The pure high-energy magnetic field brought about a thermal storm that even Lord Entropy himself could only watch helplessly as she obliterated Ersha.
Because combustion, fundantally, is an irreversible entropy increase process.
Entropy can restore the state of matter, but it cannot use the return of chaos degree to increase the chaos degree.
Forty years ago, Du Zexin, Li Aozi, and others carefully discussed and studied, coming to this conclusion, and personally triggered their own explosion, buried in the flas of hydrogen fusion.
Forty years later today, Li Aozi personally released the explosive flas, dragging Du Zexin into destruction once more.
However, this farewell will be forever.
When the fla-haired girl stood atop the giant dragon entangled with the Solar System and personally detonated Du Zexin, her skin, though not porcelain, had clear azure welling in her eyes.
She had already integrated divinity.
Once upon a ti, she would feel regret and unwillingness for the death of a passerby nad Qiu Ran.
But now, ending the life of an old acquaintance was as emotionally unstirring as shattering a planet.
She remained herself, despite changes in appearance, gender becoming erratic, species no longer carbon-based lifeforms, even bloodline indiscernible.
But existences like ’Li Aozi,’ ’Leoz,’ ’Leoz Dominet,’ ’Polina,’ ’Blacksmith,’ [Blacksmith], firmly anchored her connection to this world.
It took hours for the flas to dissipate. Unfortunately, two small asteroids were accidentally blown apart, weighing just a few trillion tons, not a severe loss, which was acceptable.
Yet, after waiting a long ti, she didn’t see the kill notification appear.
When the flas faded, the fla-haired girl was surprised to find so wreckage remaining in the center of the explosion.
Ersha’s strength entangled the upper half of the ch, and even the head was gone. Caras and monitors were all destroyed, yet the original cockpit location remained mostly undamaged.
"Hmm? It’s already beco a ch, so why keep the cockpit?"
She flew closer, casually assembling a large rocky hand, tearing open the armored suit, revealing the scene inside the cockpit:
"This is..."
What unfolded before her wasn’t a mass of cables and data lines, but a sturdy cultivation chamber, a small infant’s body lying silently at the bottom, brows furrowed.
Lines naturally extended from his body, suggesting he was a naturally chanized human, also known as organic machine race.
She checked the body’s data, finding nothing unusual based on her experience or system detection, nor was he a person of the Secret Citizen.
Though not rare, an organic machine race obviously couldn’t exist on Azure Star; the sole plausible explanation was that the child was an orphan adopted by Du Zexin, undoubtedly brought over from Starry Abyss.
"An orphan secretly brought over? Maybe he could be of use."
The fla-haired girl gently extracted the cultivation chamber, and after a brief thought, a chip appeared in her palm.
Du Zexin had once uploaded his consciousness onto the chip as a backup and handed it to her.
"Sorry, I killed your guardian. Consider this his legacy."
Having said that, the fla-haired girl inserted the chip into the bottom of the cultivation chamber, which continually liquefied the data from the chip, injecting it into the charged gel to transfer to the child.
Though Du Zexin was dead, perhaps the forr Du Zexin could transmit justice and passion in another form.
She made adjustnts, preparing to launch the cultivation chamber to a safe planet. Just as she was ready, she suddenly heard a stir from within the chamber.
"Hmm? Woke up?"
The fla-haired girl turned her head, holding the cultivation chamber with both hands, curiously looking inside.
The organic machine race infant had sohow opened his eyes, staring at the fla-haired girl’s golden-red eyes with his black pupils. After a mont, they focused, seemingly recognizing the girl’s appearance, and imdiately burst into laughter.
"Yah ah... hee hee..."
His laughter echoed from the cultivation chamber. The fla-haired girl, silent, gently shook the chamber, raising her index finger:
"Shh, I’m sending you to a safe planet. You need to be good and quiet, or pirates might find you."
However, the machine race infant seed unable to understand her words, rely extending a finger with a tallic sheen, pointing towards the fla-haired girl, babbling:
"ma... ma..."
The fla-haired girl rocked the chamber as a mother would a cradle, her gaze tender, akin to when she rescued the infant from Mingji Humanity.
Yet, inside, she no longer felt the sa emotional stir.
She gently pushed away, imaginary numbers and chanical force simultaneously surged, constructing a small spaceship, equipped with a fully functioning life-cycle system, navigational settings precisely programd.
"Live well, don’t turn into soone obsessed like Du Zexin."
Choosing a remote planet, free from any faction’s disturbance, when placing the machine race infant inside, he looked back at her longingly, babbling:
"Ah ba ba—bye... Baikia..."
"Baikia?"
The fla-haired girl nodded:
"Yes, Baikia Du. Is that your na? Okay, I’ll rember it. If I have the chance, I’ll co back to see you."
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