OBS Chapter 362 The System Is About to Be Unbound? Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat.
Chapter 362 The System Is About to Be Unbound? Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat.
"My mission is accomplished. No matter how much trouble those people on Wall Street cause, they can't escape my grasp."
Lin Zhou swirled the red wine in his wine glass and pulled Su Qingge back to the bedroom.
The sea breeze was shut out by the heavy, carved wooden door, leaving only a faint fragrance and warm lighting inside.
After settling his sleepy wife in, he lay alone on the huge velvet bed, intending to close his eyes and rest.
But before he could even drift off to sleep...
The huge golden panel in my mind suddenly began to tremble violently, emitting a piercing electrical buzzing sound.
hum-
The originally gentle golden data stream turned into a striking scarlet in an instant.
Countless complex characters collapsed and coalesced wildly in Lin Zhou's vision, finally condensing into a large and cold line of red characters at the very center.
[WARNING! The unbinding process has officially started. Current progress: 1%.]
That instant.
Lin Zhou's heart clenched violently, and he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, his heart skipping a beat.
Unbind?
This thing is actually going to completely sever ties with him?
A sudden, intense, and overwhelming feeling of reluctance gripped his heart like vines.
Lin Zhou leaned against the headboard, somewhat lost in thought, watching the scarlet progress bar slowly move forward.
To be honest, this self-proclaimed god-level dad system was actually quite a pain in the ass over the past ten years.
They would punish him with bizarre tasks at the drop of a hat, even forcing this cold-blooded devil to change diapers for children or hand out spicy snacks to younger children at kindergarten.
He used to curse this good-for-nothing leader in his heart countless times.
Every day he longed to finish the game as soon as possible and break free from the shackles imposed on his mind.
But now, as the moment of parting arrives without warning, Lin Zhou realizes just how wrong he was.
There is no system.
He was still that down-and-out son who was swept away by the flood in the capital city on a stormy night and banished by his family like trash to wait for death.
Without the system, there are some unreasonable resource boosts.
He could never possibly wipe out those financial old foxes on Wall Street where capital reigns supreme, nor could he possibly make all the Western bigwigs willingly submit on the pinnacle stage of Hollywood.
It can be said that the current Lin Clan Empire, and all the undefeated myths surrounding Lin Zhou, are all rooted in this old man in his mind.
This is no longer a cold, impersonal auxiliary software.
This is his old comrade-in-arms with whom he has relied on each other for ten years.
What made Lin Zhou even more apprehensive, and even made his fingertips feel a little cold, was an unprecedented sense of crisis.
If the system has been unbound.
Will everything he has now be taken away overnight, like sand slipping through his fingers?
He wasn't afraid of becoming that penniless, down-on-his-luck young master again.
He has suffered the deepest wounds and waded through the deepest mire; at worst, he'll pick up a knife and fight to the death again.
But what about Su Qingge?
She is now a music legend worshipped by the world, accustomed to singing in pristine temples.
There are also Nuonuo and An'an.
From birth, the two children have enjoyed the highest level of protection in the world and have never experienced even the slightest human suffering.
If the system removes the quantum defense shield of Anno Island.
If the system stripped away the almost supernatural musical and combat genes that the children possessed.
Those multinational tycoons outside, those hungry wolves still lurking in the shadows on Wall Street, will definitely pounce on him like sharks smelling blood, tearing his family to shreds.
Lin Zhou turned his head.
By the dim moonlight, he looked at Su Qingge, who was fast asleep beside him, and at his wife's fair and unguarded sleeping face.
His eyes turned somewhat bloodshot at that moment.
He wouldn't allow anyone, not even the system that had given him everything, to take away the happiness that belonged to his children and wife.
If anyone dares to touch his home, he'll fight them to the death, even if it means selling his soul to the devil.
"Master, come out here."
Lin Zhou let out a low growl in his mind, his voice as cold as a military dagger just pulled from an ice cellar.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You can just bind and unbind like that, did you even ask my permission?"
