Chapter 268: Generation Master, Seekers, Perfect World.

After successfully opening the disk, the head of the monitoring system spent half a minute combing through its contents before turning it into data and sending it straight back to headquarters.

He thanked him politely, and stood up, intending to discontinue the conversation, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Chi Xiaochi lifts her hand, shakes the ring off her pinky, tosses it into the air, and grabs it in the palm of her hand.

He asked, "What are you going to do about the world lines that have been destroyed?"

The Chief Director pressed his hands on the desktop, "This is something we should do, so I won't bother Mr. Ji."

Chi Xiaochi: "That's what I should do. Don't forget, becoming the Lord God, is my heart's desire."

The chief director was stunned, but showed more surprise than Chi Xiaochi: "Your wish ...... is serious?"

Chi Xiaochi raised an eyebrow.

"Please do not misunderstand. Because this is too huge a mess ......," the other party resumed his seat, his attitude was a little less businesslike and detached, "With the information we've gathered so far, not to mention completely restoring the proper order, but even organizing all the world lines that have gone wrong, it will take at least a year. It will take at least a year."

He paused, "With all due respect, I'm afraid you don't understand the enormous amount of work involved, we are also thinking of you, we don't want you to consume too much energy for our internal affairs after the dangers you have experienced. If you need it, I will apply upwards, so that you can return to the original world as soon as possible ......"

"You don't have to worry about whether I can understand or not." Chi Xiaochi said, "I'll just ask one question: do you have any plans to restore the world lines and contracts that were destroyed by the main god?"

"Trying to recover, is a very ......" the chief director said in as euphemistic terms as possible, "difficult thing to do. We've checked all the backed up contracts, and although there is wordplay, it has to be said that both the host, and the original host, signed the contract voluntarily."

"The basis of our system's existence is 'entropy'." The Chief explained in as simple terms as possible, "Entropy is the only source of our energy, which is the negative emotions of humans. In this respect, we are symbiotic with humans. The fact that we seek cooperation with humans, such as you, such as 061, to serve the system in exchange for a chance to live again is one of the ways in which we are symbiotic with humans."

"The Slag Attack Recovery System, in the earliest version of our plans, was just a small system."

"According to our original plan for the Scum Attack System, we were only responsible for resurrecting the original owner from the point in time of his death, collecting 1,000 points of remorse value from the task subject, plus the personal emotions of the task subject during his rebirth, as well as the external emotions he received, and ultimately earning 2,000 points of entropy."

"However, 713, the current main god of the Scum Attack system, submitted a report to the watchdog after a few years of work about reforming the system and reversing the timeline to an arbitrary time to make it easier for the original owner to better avenge himself."

"At first, we dismissed the proposal because it would require at least 10,000 points of entropy for each timeline reversed."

"713 insisted on this and submitted reports over and over again, and we let it try the new system out internally for a while. Little did we know that it would far outperform any of the other systems."

Having said that, the Chief Director commented objectively, "I have to say that it is outstanding in terms of fulfilling the required targets."

--The use of word games to deceive the host and the original host; deliberate selection of hosts with serious character flaws; the addition of a new "favor value" bar to confuse the host and lure people into the drama of the sinking; do not explain to the host the original host's soul still exists in the body of the host, and ultimately, from the host, the original host, The entropy value is collected from the host, the original host, the target, and the system, which is of course excellent.

Chi Xiaochi mused, digesting the known message.

Lou Ying inquired on his behalf, "Does it end up doing any good by doing that?"

"The systems develop their own wishes as they see more and more." The Chief Director said, "Within each system, there exists a pool of 'entropy'. When the pool is full, the main god's mission ends, and we will fulfill a reasonable wish for the main god."

"Wish?"

"Become a higher level System Lord God, or gain freedom and become a human being to end a long eternity. After all, as a system, one has experienced everything but death."

"Then its heart's desire is-"

"We've asked it." The Chief Director shrugged, "It said that it just wants to stay here, not go anywhere, and make this the highest specification system under the Supreme God."

Lou Ying crows.

There is no noble reason, the origin of all the trouble is simply because of the "greed" of a system main god.

The Chief Director re-turned to Chi Xiaochi who hadn't said a word since a while ago : "The reason we were able to sign a contract with the original owner was because there was 'entropy' present in their body at the time of their death, and we were able to establish a contractual relationship with them because we were able to capture their spiritual body that was about to be dispersed, so we could make a contractual relationship with them, so that they could have a possibility of resurrection. But when the original owner died completely, the spirit body had already disappeared completely, so to go back, it's almost impossible."

