Lin Yuan gripped Hai's hand tightly as they stepped into the ancient door. Beyond the door, the space was entirely different from the Null Domain. Time and space seemed to hold no sway here; the flow of light and shadow moved slowly, like liquid frozen in mid-motion. Each step forward felt like slicing through a silent torrent, revealing countless remnants of his failed versions.
Hai trembled slightly but held his hand steadfastly, her gaze fixed ahead as if piercing through the layers of folded void. Lin Yuan looked at her, feeling the faint warmth radiating from her body—the only true presence, the sole “exception” in the Null Domain.
“Is this... the end of the recovery?” Lin Yuan whispered.
Hai did not answer but nodded faintly. Her fingers pointed forward at a cube outlined in faint blue light, hovering in midair. Its surface shimmered with complex symbols, seemingly recording the fate and memories of every version of Lin Yuan.
“This is where... your true name lies. This is the ultimate choice you must face,” Hai's voice was soft yet carried an undeniable gravity.
Lin Yuan’s heart tightened as understanding washed over him—“recovery” was not merely about eliminating failure, but integrating, examining, and reconciling all the failed versions and shattered selves until only the true, singular existence remained. He would have to confront the 9,435 past versions of himself, face the fractures of all his failures, and confront the core of his own authenticity.
The cube slowly rotated, each turn reflecting fragments of broken memories: falling into chasms, struggling, fear, despair, and the silent cries before being swallowed by the Null Domain. Lin Yuan closed his eyes, letting those memories surge into his mind, sharp yet distinct. He knew this was the first step of recovery—accepting all his past selves.
Hai came to his side and whispered, “Yuan, do not resist. They are all you. Even the failed ones belong to you. Accept them.”
Lin Yuan drew a deep breath and slowly opened his hands, allowing the light from the cube to flow into him. The illumination flowed like water, tracing every crack, every interrupted breath, every heartbeat crushed in the Null Domain. He could feel countless versions of himself breathing, struggling—every failed version whispering: “You… will fail… you… will vanish…”
Yet this time, he did not hesitate.
“I… accept you,” Lin Yuan murmured, his voice firm and resolute. “I acknowledge your existence and my failures. Every shadow in the Null Domain is a part of me I must face.”
As the words fell, the cube’s symbols accelerated their rotation, and light surged into Lin Yuan’s body like a flood. His consciousness was torn into thousands of fragments, only to be instantly recombined. With each recombination, he felt a connection with the failed versions—a confrontation, yet simultaneously a fusion.
“Yuan…” Hai drew closer, her voice trembling, “can you endure it?”
Lin Yuan did not reply. He closed his eyes, allowing the light to flow through his entire being, letting all the past selves merge fully with his present self. He felt the fracture in his chest slowly mend, yet an undercurrent of fear surged deeper within him—recovery was not simply integration; it was a continuous act of self-selection. He had to decide which memories and selves would survive as his final form and which would be completely erased.
At that moment, the cube suddenly split open. Countless points of light spiraled toward Lin Yuan. A pressure unlike any he had felt before bore down on him, as if the consciousness of over nine thousand failed versions pressed simultaneously against him. Each failed version whispered, screamed, cried—a torrent of energy threatening to tear him apart.
“Do not stop…” Hai’s voice penetrated the chaos, steady and clear. She gripped his hand firmly. “Yuan, this is your choice! You are the only exception!”
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and braced himself to receive the flood of light and fragments of consciousness. Each fragment questioned him: “Who are you? Who are you really?”
He closed his eyes, memories flashing through his mind: Hai, Li, the Null Domain, and every failed version of himself. His consciousness was forged in fire and tempered in ice. Finally, he took a deep breath and whispered, “I am… Lin Yuan. And… I am myself.”
The light from the cube abruptly dissipated. The whispers of countless failed versions fell silent. The Null Domain now contained only Lin Yuan and Hai’s breathing, and the faint rustle of wind. Hai looked at him, tears shimmering yet accompanied by a smile: “You… have succeeded, Yuan. You’ve finally… completed the recovery.”
Lin Yuan knelt down, holding Hai close to his chest. He could feel their heartbeats sync and sense the unique reality they shared. The Null Domain’s structure slowly began to restore order, yet there were no longer folds, no more whispers of death—only silence and infinite possibilities.
He raised his eyes to the ancient portal deep within the Null Domain. The symbols on the door pulsed faintly with light, as though acknowledging his presence. He understood—the door beyond held the truth and the genuine self.
“Hai…” he whispered. “Shall we… go in?”
Hai nodded softly. “Yes, Yuan. The other side of the door is our world.”
