaved to the central server.
Helpless, she watched Xu Yuan fight.
Then—
SCREEE—
The core screen erupted in crimson warnings. The Chronos Network's model accelerated, its luminous threads convulsing. The air itself warped, pressure mounting like a coming storm.
"He's forcing activation!" Xu Yuan's voice cracked. "The system isn't stable—he's bypassing the safeguards!"
Xiaoxia's vision splintered.
Fragments of doomed timelines seared into her mind:
—Cities folding into themselves, eras colliding like shattered glass.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ0tx2GW2q9
—People frozen mid-scream, their bodies stretched across centuries.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk3v2gkWzGa
—A universe unspooling, causality reduced to static.
No.
Not this.
Never this.
Her hand shot out, gripping Xu Yuan's wrist. "We don't need to hack it." Her voice was steel. "We crash it."
Xu Yuan's eyes widened—then hardened.
A silent pact.
His fingers slammed a final command.
Not to infiltrate.
Not to control.
To burn.
The screen flared white—
—as the Chronos Network screamed into collapse.
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