On the streets of northern Shencheng in the Xia country, people of various kinds hurriedly walked, seemingly unable to endure the evening chill.
The wind was so biting it made people’s scalps tingle.
Shencheng is a city with distinct seasons and beautiful scenery. Although not economically developed, it boasts abundant resources.
The spring and autumn here are brief, and even though it’s just October, continuous autumn rains have gradually brought a chill.
In the current month, it seemed too early for cotton clothes, yet the hands of passing pedestrians exposed outside their coats were already frozen red.
Despite the trees along the streets not fully turning yellow, one could foresee the sight of them being covered in white frost in the near future.
In a side street, a recently opened bakery emitted waves of fragrance.
A chubby staff member smiled, bringing out a baking tray and placing freshly baked cheese bread on the outside shelf.
Round and plump, the bread emitted steam, generously sprinkled with sugar icing – an extremely attractive appearance.
Wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, a not-so-short boy had been waiting on the street corner, eyes fixed on the bread shelf.
His upper body was covered in a loose-fitting coat, his pants short and tight, embroidered with pink cartoon patterns, even revealing his ankles. It was clear that his outfit was patchwork, barely enough to keep him warm.
His thin figure, covered in dirt, made it almost impossible to see his facial features clearly. Despite appearing like a roadside beggar, his large, bright eyes were dazzling.
Sniffing, Mo Yi eyed the bread on the shelf, swallowing saliva.
Cautiously surveying the surroundings and noticing no one passing by, he slowly approached. When the staff member returned to the shop to fetch more baking trays, Mo Yi swiftly ran past the shelf.
Despite the insults hurled from behind, Mo Yi paid no attention until he dashed out of the street, turning a corner and disappearing from sight.
After running a considerable distance, the boy didn’t even breathe heavily. He lowered his head, looking at the warm bread in his hands, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Once he confirmed it was safe, Mo Yi couldn’t wait to hold the bread in front of him.
The freshly baked cheese bread had a crispy crust, a sweet and soft interior, especially with the hot cheese sauce inside. Just the thought of it indicated how delicious it would be.
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However, after several bites, he still hadn’t reached the expected cheese filling. He decided to tear the bread in half, revealing that the filling was missing.
A baker would rarely make a mistake like this for an entire shelf of bread, but it seemed to happen almost every time he visited.
However, Mo Yi was accustomed to it; his luck was never particularly good. Being able to eat freshly baked bread was already fortunate enough.
In no time, half of the bread was swallowed into his stomach.
Exhaling comfortably, the boy’s eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.
He enjoyed such fresh and delicious food, unlike the past when he was often chained in a drafty, dilapidated thatched hut, eating stale leftovers.
Occasional passersby didn’t bother Mo Yi. He no longer tensed his nerves at the approach of people, as he did when he first arrived in this world, fearing something unpleasant.
Though some people still cast disdainful glances at him, more were focused on their own affairs, paying no attention to a inconspicuous beggar on the street.
It could be said that the few days he had spent in this world were some of the most comfortable days he had experienced.
Having such a peaceful life was a luxury he had never dared to imagine.
Smacking his lips, Mo Yi lifted the other half of the bread, intending to continue his meal. However, at this moment, someone suddenly bumped into him from behind.
His heightened senses had already alerted him to the sound, allowing him to dodge the young man who was engrossed in his phone, not paying attention to the road. He wasn’t hit, but the hand holding the bread accidentally struck a nearby decorative sign.
As his hand loosened, the bread fell to the ground.
Just another day of bad luck…
Watching the fallen bread, Mo Yi sighed inwardly. He picked it up, brushed off the dust, and directly shoved it into his mouth.
“Host, the bread is dirty! You can’t eat it!”
An anxious little voice suddenly echoed in his cognitive realm, startling Mo Yi. He almost dropped the bread again.
Ignoring the voice in his mind, the boy, as if not hearing anything, continued to devour the remaining bread in three or two bites.
What truly reaches the stomach is the most reassuring!
The incessant voice still didn’t stop. In his cognitive realm, a small, huffing dog persistently spoke to Mo Yi, “Host, host! When will you be able to hear me speaking! 006 is so worried about you!”
“If you could hear, it would be great; then we could go on missions. Even if not, we could at least find the target antagonists. Your current life is too bitter! Sob, sob, sob!”
The little dog looked at the forlorn boy with a pitiful expression, eyes red, ears drooping, incessantly muttering. However, there was still no response from Mo Yi.
