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Chapter 6 - Chapter 6 Recursive Truth

As my finger hovered over the bloodied keys, the crystallizing survivors began resonating. The socialite's diamond interface refracted infinite choice branches—every cosmic version of me deciding simultaneously.

WARNING: OBSERVATION-INDUCED COLLAPSE

Black tarlike substance engulfed the transforming gangster in an amber cocoon. The housewife's brain extended neural tendrils, assembling burnt truths:

In seven-year-old surveillance footage, a ram-masked "me" injected memory serum into pregnant women. The true arsonist was the young cop—now the gangster—holding an "Ethical Judgment" plaque.

"Cognitive fraud." The PA system mimicked my voiceprint. "You are Subject Zero."

The keyboard flared, activating Memory Corridor. When touching the 143rd cycle's engraving, countless Qixia's ghosts seeped from the walls:

Cycle 37: Clinic destruction caused cognitive plague

Cycle 82: Godhood reset birthed the Ram species

Cycle 299: Seven sins revealed as moral gene-locks

The gangster's cocoon fissured, horns piercing amber. His compound eyes reflected multiverse tragedies: "You're the fucking arsonist! Those pregnant women... those infants..."

The socialite's leeches self-destructed, data storms revealing redacted files:

SUBJECT: QIXIA-Ω

AIM: Create controllable deity via recursive memory implantation

CONCLUSION: Inject moral paradox at Tier 10

The housewife's crystallized corpse shrieked, her brain-cable spearing my neck. In 300-cycle memories, I saw the clinic's true form—it had always existed inside my skull.

COGNITIVE TIER CRITICAL

The keyboard morphed into a neural crown, seven sin modules snapping into place. Survivors' glass shards formed DNA helices as the gangster's skull radiated divinity.

"Final option revised." My voice split into dual frequencies:

"Α. Become recursive deity seeking solutions in infinite cycles"

"Ω. Terminate experiment, embrace absolute void"

As I reached for Ω, the last leech projected Cycle 300: No fire, no clinic, the gangster and I playing chess peacefully.

"Remember..." The socialite disintegrated. "Beyond choices... there's always variable X."