"Thank you for your rigorous answer." Chi Xiaochi said, "The fact that you used 'almost' shows that there is still a way."

The General Director did not answer positively.

"The power of 'entropy' can go back in time lines. Naturally, it can also return time to when the original masters had just signed the contract. However, you have no intention of doing so." Chi Xiaochi said, "It can be understood that after the system's precise calculations, resurrecting all the formerly victimized Original Owners is a very bad deal."

The chief executive smiled slightly, not affirming or denying.

Chi Xiaochi will never forget that these truly innate systems, though they have human appearance and human expressions, are essentially a pile of data.

What the data seeks is a perfect and cold optimal solution.

The Chief Director said, "Mr. Chi, we are grateful to you for allowing us to discover such a major bug, and because of that, I'm talking to you so much to let you know what a quagmire you're jumping into. Now, you may speak your mind."

Chi Xiaochi leaned back, "This Lord God, I'm done."

The Chief Director exuded a puzzled look, "Mr. Chi, I thought you were very shrewd."

Chi Xiaochi said, "I've never been shrewd."

If she had been smart enough, Chi Xiaochi wouldn't have waited for someone who couldn't come back, and she wouldn't have taken a very different path in life for someone who wasn't likely to come back.

He wants what he wants and never follows his heart.

"To your system, everything is nothing but business. And to do business, credibility is what matters, isn't it."

In business, Chi Xiaochi did not play any emotional cards, and said straight away, "If after the evil □□□ story happened, you just replaced another innate system to be the main god, regardless of the rotten accounts that happened in the past, do you think it is more likely that the other main gods will learn from it, or is it more likely that you will steal the experience of the 713 main gods who cheated, and use it for your own use? The so-called symbiotic relationship is about equal exchange. There was no such thing as equivalence if you couldn't even the score. Besides, if the secret of the 'Innate System' spreads, guess, will the system riot?"

The Chief Chief finally burst into flames and rose up, "How do you know about the 'Innate System'-"

Chi Xiaochi laughs, "Don't you care how I know."

"Instead of letting go of me, who knows the secret, and instead letting another new Lord God know about it, or causing a riot in the system, I'll just let the secret rot here with me." Chi Xiaochi said, "I will conceal this secret and give these 'innate systems' the best possible ending, and I will also help you settle the score, using all the entropy value accumulated in the 'entropy' pool of that outgoing Lord God and the entropy value that will soon be earned, in exchange for a new life for these victims. How about that?"

The Chief Director sized him up, "Mr. Ikari, you are a strange man. Never in my database have I seen a man willing to jump into the fire."

"It's like you said." Chi Xiaochi said, "A Lord God's wish is to become a higher Lord God or to be able to die as a human. I've already died and don't mind living well."

What started out as a simple presentation of exhibits turned into a nearly hour-long conversation.

As he walked out of the hut, Lou Ying asked Chi Xiaochi, "What is the secret of the 'innate system'?"

Chi Xiaochi doesn't answer, looking into a corner of the space.

He'd been here once before last time and knew there were 009's quarters in that direction.

The memory data belonging to these "innate systems" has collapsed, just like the memory of Lou Ying's decades-long mission, which has been reduced to fragments and dissipated.

It was none of Chi Xiaochi's business, but he didn't want to burden Lou Ying too much, so he smiled and rubbed his chest, "It's rotten here."

Lou Ying put his hand over it, touched it tenderly, and was about to speak when a loud, crunchy whistle came from beside him.

089 leaned his back against the door of 023's quarters.

Lou Ying: "Why are you standing here?"

089 touched the tip of his nose: "Just said goodbye to them, 23 also cried, and now I can not go for the time being, he is thin-skinned, not willing to stay with me, so he drove me out ......"

The door to the dormitory thudded steeply and muffled from within, followed by 023 jarring shouts, "Who's crying!"

089 raised an eyebrow at the two, signaling the end of this conversation.

Chi Xiaochi had no intention of informing him about 089 nearly having his memory cleansed by the main god.

He was willing to make everything easier, especially relationships.

He didn't want to attach a layer of favor to the friendship that would inevitably add to it.

So he went along with 089 digressing, "I heard Lou say that when you went to substitute for Lou last time, you did a personal errand?"

"So the new main god is checking in." 089 joked, "Yeah, done."

