Ailei was sick.
Quite seriously ill.
In fact, it was an excellent kind of illness.
This might sound contradictory, but it was indeed the case.
The origin of this incident occurred during a routine scientific research session. Ailei was assisting Xu Xi in observing and recording data on celestial bodies such as neutron stars and white dwarfs.
Ailei performed exceptionally well, meticulously completing her tasks.
Xu Xi praised her for it.
As a result, her machine spirit was greatly delighted—extraordinarily, immensely, and utterly pleased.
This was supposed to be a peaceful daily routine, but the so-called unexpected always arrives suddenly.
As the machine spirit's delight triggered a certain condition, Ailei inexplicably fell into a state of disorder. Her humanoid form collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Xu Xi noticed something was wrong and managed to catch her heavy body in time.
Sparks crackled, and components trembled with a metallic hum.
The starship came to a halt, and the lights flickered.
It wasn’t just Ailei’s humanoid form.
Every piece of machinery under Ailei’s control, anything involving AI computation, simultaneously entered an error state, resembling a human body succumbing to severe illness.
“M-Master…”
Her mechanical eyes dimmed, and her voice was filled with static.
Ailei lay in Xu Xi’s arms, her limbs trembling at an unnatural frequency, repeatedly attempting to stand up.
But every attempt ended in failure.
“Let me handle it, Ailei.”
The loyal machine servant didn’t want to trouble Xu Xi, but Xu Xi couldn’t just stand by and watch Ailei in such a state.
He spoke in a soothing tone, his arms wrapping around Ailei’s waist and legs, carrying her in a cradle-like manner to a flat workbench.
The intermittent lights and crackling noises filled the room.
As the central AI controlling the starship fleet, Ailei’s malfunction indirectly affected other equipment, leaving the scene in chaos and making normal operations difficult.
Fortunately, Xu Xi possessed mechanical prowess and could also control these machines.
“Ailei, if there’s any discomfort, let me know,” Xu Xi instructed.
Mechanical energy surged at his fingertips as he repaired the sudden damage to Ailei’s humanoid form.
During the process, he gently asked Ailei if she knew what might have caused her malfunction.
“Yes, I will do my best to assist you.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Beep. Self-diagnostic program initiated. Starship power unit shutting down. Auxiliary power unit shutting down. Logical verification in progress—”
The pale overhead light cast a hazy glow.
When it illuminated the humanoid form on the workbench, Ailei appeared unusually fragile. Her silver-blue eyes were hollow and dim, like a candle flame on the verge of extinguishing.
Her body was difficult to control, stuck in a state of perpetual sluggishness, unable to function normally.
Confusion, bewilderment, and uncertainty.
Ailei repeatedly ran self-diagnostics, trying to figure out the cause of her “illness,” and genuinely felt that she had caused trouble for Xu Xi.
Her machine spirit was uneasy.
“It’s alright, Ailei. Don’t worry about it,” Xu Xi’s voice was gentle.
His hand, enveloped in mechanical energy, hovered over Ailei’s body, continuously repairing the cracks and damages.
As for Ailei’s abnormality,
as for this sudden malfunction,
Xu Xi was on high alert.
He wondered what the truth behind this was. Could it be that Ailei had been infected by a virus? But in the vastness of space, where could such an attack have come from?
This worry didn’t last long.
After a three-day self-diagnostic process, all the crises were automatically resolved.
Ailei’s abnormality wasn’t due to an external attack, nor was it an illness.
On the contrary, it was an entirely good thing.
“Mutation? No, it should be called evolution…”
Inside the ecological starship,
Xu Xi’s voice echoed in the laboratory.
He looked at Ailei’s diagnostic report, his expression one of astonishment: “Her already immense computational power has grown even further. And this fluctuation… it’s incredible.”
“Was it the triggered condition that caused Ailei’s machine spirit to evolve further?”
“This defies all logic.”
“The suppression power of the Mechanicum Calamity mainly lies in self-replication. Every additional production line leads to an exponential increase in forces.”
“Its progress, its strength, comes through normal technological development.”
“But Ailei’s evolution at the level of her machine spirit has surpassed all logic, becoming an unprecedented miracle.”
Energy flowed through the pipelines, the deep blue glow illuminating the surroundings.
Xu Xi looked at the diagnostic report,
his expression filled with awe.
Everything about Ailei’s abnormality now made sense. The evolved machine spirit’s computational power far exceeded the capacity of her original body, and even the starship fleet struggled to handle it.
Thus, the earlier “illness” occurred.
The solution was simple: once Ailei adapted to her new state, they could build more advanced computers, and everything would be resolved perfectly.
Of course,
during this period,
all operations of the starship fleet, including scientific research, would need to be temporarily halted.
Only the most basic life-support functions would remain active.
“Ailei, take a good rest during this time. We’ll talk more once you’ve recovered.”
“B-But…”
The cold machine servant lay on the workbench.
Her dim eyes, though hollow and lifeless, revealed a hint of confusion and unease.
“I must… serve… my master…”
Her computational power was on the verge of overwhelming her fragile vocal module.
First, there was the indistinct static,
then the increasingly sharp screeching.
Xu Xi reached out, using his mechanical energy to repair Ailei’s body once more, gently stroking her restless head. “Once you’ve recovered, you can help me again, alright?”
“…Yes.”
The loyal machine servant still wanted to serve Xu Xi—to cook for him, pour water for him, and calculate data for him.
But,
obeying her master’s orders was also a must.
Under Xu Xi’s soothing words, the restless machine spirit gradually calmed down. She lay quietly on the alloy workbench, gazing peacefully at the silver starship ceiling above.
Then, she cut off the data transmission.
…
[You have uncovered the truth behind the machine servant’s “illness.”]
[It was a miracle born because of you, a new existence never before seen in the universe.]
[Because of your presence, Ailei’s machine spirit had long been in a state of delight. At the intersection of machinery and humanity, a brand-new evolution had begun.]
[Human evolution is driven by environmental changes, adapting to survive better.]
[But what kind of realm would the evolution of an AI like Ailei enter?]
[You gazed at Ailei’s dormant body, lost in deep thought. You had a faint feeling that Ailei would embark on a completely new path because of this.]
[Yes, your life of comfort had just become even more pleasant.]
[You waited with anticipation, in the cold and desolate depths of space, for Ailei’s evolution to complete.]
[Until then, you would have to live alone for a while, manually controlling the operations of the starship fleet.]
[The machine servant felt guilty, worried that her absence would make your life more exhausting.]
[You smiled and reassured her, telling her not to worry about you.]
[Time passed. You spent your days researching new photonic quantum computers while waiting for Ailei to “recover.”]
[The evolution of the machine spirit was more complex than you had imagined. Three months had passed, and Ailei’s condition was still unstable. She felt deeply guilty about this.]
[Your response remained the same as always: you would wait for her, no matter how long it took.]

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!