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The moment of not feeling pain seemed like an illusion. Ye Bingran's gaze turned ferocious once again, and by the time he realized it, he had already fallen back to the ground. Even the slightest movement sent piercing pain through his bones.
Zheng Mengni silently watched everything unfold, yet it was as if she saw nothing at all, her beautiful brows and eyes gentle as water. She couldn't help Ye Bingran, so she chose to avoid this embarrassing scene, leaving him a shred of dignity.
After Zheng Mengni left, a crisp sound suddenly rang in Ye Bingran's mind. A gentle and pure voice gradually spread:
"Would you like to bind to the Rescue System?"
The system temporarily muted Ye Bingran's pain and restored his rationality. This world had been utterly destroyed by A Qi; the characters were mad, wounded, and trapped in schemes. Out of desperation, the leadership had specially summoned someone from headquarters to salvage the situation.
However, only one character could be bound, so after careful consideration, they chose Ye Bingran, who was currently in the most perilous situation. The others still had chances to survive; only Ye Bingran would die completely if no one intervened.
The original body had already been dispatched to another world and would not return. The shell that Ye Bingran inhabited was nearly useless; at this point, there was only one last method left—if this kid was willing.
It was faintly said that death was the only form of relief.
Ye Bingran closed his eyes and thought of Zheng Mengni's figure; he felt he was about to go insane. He had promised her that he would pull himself together and live well.
"I don't want to die."
Ye Bingran calmly stated: The system had previously told me that if I succeeded in my mission, I could continue living. I had to tear open the cruel truth: but the mission has already failed.
Ye Bingran declared firmly: "As long as I’m not dead, it doesn’t count as a failure."
The poison within you has no cure; no matter how many times you endure the onset of addiction, there is only one outcome: death from the poison.
Ye Bingran gritted his teeth stubbornly: "I can endure."
No wonder A Qi chose you at first glance.
Qing Qian smiled lightly and said with a hint of regret: "But it's a pity you haven't realized that you've already been tortured beyond normalcy. In the past, you would have known better than anyone else what condition this body is in. Tenacity is a good thing, but failing to recognize the situation will only bring you harm."
Ye Bingran's defiant demeanor finally showed a crack. He knew he was bound to die, yet he still insisted on living through the pain. It was for the promise he made to Zheng Mengni.
Ye Siqian once said he wanted to pluck all the stars from the sky for Zheng Mengni, but Ye Bingran stubbornly believed that one should never make promises lightly about things that were impossible to achieve. He would not say unrealistic sweet words just to please Zheng Mengni.
But just now, when he silently agreed in his heart, he had already made up his mind to see which would outlast the other—the poison within him or his own will to survive. He wanted to find out whether the poison would torment him to death first, or if he could exhaust it over time.
I will not die, Ye Bingran murmured absently to himself.
Suddenly, something came to his mind. He lifted his head slightly and sincerely thanked the void above him: "Thank you for letting me hear her expectations of me just now. Otherwise, I truly wouldn’t know what reason I had to force myself to keep going."
He sighed, realizing that if he had known how stubborn he would be, it might have been better not to let him hear it at all; he had truly ended up complicating things.
Yet Ye Bingran smiled: "Even if I couldn't hear it, I could still guess."
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