Chi Xiaochi had already heard the general story from Lou Ying: "I know that you can convince yourself to believe in something so bizarre, but I can't imagine how you would convince 023 that something would happen to him in a certain year or month?"

089 said, "I don't love convincing people. But I will protect him."

Chi Xiaochi: "So confident?"

089 looked back to the window and gave a low chuckle when he saw 023 peeking out from inside, "Because it's me."

......

In the meantime.

Ji Feihong walks along the red-brick paths of Eastern Europe, dragging a suitcase in his left hand and holding in his right a note left for him two months ago by a young student named "Lou Ying".

The twilight of the quadrangle converged on his shadow as he searched for the occupants of 66 Bodil's Block.

From a distance, he saw a young white-haired man in a hat with headphones, elfin-like, on a bench next to his destination, his eyes slightly closed, breathing in the fresh air.

Ji Feihong had a feeling that this was the person he was looking for.

As the note said, at six o'clock in the evening, when the sun was not so strong, he would come out of the house and sit on the bench outside.

It's no wonder that the other side said they would recognize Zhuang Zhangting as soon as they saw him.

It's true that youths don't have very good eyesight.

When Ji Feihong stopped in front of him, he looked up, assuming it was a tourist who wanted to ask for directions, and gave a detached and clumsy dismissal: "Hello, I don't know the way, ask someone else for directions."

"Aye. Hello." Ji Feihong crouched down, realizing that the youth's face was tender, not at all like he was older than himself, "May I ask if your last name is Zhuang."

This clear and righteous voice shouldn't belong to a bad person, but the white-haired youth was still instinctively alert, "You know me?"

"You can start getting to know each other from today." Ji Feihong bent her eyes and smiled, "I'm new on this street, your neighbor."

After clearing up his affairs at the orphanage and gaining a basic command of the Ukrainian language, Ji Feihong asked his father for a year's leave of absence.

Ji father understands his son's temperament, even if the family is rich, but also a master of whims, one day rise up to go to fill tires and sell insurance is not unusual.

He was willing to go abroad this time, and whether it was, as he said, to learn from the advanced experience of foreign nurseries or simply to take a break, Father Ji let him go.

"Neighbor?" Zhuang Zhangting was wary, "How do you know my name?"

"I heard it from someone else." Ji Feihong replied, "There's a 'child from the moon' at number 66, named Zhuang Zhangting."

Zhuang Zhangting was a little happy to think, smooth talker, not a good person.

The man on the other side of the room introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Ji Feihong, and I'm also Chinese."

With a quick mouth and a cheerful voice, he quickly introduced his family history and the purpose of his visit to Ukraine, as well as his hobbies and interests, one of which, "I love to play games," made Zhuang Zhangting perk up his ears.

Zhuang Zhangting is a bit of a silly talker, I think.

After a long series of introductions, Ji Feihong said briskly, "I didn't realize that my neighbor was also a Chinese-American, that's nice, speaking Chinese is really more comfortable than speaking Ukrainian. I want to be friends with you, how about it?"

Zhuang Zhangting seldom talk to people face to face, looks cold, in fact, the hand has tightly gripped the armrests of the bench, so as to suppress the nervousness of the heart: "I generally do not often come out."

Ji Feihong: "Then can I often come to your house to look for you."

Zhuang Zhangting has never had a friend, tense mouth did not say anything, the heart is a little eager, but also a little resistance.

After a long period of silence, Zhuang Zhangting indifferently said, "As you wish."

As soon as ...... the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

He seldom spoke, so he couldn't control the tone of his own voice very well at all.

Why the attitude yourself?

It's over, he thought.

But before the frustration could spread completely, the person on the other side let out a soft laugh, "Then it's a deal. I'll come find you when I'm free."

Zhuang Zhangting didn't dare to take Joe too seriously now, fearing that he would back out, and gave a quick "hmmm".

Ji Feihong looked seriously at his face.

His original plan was to spend a year becoming his friend and then naturally take him away from death.

Saving a life and paying for it for a year is worth it to Ji Feihong.

But after meeting Zhuang Zhangting in person, some of his ideas changed without him even realizing it.

Also unknowingly changing are other things.

Chi Xiaochi, who belongs to the same world as Ji Feihong and Zhuang Zhangting, was so determined that she got into the high school Lou Ying attended, and then entered the same university with great success.

They are uncharacteristically downplaying that involuntary time, and when they do see each other, they are just as close as they used to be.

The two are not trying to be ungrateful.

