Xu Yintang has never fed the cubs such useful but unpalatable things. Their family has always been lenient in this regard, as long as the cubs don’t eat indiscriminately, he never forces the young cubs to eat things they don’t like.
However, this does not affect his imagination of the scene where the cubs cry and roll around.
[What a hellish depiction.] Qingxiao sighed lightly.
He tried to express some concern for the single mother. The bright light figure like the sun flickered to gather the sea of rules, but unfortunately, the goodwill sentiment was not fully conveyed, and the visually suspicious effects of light pollution caused Xu Yintang’s two eyes to stop working one after the other.
[…Sorry.]
Qingxiao apologized, readjusting his light power. He belatedly realized that the sea of rules was not friendly to Xu Yintang, who originated from the other side, so he immediately made amends, gathered everything back, and transformed the space into what he remembered as the reception room in his memory.
Magnificent architecture, and light curtains hanging down. The last time Xu Yintang saw such a scene was in a period drama.
He couldn’t help but blink his newly reorganized eyes, and several clusters of sea lily-like tentacles came out of the eye sockets curiously. Then he suddenly retracted his eyes when he heard Qingxiao’s muttering of resistance with ripples of grievance in his eyes.
Qingxiao knew but didn’t know what he was aggrieved about.
He tentatively considered himself still human.
Just exceptionally unlucky and unfortunate, carrying the burden of patching up the many realms.
Don’t delve too deeply into the simultaneous appearance of the synonyms “unlucky” and “unfortunate” here; the semantic repetition is merely to emphasize his misfortune and unhappiness.
In short, as a (self-proclaimed) human, seeing countless green and red flesh-like tendrils crawling out of another (seemingly) human’s eye socket, wriggling around and spreading fear, without restraint, he would have almost used the sea of rules to drown out Xu Yintang.
Now it’s Xu Yintang’s turn to apologize.
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The tone of his apology sounded very sincere, and his reorganized, more perfect skin showed the strange charm of being able to unconditionally get forgiveness with a smile. But the energy fluctuations emanating from him couldn’t deceive Qingxiao; the lack of sincere empathy was glaringly contrasting with the mechanical electronic sounds Qingxiao used to express his rich inner feelings.
Qingxiao couldn’t help but envy, choked up for a moment, and found his voice, [So, what I want to talk to you about… I hope I can get your help.]
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Qingxiao’s body flickered with a light symbolizing contemplation of how to phrase his words.
[Under the premise of jointly preventing the erosion of more worlds by the Void Sea, I hope you can help different game systems and players better integrate.]
[Since you have encountered Long Hao, you will encounter more in the future. I originally designed them to continuously bring together people who can merge. Systems theoretically merging should not affect players and can even unlock some new system functions. However, as you have seen, there are significant differences between players from different games in their behavior styles and even in their ideologies…]
[So if there is no direct coordination for integration, given the current situation of Nightmare Time and Dream Life, roughly half of the manpower will be worn out before they can adapt to each other.]
[Just because Long Hao is a scrub doesn’t mean that all players in Dream Life have low combat power. In fact, players who progress steadily through instances often accumulate rich experience and resources. Just catching a fantasy or martial arts-type instance can immediately boost their combat power.
Qingxiao’s body lit up with the light of data integration, and the calculated loss rate was as high as half, causing him to emit a pained voice, [No matter the game, mature players are difficult to nurture. If too many die, the game will be directly scrapped, and I’ll have to patch up new games… I just want to retire early…]
Unfortunately, to ensure the independence and stability of the successor system as much as possible, he couldn’t directly intervene in the natural integration process of the system. Even trying to catch a recruit, he only dared to secretly eye Xu Yintang, who was still at C-level. He didn’t dare to touch Xu Yintang in the future when he rises to S-level early, for fear of being caught by the game he created.
—His position as a creator is unique, and he himself is such an extraordinary existence. Even if a trace of him is sensed by the system, it will immediately assimilate the originally independent game system into its own subsystem.
Subsystems have no possibility of further evolution. If a game is rounded off, he has to urgently migrate player data and replicate them one-to-one to start anew. After all, players are difficult to nurture, and they can’t be formatted with the game, or else the Void Sea will definitely take advantage of the situation.
