Lord of the Ruins

The night my sister committed suicide, I paid the price of seeing the truth about the world - losing the emotion of "sadness" forever. From then on, everything turned into cold, regular lines in my eyes. Supernatural beings are loopholes, ghosts are bugs, and gods are administrators with excessive authority. And I am a newbie who just got a compiler. They say emotion is the weakness and reason is the weapon. I believed it. I use logic to deconstruct love, use probability to calculate sacrifice, and use mathematics to prove the justice of "saving the big by sacrificing the small." I became strong enough to define "existence" and "nothingness". Until that woman named Ye Zhiwei asked me at the critical moment of life and death: "Chen Ye, if calculations tell you that you have to give up on me to save the world - will you click 'OK'?" I pulled up the All-Seeing Eye and ran simulation number 173. Success rate: 0.3%. Mortality rate: 91.2%. Reason screamed at me to choose "no". I clicked "Yes". Because in that 0.3% Possibility, there is the way she looks at me. That look cannot be quantified, cannot be calculated, cannot be written into any rules. But it made me, a rational monster, want to be stupid for the first time. So, I embarked on the craziest road: In absolute darkness, proving the necessity of a glimmer of light; At the end of reason, keep the last fire for humanity. Even if the cost is to become an enemy of the world, a traitor to the rules, and—— Relearning pain.