On the one hand, they know that it is not appropriate to talk about the past, and on the other hand, they have felt a different kind of affection between the other Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying.

The two of them in the ...... other world seem to be lovers.

For Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying, as teenagers, this was something they had only heard about, but never encountered in their lives.

At night when she can't sleep, Chi Xiaochi closes the covers and wonders how two men can be together. Would it be comfortable to cuddle, and how would kissing be different from a girl?

He was just thinking about it, after all, he grew up with Lou Ying and had no contact with girls to compare.

But as the thought bubbled up, his heart itched, as if a thread had sprung from it for no apparent reason, wobbling to the tip of the man's heart downstairs.

Thanks to the other Chi Xiaochi, Chi Xiaochi has a wider world to explore.

He found out that basketball was fun, he found out that going to school every day wasn't torture, and he found out that Tong Zhuo, his former junior high school classmate, even got into a different class at the same high school as him.

It's just that in his last life, he didn't have the heart to dig into all this screaming goodness.

On the first day of high school, Tong Zhuo grabbed him and bemoaned, "Damn, it's you again."

Chi Xiaochi hooked her arm around his shoulder and said, "How nice is that. If you get out of class early, you'll go to the cafeteria and take a seat for me; if I get out of class early I'll take a seat, how about that?"

Tong Zhuo thought for a moment, "Ai Qing has a point, I will not blame you for always following me around."

But it wasn't long before Tong Zhuo bemoaned the fact that he'd been too damn careless with his friendships.

......B classes always end earlier than A classes, and, Chi Xiaochi will still eat one at a time and type one up for his family's Lou, who is a senior in high school.

Tong Zhuo grumbled, "Lou brother Lou brother, you just know your family Lou brother. You're such a small daughter-in-law, marry him and forget it."

Chi Xiaochi hit him with his school bag, but in his heart he thought of another Chi Xiaochi.

That day, he carried himself, went to the public bathroom in the silo, and washed his hair.

"Disappointed to see the other you when you grow up." Chi Xiaochi, the other long-haired one, dropped his head, slightly longer strands brushing his ears, and said, "I'll be thankful as long as you don't grow up to look like me later."

Chi Xiaochi at that time could not speak, but he gave answers in his heart:

--I really want to be the other you, the one who can protect the people you care about the most.

Thinking of this, Chi Xiaochi cremated, feeling that all those inexplicable itching and palpitations of his heart were all because of that little obsession.

He's trying to protect Lou.

He doesn't know what Lou Ying is thinking.

Chi Xiaochi was the one who willingly sacrificed his body in order to bring Lou Ying back to life. As for Lou Ying, he was clearly having a good time, and he was inexplicably possessed by someone, manipulated like a puppet on strings, and lived for a couple of months, so I guess he should have been quite upset.

But when Chi Xiaochi was alone with him one time and asked about it, Lou Ying said, "No, I'm grateful to that man."

Chi Xiaochi put his heart down.

He was quite afraid that Lou Ying would hold a grudge against the object of their benefactor: "Yes. People are kind, and they didn't mean to rob your body on purpose."

"Uh-huh." Lou Ying smiled warmly, looked down to write a few lines, and then inclined his head to call him again, "Xiaochi."

Chi Xiaochi is working on a big physics problem related to acceleration: "Huh?"

Lou Ying asks, "Do you think that Lou is better or this Lou?"

Chi Xiaochi smiles and says, "It's all good."

But in his heart he thought, that Lou is good for everything, but this Lou is by my side.

It was so odd to say, and he'd only thought about it in his mind for a moment before the strange threads started wrapping around his heart again, calling him a little breathless.

Lou Ying gave another "hmmm" and resumed writing, but the corner of his lips dipped in annoyance for a moment.

Lou Ying could have been directly guaranteed a place at the university, but he wanted to take the test once to give it a try, and his final score, too, was unexpectedly impressive.

He went out of town and texted Chi Xiaochi from time to time about his current situation.

Once, Chi Xiaochi texted him, and he was slow to respond, calling an hour later, slightly out of breath.

Lou Ying apologized, "Sorry, I was just practicing my boxing."

Chi Xiaochi gets sensitive, "What are you practicing boxing for. Is someone bullying you at school?"

Lou Ying paused, "No. Just a sudden desire to learn more."

Chi Xiaochi breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since Lou Ying had an accident, Chi Xiaochi would always be paranoid about similar things: "Don't you scare me."