He has to do the work of “immune system” to prevent the erosion of the Void Sea, while also constantly monitoring the systems he has deployed for immediate response adjustments.
Qingxiao talked to Xu Yintang about his three years of darkness, three years after three years, without the majesty of ruling the sea of rules, only the bitterness of a mere worker. Xu Yintang listened with sympathy and touched Qingxiao gently to comfort him.
He did not directly agree to Qingxiao’s request, only saying that if he encountered other players in the game later and received system tasks, he would do his best within his abilities. As for easing the conflicts between players from different games and creating a harmonious atmosphere…
“I will discuss it with Shi Yuebai.” What Qingxiao said at the beginning was to ask [you’re] for help. Even if Xu Yintang now seems to be full of tentacles and brainless, he still knows who he is referring to.
Qingxiao didn’t insist on getting a definite answer. If he could reach a consensus with Xu Yintang to some extent, he would be very satisfied. After thinking for a moment, he reached out his “hand” into the air, as if performing magic, and conjured up a large crow out of thin air.
The crow was obviously caught off guard by being grabbed by him, flapping its wings and letting out a hoarse cry of alarm.
[Here you go… It’s the voice of death, the commander of those monsters. It can help you grasp your current form faster. As long as you’re stronger than it, it’ll listen to you.]
Qingxiao toyed with the crow. Flames silently ignited on the crow’s body, and in the blink of an eye, it burned into a huge fireball. The crow flapped its wings in pain, struggling and crying in his hand.
When the crow appeared, Xu Yintang’s uterus tingled slightly, as if it was eager to conceive but also like it had encountered a natural enemy. However, the strange feeling quickly subsided with the burning of the flames, and his tendrils suddenly smelled something good, reaching out proactively toward the ball of fire.
[That’s it, seize it, and it will be yours.]
Qingxiao guided his tendrils into the crow’s body, and the piercing screech abruptly stopped, the black charcoal-like object wriggled and transformed into countless tendrils’ aggregation, and in a few breaths, it slipped into a brand new crow skin.
It tentatively flapped its wings, then submitted by folding its wings and bowing its head before Xu Yintang, flashing a flattering light.
“Your loyal servant, Blake, pays homage to you, my esteemed and magnificent, supreme master.”
The writhing tendrils of the skin pouch warned Blake of who its current master was, prompting it to change allegiance swiftly. Its speed was so fast that one couldn’t tell that it had recently tried to command monsters to devour Xu Yintang and the cubs, only to be nearly killed by Xu Yintang, which made the monsters infuriated.
As for what the god of death was, it had no idea whatsoever.
All Blake served with wholehearted devotion was the former, handsome, elegant, sublime, compassionate, noble… adult, gathering all the superlatives of the world.
Seeing Xu Yintang seeming hesitant to buy into its flattery, Blake quickly added, “Please believe me, my words are sincere, even among the gods of the Void Sea, there is no one who can match your grace.”
[Can you see where his roots are?] Qingxiao asked.
Blake glanced at Qingxiao, then at Xu Yintang. Seeing Xu Yintang acquiesce to Qingxiao’s inquiry, it cleared its throat, shook the fur on its chest, and melodiously recited a hymn-like praise.
“You are the newborn on the debris of the world, the beginning and end of destiny, an irreplicable miracle. I was fortunate to witness your silhouette, falling into the Void Sea with a huge black beast.”
“Of course, at that time, you were just lifeless ashes and debris, and the entire Void Sea trembled at your birth.”
—So they united unprecedentedly and kicked out the lives that should not exist from the Void Sea.
Blake shifted its gaze, swallowing the last sentence that might displease its master, and continued, “Your cubs and companions are waiting outside very anxiously. Would you like me to send them a message?”
“No need.” Xu Yintang made a final check to ensure there were no flaws in his human skin, then said to Qingxiao, “I should probably go back now.”
“Alright.” Qingxiao thought there wasn’t much left to discuss and returned to its ball form, the quaint guest room dissolving and melding into a warm glow.
With another flash of light, Xu Yintang returned to the workshop.
Author’s Note –
In the next chapter, I’ll try to reveal the origin of Mother Xu Yingtang.
Then we can happily embark on merging game instances and play together with friends from other games! (⚈∇⚈ )
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Shouldn’t Blake have feathers on his chest and not fur? If he’s a crow, I mean.