The system didn’t understand. He had finally awakened, could take care of the host, communicate with the host, but why did the host seem unaware of his existence, completely indifferent to him?
Could it be that even though he remained in the host’s cognitive realm, they couldn’t communicate? If so, the host must be so afraid, alone in this unfamiliar world!
Unaware of 006’s anxiety, Mo Yi’s expression remained unchanged. He walked forward, seemingly oblivious to the persistent voice in his cognitive realm.
Mo Yi didn’t originally belong to this world. His original world was quite backward, unlike the present, where countless fast-moving vehicles filled the roads, and there were delicious foods he had never seen before.
However, he knew very little about human life in his original world. From the day he was born, his body possessed immense energy. Yet, this power didn’t bring him good fortune; instead, he found himself surrounded by malice from his earliest memories.
He didn’t know what he truly was—neither human nor beast, possessing the form of an animal but able to transform into a human. However, his humanoid form retained black animal ears and a tail.
All the animals in the forest feared and avoided him, and he grew up in loneliness. When he discovered a human village as a child, he naively thought he could find companions but was brutally beaten and driven away.
People despised and feared him. After discovering his power, they tried every means to control and exploit him while hypocritically claiming he was an ominous symbol.
In this way, Mo Yi grew up amidst insults and humiliation. That cold world gave him no warmth.
Eventually, unable to endure any longer, he chose to self-destruct, taking everyone who had trampled upon him with him.
He thought everything had ended, but who would have guessed that, upon waking up again, he hadn’t died. Instead, he inexplicably appeared in a completely unfamiliar world.
Suddenly, there was this strange little thing in his cognitive realm, chattering away with peculiar words.
Even though Mo Yi never responded, the entity occasionally spoke to itself, revealing quite a bit of information. Consequently, Mo Yi now understood that this little dog was a system created by a place called the Interdimensional Management Bureau, with the designation 006. He also knew that the entity sought his help for some tasks, seemingly related to changing the fate of antagonists in this small world, saving the world, and the like.
However, just hearing the word “tasks” made him lose interest. He had been deceived too many times by people wearing masks of hypocrisy. Though he had tried to believe in others, the results always left him disappointed. He had no interest in being used by anyone again.
As for the part about not being able to return to his original world without completing the tasks, he didn’t care.
What worth was there in going back to that world?
He had no attachment to his original world and no expectation for this so-called new world.
Without expectations, there would be no disappointments. If he could continue to live in peace like this, he would be satisfied.
The only drawback was that his current body, supposedly replicated by the system using energy, wasn’t as robust as his original body. The source power couldn’t be used, and other abilities were suppressed.
Without sharp claws, his mouth couldn’t spew flames, and he couldn’t even transform into the beastly form he was accustomed to in the past.
However, this was fine by him. Now, he looked like a true human, no longer an anomaly, and faced fewer troubles.
In private, Mo Yi had tried several times to secretly activate his cognitive realm, attempting to expel this so-called system.
However, it seemed like the entity had rooted itself in his mind. Most importantly, Mo Yi felt that he and 006 were surprisingly compatible, not like an intruder but more like someone he had willingly accepted.
Yet, how could that be possible?
Mo Yi found it peculiar, but too many strange things had happened during this time.
After arriving in this world, memories appeared in his mind that he had never experienced before.
In the scene, a man dressed in a white robe kept smiling at him. The man walked over, lifted the small beast-like version of himself, cradling him gently, and caressed the jet-black fur on his body, murmuring softly.
The man’s voice was clear, and his tone was filled with warmth as he spoke to him.
He remembered the man kissing his ears and calling him ‘Little Mo.’ Tenderly, the man said, “Let me give you a name. How about I call you Mo Yi? It means ‘four fires.’ Look, you have a red mark on your forehead resembling flames, and you’re skilled with fire. I think this name suits you.”
“Moreover, the most important thing is that the meaning of Yi is peace.”
And then his owner turns out to be a villain lol
Ohhh… interesting 🫣
Oh! My heart! He suffered só much! Now I wanna see his powers (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
Completely ignoring the system in his head, I’ve never seen such a unique host! 006 is pitiful, but the the host even more so. QAQ
Super excited for this novel, I LOVE BL QT novels, and it’s always worthy of celebration when I see that Chrysanthemum Garden has picked one up! Thank you to the translator (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
It is first time seeing such a pitiful host (・o・)