"Didn't want to scare you." Lou Ying's voice warmed down, "If you're worried about me, take the test early and watch me."

So Chi Xiaochi was soon admitted to his school with high marks.

On the day of the report, after taking a bus to the West Station train station in a nearby city, Chi Xiaochi, carrying her luggage, bumped into Tong Zhuo, who was also carrying a suitcase.

The two men looked at each other without words.

Tong Zhuo: "Beijing?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Beijing."

Tong Zhuo: "The drive in half an hour?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Well, that trip."

Tong Zhuo took a long breath and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling brightly, "Let's go."

Lou Ying, who had returned to school early from her summer vacation on behalf of her mentor, picked him up at the station.

Chi Xiaochi jumped into Lou Ying's arms, smiling and pouting, "Senior!"

Tong Zhuo smacked his lips and thought that people with good looks are really popular, change the looks and then change the object, the picture of a person of more than one meter eight pouncing on the arms of a person must be unbearable to look at.

Lou Ying picked him up and rubbed his forehead hair tenderly, "Did you eat on the train? You must be hungry."

The good news today was that Lou Ying's admission to graduate school was assured, and Chi Xiaochi was here to report to the university, so after reporting to the university and setting up her luggage, Chi Xiaochi organized a celebration to meet Lou Ying's friends.

Celebrations are celebrations, but Chi Xiaochi overestimated his drinking capacity.

Unlike the other Chi Xiaochi, who has honed his drinking skills through years of experience in the entertainment industry, this one, under Lou Ying's close care, doesn't even have a chance to get addicted to cigarettes.

Chi Xiaochi was carried back to her dormitory by Lou Ying.

In his third year of college, not many students are still seriously living in the dormitory, most of them have gone out to rent a room with their girlfriends. Lou Ying's resident roommate is the only one left, and he was called by his mentor to go to the lab tonight for fear of having to stay up all night.

Lou Ying moved Chi Xiaochi to his own bed, fetched the washbasin, and was about to go to the hot water room to get him hot water to wipe his face when, before he could close the door, he heard a muffled thud from inside the room.

Lou Ying, in a hurry, pushed open the door of the room again, and really saw the drunken Chi Xiaochi wrapped in a blanket and rolled to the floor.

Lou Ying hugged him tightly around the waist and lifted him up across the room, "You."

Instead, the teenager hooked his neck with a red face, "Brother Lou, Brother Lou."

Lou Ying, who was not a bad drinker but was a little dazed by the puffs of alcohol, patiently responded to the little drunk's words, "Huh?"

Chi Xiaochi pulls back the covers, points to her heart, and says in a daze, "It's uncomfortable."

Lou Ying Hearing him say he was uncomfortable, his heart pumped, "How is it uncomfortable? I'll take you to the school nurse's office to take a look ......"

"It's like being tied up with wires." Chi Xiaochi murmured, "Just thinking about Lou does that. Is that normal?"

Lou Ying was stunned, his heart tightening by the minute.

He wondered if he had misunderstood Chi Xiaochi.

"That Lou Ying likes that Chi Xiaochi, as it should be. ...... That Chi Xiaochi is that good." Chi Xiaochi muttered to herself, "...... But, my family's Lou, will he like me."

Early the next morning, Chi Xiaochi was lying in Lou Ying's lemon-scented bed with a look of hopelessness on his face.

Finished, he thought.

Lou Ying did not return with breakfast until three o'clock in the morning and helped Chi Xiaochi out of bed.

Chi Xiaochi sipped her bean curd brain and just hoped that Lou Ying would be as considerate as ever and not ask anything.

However, as he was putting down his bowl, Lou Ying asked him, "Do you remember what you said yesterday?"

The teenager who remembers everything shrinks back under the covers and tries to deny it, "I broke off."

Lou Ying lifted the covers, looked at Chi Xiaochi for a moment, leaned down, and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Did you think of it?" Lou Ying's voice was shaky too, her cheeks slightly red, "If it doesn't come to mind, I can give you another hint."

What Chi Xiaochi doesn't know is that Lou Ying is even more grateful to those two people than Chi Xiaochi himself.

If it weren't for them, it might have been many, many more years before Lou Ying would have been able to recognize her feelings.

--He was fond of the teenager he had grown up watching over.

From the time he was 18 and realized on the platform that he was about to be unable to see Chi Xiaochi every second of the day, he realized that something wasn't right with his affections.

Good thing, as it turns out, he was never wishful thinking.