Lin Yuan gripped Hai’s hand tightly, stepping into the ancient door. The space beyond the door was completely different from the Zero Domain. Here, there was no passage of time, no constraint of space. Light and shadow flowed slowly, as if they were solidified liquid. Every step he took seemed to carve a path through a silent current, reflecting countless remnants of his failed versions.
Hai trembled slightly but held his hand firmly. Her gaze was deep, seemingly able to penetrate the layers of folded void all the way to the unknown end. Lin Yuan felt the faint warmth radiating from her body—this was the only real existence, the only "exception" in the Zero Domain.
“Is this… the end of the Reclamation?” Lin Yuan asked in a low voice.
Hai did not answer directly, only nodding slightly. Her fingers pointed forward, toward a cube outlined in faint blue light, suspended in midair. The cube’s surface flickered with complex symbols, as if recording the destinies, memories, and existence traces of all versions of Lin Yuan.
“This… is where your ‘true name’ resides, and also where you must face your ultimate choice,” Hai’s voice was soft, yet carried an unignorable authority, like the whisper of ancient laws, or perhaps the calling of the Zero Domain itself.
Lin Yuan’s heart tensed. He finally understood—so-called “Reclamation” was not simply about erasing failure. It was about integrating and examining all failed versions, all fragmented selves, until only the truly singular existence remained. He had to face the 9,435 versions of himself, every trace of failure, and his own innermost core. Every breath resonated with the light from the cube, as if he coexisted with countless past selves in the same instant.
The cube rotated slowly. With each turn, fragments of broken memories were reflected: helplessly falling into the abyss, struggling desperately in fear, the silence of despair and collapse. Lin Yuan closed his eyes, feeling these memories surge into his nerves and consciousness like a tide, sharp yet clear. He knew this was the first step of Reclamation—accepting all past versions of himself.
Hai walked to his side and whispered, “Yuan, don’t resist. Those are all you. Even the failed you are part of you.”
Lin Yuan took a deep breath and slowly opened his hands, letting his consciousness come into contact with the light flowing from the cube. The light streamed into his body like flowing water, illuminating every crack, every paused breath, every heartbeat crushed within the Zero Domain. He felt countless versions of himself breathing and struggling simultaneously. Each failed version whispered, “You… will fail too… You… will disappear…”
Yet this time, he did not retreat.
“I… accept you all,” Lin Yuan murmured, his voice firm and resolute. “I acknowledge your existence, and I acknowledge my failures. Every trace in the Zero Domain is a part of me that I must face.”
As the words fell, the symbols on the cube accelerated their rotation, and light rushed into Lin Yuan’s body like a flood. His consciousness was torn into countless pieces, only to be instantly reassembled. With each reconstruction, he could feel his connection to the failed versions—not just opposition, but integration.
“Yuan…” Hai leaned closer, her voice trembling. “Can you endure this?”
Lin Yuan did not answer. He closed his eyes, allowing the light to flow through his entire body, letting his past selves and his present self completely overlap. He felt the cracks in his chest slowly heal, but a deep-seated fear continued to grow—Reclamation was not merely integration, it was an endless process of self-selection. He had to choose which memories and which selves would become the final him, and which would be erased forever.
At that moment, the cube suddenly split open, and countless points of light spiraled toward Lin Yuan. He felt unprecedented pressure, as if the consciousness of over nine thousand failed versions were pressing down on him simultaneously. Each version whispered, screamed, or cried, their combined emotions forming a force strong enough to tear him apart.
“Don’t stop…” Hai’s voice came through the chaos. She squeezed his hand tightly. “Yuan, this is your choice! You are the only exception!”
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and faced the incoming flood of light and consciousness fragments with all his might. Each fragment asked, “Who are you? Who exactly are you?”
He closed his eyes, his mind flashing through Hai, Li, the Zero Domain, and all failed versions of himself. His consciousness was forged by fire and tempered by ice. Finally, he drew a deep breath and whispered, “I am… Lin Yuan. And I am… myself.”
The cube’s light vanished abruptly, the whispers of countless failed versions ceased, leaving only Lin Yuan and Hai’s breathing, and the faint sound of the wind. Hai looked at him slowly, tears glimmering yet smiling: “You… did it, Yuan. You’ve finally… completed the Reclamation.”
Lin Yuan knelt and held Hai in his arms. He felt their heartbeats sync and sensed the singular reality they shared. The structure of the Zero Domain slowly began to restore order, but within that order, there were no more folds, no more whispers of death, only tranquility and infinite potential.
Lin Yuan raised his eyes to the distant portal of the Zero Domain. The symbols on the door still flickered faintly. He realized—the door held the truth, and his true self.
“Hai…” he said softly, “shall we… go in?”
Hai nodded gently. “Yes, Yuan. The other side of this door is our world, our true selves.”
Hand in hand, they stepped toward the door. In the depths of the Zero Domain, the failures of the past finally ceased, and a new chapter was about to unfold.
