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The moment the chip embedded into the Ticket Gate, the nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine tiles of Taihe Hall lit up with a ghostly blue pattern simultaneously. The Emperor tore through the data torrent, his Dragon Robe splitting apart as strands of Gold Thread transformed into centipede-like crawling programs, burrowing into my skull along the barcode Birthmark on my wrist.
"Chen Xing!"
I crushed the throat bone of Jade Transformation and roared, my vocal cords vibrating at a frequency that resonated with the Chihwen Knife. In the Quantum Storm, a mechanical silhouette suddenly opened its eyes, and the burning blockchain patterns enveloped my consciousness, crashing against the blade to create a dimensional breach of a Klein Bottle.
The Veteran Coroner's chest erupted with sparks shaped like a phoenix, as charred ribs crackled and reformed into a firewall matrix. He turned back to me with a grin, his mouth full of gold teeth glinting with the activation code of an antivirus program: "Kid, remember to burn me an Apple Fifteen—make sure it's the collector's edition!"
The Emperor's fingers pierced three millimeters into my eyeball, and Dark Matter condensed into a black hole at the end of my optic nerve. I heard my 2099 self sneering in the brain-machine interface, thrusting the Ticket chip into the crevice of Taihe Hall's golden bricks.
The 5G energy network roared to life, and those Blood Pearls drifting through time and space suddenly hovered in place, each drop reflecting the death scenes of Twenty-Three cycles of reincarnation.
"So this is what you fear."
I licked the rusty iron taste of blood from my lips and connected my quantum pain nerves to the power system of the Forbidden City. As the Emperor's core code surged through the Dragon Robe and Gold Thread, the entire palace's eaves and brackets began to reorganize in binary.
Chen Xing's Chihwen Knife cleaved through the Data Stream, carving out a Mandelbrot Set floral pattern, while its blockchain patterns ravenously consumed the royal bloodline data chain. I watched as those golden crawling programs twisted into a DNA double helix in the light of the blade, ultimately collapsing into the anti-counterfeiting QR code on the Forbidden City Ticket.
"Your Majesty, it's time for your meal."
I mimicked the electronic voice of the Chief Minister's mechanical remains, lifting my foot to crush the cloud pattern patch beneath the hem of the Dragon Robe. The firewall formed by the Veteran Coroner suddenly collapsed into white dwarf density, as a phoenix imprint erupted within the singularity, unleashing a supernova-level antivirus pulse.
Ye Qing's quantum body began to overload, each cell shining with the badge number of a Forbidden City tour guide. When Chiwen in Baohe Hall swallowed the last fragment of Blood Jade, I heard six hundred years' worth of 1.91 million cultural relics wailing within me.
"Reboot!"
The memories of twenty-four generations screamed in unison. As Qianqing Palace collapsed into an event horizon, I tore through my quantum skin and pulled out my Spine like a fiber optic cable, inserting it into Taihe Hall's coffered ceiling.
The engraved inscription beneath the golden brick suddenly floated into the air, transforming into the electronic seal of the National Cultural Heritage Administration, pressing down on my bleeding forehead. The Blood Jade reconfigured itself into a bizarre USB drive amidst the data rain, and as it was inserted into the ticket machine, it erupted into a swirling vortex of Starry Night by Van Gogh.
The emperor's screams mingled with the crackling sound of twelve imperial edicts burning, while those parasitic programs attempting to seize control twisted into pixelated fragments of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Scroll under the antivirus pulse.
As the new palace maid caught the falling Hetian Jade Hairpin, the golden tiles of Taihe Hall Square were fading away. Her nails, stained with Crimson Lacquer, brushed against the head of the Chiwen ornament, and suddenly, her phone lit up with a blue notification: "National Cultural Heritage Administration notice: Trainee Ye Qing, please report to Meridian Gate by 8 AM tomorrow."
The closing bell echoed through the quantum corridor, sending ripples from six hundred years ago. I knelt amidst the ruins of Taihe Hall, watching as those Dragon Pattern Gold Bricks flickered with barcode-like glimmers in the sunset.
The surveillance camera abruptly turned towards Shenwu Gate, and a fleeting shadow of a girl in a silk horse-face skirt flashed across the snowflake screen—her jade hairpin was precisely the one that the new palace maid had pinned to her badge.
The ticket machine spat out a blood-stained ticket stub, revealing a line of small print on its back: Time-Space Management Bureau registration number 004-1911-2023. I touched the scabbed wound on my carotid artery; beneath the newly formed skin lay twenty-three Time-Space Rifts weaving together into a dark blue uniform for a Forbidden City tour guide.
At the moment Shenwu Gate slammed shut, fragments of the Chihwen Knife coalesced in the shadows into a Bronze Key. A young man in a white lab coat squatted on the eaves of a corner tower, aiming his Wave Function Collapse Gun at my wrist where my Birthmark burned—clearly resembling the black-gold stripes of a Forbidden City Employee Card.
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