The scarlet panel continued to flash for a long time, and the data stream was getting faster and faster.
The unbinding progress has jumped to 10%.
The cold, mechanical voice echoed in the depths of his mind once more, but it was no longer the rigid urging he used to give.
[Note: This system is a "God-Level Dad Causality Tool," with its core underlying logic being the search for and creation of happiness.]
[The system has detected that the host's current psychological well-being weight has reached its maximum, and the causal chain has been broken.]
The system's voice remained calm, but to Lin Zhou it sounded less like the usual ridiculous tone.
"I'm not happy! I have to feed the chickens in the backyard every day, and I have to go to school to help Nuonuo sort things out. What kind of happiness am I?!"
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and mentally argued with the system, his thick spine covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
For the first time ever, he yielded to the system.
"If you think I scold you, I can just earn more mission points in the future. Stop playing tricks on me."
Su Qingge seemed to be startled by the sudden, somewhat chaotic, and violent aura emanating from Lin Zhou.
She groaned uneasily in her sleep, and instinctively stretched out her two soft arms to hug Lin Zhou's waist tightly.
She pressed her slightly flushed face against Lin Zhou's chest, murmuring indistinctly.
"Honey... what's wrong... did you have a nightmare...?"
Upon hearing his wife's voice, Lin Zhou instantly suppressed his almost out-of-control breathing.
He took a deep breath, and with trembling hands, pulled his wife tightly into his arms, patting her back gently in a soothing manner.
"It's nothing, honey. There was just a blind little mosquito that I swatted dead. Go to sleep now."
Lin Zhou kissed her forehead, trying his best to keep his voice steady.
Feeling a familiar sense of security, Su Qingge relaxed her brows and fell asleep again.
Lin Zhou stared intently at the constantly changing progress bar for unbinding in his mind.
He suddenly realized that this was what it meant to be in this world.
This tyrant, who dominated a multi-billion dollar market and ascended to godhood in the global entertainment industry, was still as vulnerable as a clown when faced with some irresistible mystical forces.
He could only watch helplessly as the progress bar slowly moved toward 100%.
"Young Master, something's happened."
Just then, from the specially made megaphone in the bedroom, came Old Chen's somewhat low voice, which also sounded a little puzzled.
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat again, and he ripped off his bathrobe and put it on.
He glanced at his wife on the bed with a guilty look, then quietly opened the door and walked into the corridor.
Old Chen was standing at the corner of the corridor in his pajamas, holding a holographic monitoring tablet that was flashing green light.
"Young master, this is really strange."
Old Chen frowned, his wrinkles furrowing together, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Just two minutes ago, the hidden micro-storm barrier around our Anno Island suddenly upgraded automatically without any warning."
"The defense index has doubled, and even the deep-sea anti-submarine radar has been turned up to its maximum power."
"Li Ming also sent an urgent telegram, saying that all the cross-border trust funds under Starry Sky Media have just been injected with a trillion-dollar risk-resistant fund of unknown origin. Now the whole of Wall Street thinks we are preparing to launch a financial world war."
As he spoke, Old Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou froze on the spot.
He suddenly looked up at the red panel in his mind.
Unbinding progress: 30%.
This is not about taking away his wealth.
This is clearly the old man leaving behind all his most treasured possessions as an inheritance before he passed away.
A complex emotion, both bittersweet and warm, suddenly welled up in Lin Zhou's heart.
He cursed, somewhat amused and exasperated.
"Old Chen, tell that kid Li Ming to shut up and stop bragging everywhere."
Lin Zhou rubbed his reddened eyes wearily and pointed to the guest room at the end of the corridor.
"Not a single word about tonight's events is to be revealed to the madam."
Although Old Chen had some doubts, he could tell that the young master was in a bad mood, so he bowed and nodded repeatedly.
"Understood, young master. And the urgent call from the British Prime Minister..."
Old Chen asked in a low voice.
"Tell him to get lost, I'm not in the mood to deal with him right now."
Lin Zhou waved his hand dismissively.