Inside the door, the space seemed to transcend both dream and reality. Light and shadow flowed slowly, each strand moving like tendrils across Lin Yuan’s consciousness, gently brushing the remnants of over nine thousand failed versions of himself. He felt his past selves whispering: “You will fail… you will die… you will disappear…”
Hai held his hand tightly, her warmth bringing reassurance. “Yuan, every strand of light, every remnant here is you. Even the failed versions belong to you. Don’t resist.”
Lin Yuan closed his eyes and allowed his consciousness to merge with the light and shadow. He saw the versions of himself that had fallen in the Zero Domain, each stopped by fear or confusion, being folded, devoured, and forgotten. He felt the pain and struggle of each version piercing his heart like countless needles, gradually being accepted by himself.
“I acknowledge your existence,” Lin Yuan murmured, firm and powerful. “Whether you fail or vanish, you are an inseparable part of me.”
The light quivered violently. The will of over nine thousand failed versions surged like a tidal wave into his nerves. Every impact felt like tearing at his consciousness, yet Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and endured. His body felt as if gravity had been stripped away, every breath laced with pain, but he did not retreat.
Hai whispered into his ear: “Yuan, you are the only exception. No matter how many past versions existed, none could complete the Reclamation. Only you can.”
Lin Yuan’s eyelids twitched. A determination unlike any before surged within him. He drew a deep breath and shouted softly: “I am Lin Yuan, and I am myself!”
Light surged into his body, the symbols on the cube flashing brilliantly. Countless fragmented memories converged and reassembled in his mind. Every cell in his body trembled, every heartbeat striking against the remnants of failure. He saw past versions of himself reaching for him, only to dissolve into points of light.
“Don’t stop!” Hai’s voice was clear and resolute. “Yuan, this is your choice! Face all failures, embrace your true self!”
Lin Yuan held Hai close in his arms. The air of the Zero Domain flowed like liquid. The whispers of over nine thousand failed versions swirled around, battering his spirit. His consciousness was torn by countless points of light, then reassembled, each fragment containing past fear, pain, and despair.
The crack in his chest felt mended by invisible hands. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by unprecedented power—the power of integration and acceptance. He felt his heartbeat align with Hai’s and sensed life radiating from the black line extending deep into the Zero Domain.
“Yuan…” Hai called softly, her fingertips transmitting warmth and strength, “are you ready? The last step is facing yourself fully.”
Lin Yuan nodded, closing his eyes. In his mind flashed the nine thousand plus versions of himself: their fear, struggle, failures, and moments of hesitation. His past selves questioned, “Can you really endure?”
He drew a deep breath and whispered: “I can. I will endure.”
The cube rotated violently again. Light surged like a flood toward Lin Yuan. His consciousness was completely drawn out, fragmented into countless pieces, and instantly reassembled. Hai’s figure flickered ahead while he stood at the junction of light and darkness. The whispers of failed versions became a storm, suppressed and integrated by him, finally dissolving into nothingness.
Lin Yuan raised his eyes to the ancient portal deep within the Zero Domain. The symbols flickered faint blue, as if responding to his presence. He understood—beyond this door lay all the answers, the culmination of Reclamation.
“Yuan,” Hai whispered, “once you step through, you will face your true self and understand the meaning of our existence.”
Lin Yuan inhaled deeply, gripping Hai’s hand, stepping onto the final plane. The folded plane beneath him shattered like liquid, cracks spreading outward. Past failed versions whispered and struggled, but Lin Yuan remained unwavering. He felt his will merge with Hai’s existence, forming a core that could not be erased.
Each step made the Zero Domain respond to his will, collapsing and reforming, light and shadow intertwining, as if the entire world breathed in accordance with his choice. Lin Yuan gripped Hai’s hand firmly, determined: “No matter what lies ahead, I will walk in.”
Hai’s eyes flickered with fear and expectation. She whispered, “Remember, Yuan, no matter what happens, we are the only exception.”
Light and shadow poured into their bodies. The Zero Domain completely stopped, the folded planes disappeared, leaving only them before the ancient door. Lin Yuan felt the end of all failed versions and sensed Hai’s unique reality.
“Yuan…” Hai whispered, “are you ready? Beyond this door lies our world, and the place of our true selves.”
Lin Yuan nodded, raising his hand to touch the door. The symbols flickered faintly, responding to his presence. The door slowly opened, and a surge of light poured in, breaking the boundary between reality and dream. The wind of the Zero Domain ceased, the light and shadow froze, and Lin Yuan and Hai stepped inside together.
Beyond the door lay the conclusion of countless failed versions, and the beginning of the only successful path. Lin Yuan held Hai’s hand tightly, stepping into the unknown. His consciousness and body fully merged, ready to face the ultimate Reclamation and the truth that belonged solely to them.
In the depths of the Zero Domain, the darkness completely ceased, leaving only the two of them, and infinite possibilities that belonged to them alone. Lin Yuan finally understood that all the pursuit—the failures, the folded spaces, the whispers of death—were all for this moment, to achieve self-redemption and rebirth.
Hand in hand, Lin Yuan and Hai walked through the light, stepping into a brand-new world, while the Zero Domain became a trace in memory, no longer affecting reality, leaving only their singular exception.
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