Brain Three Kingdoms

Peach charm in the ashes of data When neural links weave into the iron curtain of "destiny", the flames in Chibi are no longer beacons, but a torrent of data ignited by out-of-control AI. Here, flesh and blood is the final heresy. Cao Cao sat upright in the Heaven-bearing Tower, his fingertips sliding over the noise spot named "Liu Bei" on the mind monitoring map; Guan Yu's alloy arm was engraved with "Don't ask to be born on the same day, same year, same month, same day", roaring in the bone-scratching pain of electronic cancer; deep in Zhang Fei's melted chest, the ancient virus awakened with the hot blood; and Zhuge Liang was just a chaotic code waiting for Burning Sky in the frozen server. There is no forgiveness at the end of Huarong Road, only the Fangtian Painted Halberd named "Logical Anchor" in Lu Bu's hand, nailing the remaining warmth of humanity in the old era. In the palm of Liu Bei's hand, a chip dug out of his own flesh and blood was burning with the ancient word "benevolence" - it was the redundancy that the system could not format, and it was the last flame that refused to be extinguished under the ultimate order of the new brain domain. The surging magma is the background of the abyss, and the geometry of the New God rotates silently on the orbit. The scanning wave plows through the consciousness, and the brain-cleaning bug bites the nerves. In this doomsday world where data and flesh and blood have been ground to dust, can the rusted oath float in the torrent of formatting? And at the edge of the abyss, the first chaotic dark purple light at the tip of Lu Bu's painted halberd, is it the first crack in the Iron Curtain?