They held hands tightly and stepped toward the door. Deep within the Null Domain, the past of failure finally ceased, and a new chapter was poised to unfold before them.
As Lin Yuan and Hai entered the ancient door, they were greeted by a space that seemed both dreamlike and real. Light and shadow floated slowly in midair, each tendril brushing past the remnants of over nine thousand failed versions of himself. He could hear countless past selves whispering, each word tugging at his mind: “You will fail… You will die… You will vanish…”
Hai held his hand firmly. Her warmth radiated comfort and resolve—the singular truth in the Null Domain. “Yuan, every light, every shadow here, is you. Even the failed ones are yours. Do not resist.”
Lin Yuan closed his eyes and let his consciousness meld with the light. He saw himself falling in the Null Domain, versions that halted in fear and confusion, being folded, consumed, and forgotten. He felt each version’s pain and struggle, like needles piercing his heart, yet he slowly embraced them.
“I acknowledge your existence,” he whispered, voice firm. “Whether you fail or vanish, you are an inseparable part of me.”
The light pulsed violently. The consciousness of over nine thousand failed versions surged like a tidal wave against his nerves. Each wave seemed to tear at his mind, yet Lin Yuan clenched his teeth and endured. His body felt weightless, each breath painful, but he did not retreat.
Hai pressed close to his ear. “Yuan, you are the only exception. No past version could complete recovery; only you can.”
Lin Yuan’s eyelids twitched. Determination flooded him like never before. He drew a deep breath and shouted, “I am Lin Yuan, and I am myself!”
Light surged into his body; the cube’s symbols glared brightly. Fragmented memories swirled and recombined within his mind. Each heartbeat struck against the remnants of failure. Past versions tried to grasp him but dissolved instantly into points of light.
“Do not stop!” Hai’s voice rang clearly, unwavering. “Yuan, this is your choice! Face every failure, embrace your true self!”
Lin Yuan held Hai tightly. The Null Domain’s air flowed like liquid. The whispers of failed versions swirled around him like a torrent, assaulting his consciousness. His mind tore and recombined in countless fragments, each containing fear, pain, and despair from the past.
Suddenly, he felt the fracture in his chest mend, replaced by a new, unprecedented strength—the power of integration and acceptance. He felt his heartbeat synchronize with Hai’s, and the lifeline extending from the Null Domain’s black line pulsated anew.
“Yuan…” Hai whispered. He felt the warmth and strength of her fingers. “Are you ready? The last step is to confront yourself.”
Lin Yuan nodded, closing his eyes. Memories of over nine thousand versions flashed before him—their fear, struggle, failures, and hesitation. They asked relentlessly: “Can you endure this?”
He drew a deep breath. “I can. I will endure.”
The cube spun violently. Light surged like a torrent, tearing his consciousness into fragments and recombining instantly. Hai’s figure flickered ahead; he stood at the intersection of light and shadow. The whispers of past failures turned into storms, which he suppressed and integrated into nothingness.
Lin Yuan looked up at the ancient portal deep in the Null Domain. Symbols flickered pale blue, acknowledging his presence. Beyond the door lay the end of all answers and the core of the ultimate recovery.
“Yuan,” Hai whispered. “Once you cross this threshold, you will face your true self and understand our existence.”
Lin Yuan took a deep breath, held Hai’s hand, and stepped onto the final platform. The folded planes trembled like liquid beneath him, cracks spreading outward. Past failed versions whispered, struggled, yet Lin Yuan remained resolute. His will merged with Hai’s, forming the indelible core.
Each step, the Null Domain shifted in response, collapsing and reorganizing, light and shadow interweaving, as if the world itself breathed with his decision. Lin Yuan held Hai tightly, determined: “No matter what lies ahead, I will walk forward.”
Hai’s eyes shimmered with fear and hope. “Remember, Yuan, whatever happens, we are the only exceptions.”
Light streamed into their bodies. The Null Domain became completely still; folded planes vanished, leaving only them at the ancient door. Lin Yuan felt the conclusion of all failed versions and the unique reality of Hai.
“Yuan…” Hai whispered. “Are you ready? On the other side lies our world, and the truth of ourselves.”
Lin Yuan nodded, touching the door. The symbols glowed faintly, acknowledging his existence. The door slowly opened, releasing a flood of light that shattered the boundary between reality and dream. The wind ceased, shadows froze, and Lin Yuan and Hai stepped inside.
Beyond the door lay the end of countless failed versions and the singular start of success. Lin Yuan held Hai’s hand, stepping into the unknown. His consciousness and body merged completely, ready to face the final “recovery” and the truth that belonged to them alone.
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