676, when sadness is magnified infinitely_1

Emotion Manufacturer, the Emotion Creators provide the setting and characters, while the Emotion Producers auto-generate the real-time script.

So, what Chen Xin saw was all his own brain filling in the blanks, nothing to do with Snow Emperor; the only thing directly related to her was the emotional intensity dial on her hand.

The farther the needle moved back, the sadder the scenes Chen Xin's mind conjured up became.

In those scenes, a handsome young man held little Chen Xin in his arms, lifting him high up as the little guy giggled gleefully, as if being held by his father meant he didn't need to fear even if the sky were falling.

"Chen Chen is amazing, let's go tell Mom, today you took even more steps than yesterday."

"Baba..."

"What did you call me? What did you just call me?! Son! Say it again!"

"Ba... Daddy!"

"Hey! Wife! Wife, you've got to hear this!"

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Chen Xin stood there, his vision clear, yet his eyes were veiled with a mist.

No one knew what he saw, the only sound they could hear was Snow Emperor adjusting the needle.

Gu Rong, curious, stepped forward and waved his hand in front of Chen Xin's eyes; Chen Xin's eyes flickered slightly, as though seeing the Gu Rong in front of him, but he gave no response, as if immersed in some emotional atmosphere.

"For real? Is it that heartbreaking?"

Gu Rong muttered doubtfully to himself.

Lin Yi: "Have you ever had a dream?"

Hearing suddenly these words from the stage, everyone looked at each other, puzzled.

A dream? Of course, they've dreamed; who hasn't?

Snow Emperor looked at Lin Yi: "Is there a meaning to this?"

Lin Yi gazed into the distance, his calm expression revealing nothing.

"Whenever we wake up from a dream and look back on it, we often find that the dream was absurd and illogical, and sometimes it's so illogical that we can't even remember what we dreamed about."

After hearing Lin Yi's words, everyone nodded in deep agreement.

Lin Yi: "But in those dreams of yours, your emotions are tightly connected to the entire dreamscape. No matter how ludicrous the events, your emotions are infinitely magnified within it; grief to suffocation, terror to heart-stopping, anger to losing oneself. Even if you know it's a dream, your emotions are still affected."

Gu Rong stroked his chin, analyzing: "So, Senior Lin Yi means that Chen Xin's current state is like being in a dream?"

Lin Yi nodded: "Snow Emperor has constructed the dreamscape for him, and his subconscious has enriched the storyline of the dream. You might not find his dream to be much if you saw it, but Chen Xin, immersed in it, has lost his ability to think rationally. Now, it all depends on his personal will."

As Lin Yi spoke, Snow Emperor continued to slide the needle progressively backward.

"Click-click—"

And the scenes before Chen Xin's eyes shifted, like ink spilled into water being stirred into a different shape altogether.

The once-handsome young man now had wrinkles on his face, he stood on the summit of a mountain, overlooking the sea of clouds.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Do you have to go to this battle? Do you want this status that much?"

Chen Xin's father gazed into the distance for a long time, then suddenly let out a sigh.

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"I really don't want to go because I now have a child."

"But for my child's sake, I must go. I've always been a selfish person, but this time, everything I'm doing is to pave the way for his future. It's just that later, hehehe... I might become an incompetent father in his eyes..."

Chen Xin fell to his knees with a thud, bowing his head.

Tears streamed unstoppably from his eyes, but he couldn't utter a single word, enveloped in thick sorrow.

Gu Rong glanced at the Snow Emperor, then stepped forward to support Chen Xin's shoulders and shook them, saying, "Chen Xin? Can you hear me? Chen Xin?"

Chen Xin showed no reaction, nor did he raise his head to glance at Gu Rong.

At that moment, the Snow Emperor hesitantly moved the hand back a tick.

The hand had now swept three-quarters of the entire dial, with only a quarter left to reach the very bottom.

The scene flickered again.

"Father, I misunderstood you. Please, I'm begging you, come back. Your son has now achieved something—isn't that enough?"

In the images flooding his mind, Chen Xin moved toward a certain direction like a zombie, and in the darkness ahead, he saw his father.

His father still had the familiar look from his memories, his face lined with wrinkles but wearing a kind smile, his eyes exceedingly tender. He opened his arms, as if ready to welcome his toddler son taking unsteady steps toward him, just like when he was younger.

But just then, a sharp, golden blade thrust from behind, piercing through his father's chest.

His father's smiling lips bled, and he slowly knelt down.

With a weak voice, while nodding, he said, "Good... My son has grown up, stands tall, and your father has seen it..."

He then collapsed into a pool of blood.

Chen Xin stared, eyes wide, every word he wanted to say stuck in his throat, thousands of words turning into silent screams, despairingly and helplessly watching the scene before him.

"Chen Xin! Chen Xin! You damned thing, calm down!"

Gu Rong slapped Chen Xin's cheek vigorously but found Chen Xin completely unresponsive. He collapsed on the ground, curled up, tears unceasingly overflowing from his eyes.

Ning Lolita, witnessing this scene, stepped forward, having never seen Chen Xin in such a state of helpless sorrow before.

Seeing his calls were ineffective, Gu Rong looked up at the Snow Emperor and frowned, "Senior, that's enough!"

The Snow Emperor immediately slid the hand forward and raised her hand, retrieving a ball of golden light from Chen Xin's head, which was the constructed memory scene.

"Sorry, I didn't dare to continue adjusting it either."

The sight of Chen Xin had also shocked her; sorrow could indeed cause a person to lose all ability to act, even perceive, turning them into a Puppet at the mercy of others.

Chen Xin opened his eyes, looking around dumbfoundedly, "What happened?"

He got up as if nothing had happened, dusted himself off, then suddenly noticed with surprise that his collar was soaked, and his face felt damp.

"Who the hell splashed water on my face?!"

Chen Xin grabbed Gu Rong by the collar, "Was it you?"

Gu Rong frowned, "Don't you remember what just happened?"

Chen Xin, "What happened? Weren't we just going to test the reward on me? Did we do it?"

Gu Rong curled his lip; he'd been ready to comfort the guy but found there wasn't the need.

Lin Yi, "It's like a dream. Upon waking, only the outcomes of the emotions remain, but not the causes that produced them. This is the reward—Emotion Manufacturer."

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