“What exactly caused the Neutron Star’s attack…”
Xu Xi pondered.
Was it because of Mechanic Force?
Mechanic Force was extraordinary. In the vast universe, Xu Xi had never seen a second instance of its existence.
Clearly, Mechanic Force was a unique ability tied to the system’s entries.
With sufficient Mechanic Force and materials, Xu Xi could instantly establish a complete production system on his own, which indeed posed a significant threat.
Or was it due to the joy of the Machine Soul?
Resonating with the Machine Soul, resonating with the intelligent machines—that mysterious and profound ability to communicate was the primary method by which Xu Xi advanced his technology.
“If it really is because of the Machine Soul and Mechanic Force, then there’s no way I can avoid the Neutron Star’s attack.”
Xu Xi sighed.
Since the simulation began, the effects of the system’s entries had been continuously active.
It wasn’t something Xu Xi could simply choose to discard.
Moreover, what triggered the Neutron Star’s mechanism might not necessarily be these two entries. It could be something else he had overlooked.
“Let’s keep moving forward, Ailei.”
“Yes, Master.”
…
[You had prepared for a long time, trying every method to avoid the Neutron Star, but unfortunately, your efforts were in vain.]
[You still encountered the Neutron Star’s targeted strike.]
[You were utterly baffled.]
[In the end, you gave up trying to figure it out.]
[You never believed that avoiding the Neutron Star’s attack would be easy. The current situation was simply a continuation of the past, seeking survival in the fleeting span of a few hundred years.]
[You smiled, without dwelling on it, and calmly accepted the outcome.]
[Once the fleet’s recovery was complete, you returned to the newly reconstructed ecological starship and resumed your urgent research, hoping to find a way to escape this prison within the limited time you had.]
[Ailei was your capable assistant, always by your side.]
[Whenever you finished an experiment, you would always find Ailei waiting with a prepared warm drink.]
“Master, this water has a trace amount of Seaweed Grass, which can effectively relieve your fatigue. But please be careful, it’s still a bit too hot.”
“You can let it sit for a while.”
“Or I can blow on it to cool it down before you drink it.”
Ailei’s tone was calm.
Her expression was serious and meticulous, always considering her master’s needs, flawless to the point of perfection.
Especially her silver-blue eyes, which carried both the coldness of machinery and the warmth of human loyalty.
Bent slightly at the waist.
Holding a tray.
Dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit, the mechanical servant presented a steaming cup of tea to Xu Xi after his experiment.
Xu Xi hesitated. Couldn’t he just blow on it himself?
To this.
The loyal mechanical servant responded thus:
“You need not trouble yourself with such trivial matters. Please leave it to Ailei. Ailei is happy to serve you.”
Very well, very loyal.
The mechanical servant’s voice was calm, always considering Xu Xi’s needs.
She firmly believed that all mundane daily tasks should be handled by her, so as to avoid wasting Xu Xi’s energy.
“Ailei, I’ll handle it myself.”
In the end.
Xu Xi declined the mechanical servant’s offer.
In terms of processing speed, Ailei was indeed superior. With a slight deployment of computational power, she could control countless intelligent machines to complete tasks.
But Xu Xi wasn’t so exhausted that he needed Ailei’s help just to drink a cup of water.
[You appreciated the mechanical servant’s concern.]
[Drinking the warm beverage, lying on the couch, and watching the obedient and understanding mechanical servant, you felt that the lonely journey through space had gained a warm and peaceful hue.]
[The warm drink was delicious, and you praised the mechanical servant’s skill.]
[For some reason, the girl’s face showed a complex mix of emotions—both happiness and a hint of sadness.]
[You didn’t understand why.]
…
[Simulation Year 275, you are 294 years old, and Ailei has been by your side for 272 years.]
[Another stretch of time had passed.]
[Thanks to genetic treatments and Mechanic Force, your appearance remained youthful, but your inner self had gradually begun to “cool down.”]
[It wasn’t just the mental changes brought by the passage of time, but also an indescribable stiffness, like the rusting of a machine.]
[You speculated that it might be due to the monotonous and repetitive nature of your long-term research experiments. So, you set aside some time to relieve the pressure on your mind while accompanying Ailei in her growth.]
[Simulation Year 291, you are 310 years old, and Ailei has been by your side for 288 years.]
[Your fleet encountered a massive swarm of insects.]
[Their numbers were beyond anything you had ever seen—truly a spectacle to behold.]
[This was the first time you had witnessed a swarm of interstellar insects worthy of the name “cosmic calamity.” The vast, surging tide seemed ready to engulf the stars.]
[Upon detecting the swarm, the loyal mechanical servant, concerned for you, sent an urgent warning to seek shelter.]
[Even though she knew you had the ability to resurrect, Ailei didn’t want to see you die.]
[Your reaction was swift.]
[To avoid unnecessary deaths and waste of resurrection opportunities, you immediately activated various defensive measures upon receiving Ailei’s warning, so quickly that it left the mechanical servant momentarily stunned.]
The Calamity of Machines versus the Calamity of Insects.
The former focused on productivity, with machines endlessly replicating themselves to form an unending tide of metal.
The latter focused on reproduction, with mature insect queens capable of laying countless eggs, from which lower-tier hatching units emerged, forming an interstellar sea of insects.
The clash between these two calamities was naturally brutal.
But in the end.
Ailei emerged victorious.
Xu Xi’s resonance with the Machine Soul and Mechanic Force continuously amplified his forces, and with the newly developed force field weapons in hand, victory was almost assured.
However, faced with this hard-won victory and seeing Xu Xi safe and sound.
The hollow, metal-forged heart of the mechanical servant trembled unconsciously.
Ailei clearly remembered the time when the Federation planet was struck by an orbital attack. Xu Xi, severely injured, had chosen to shoot himself to avoid further trouble.
That fearless resolve in the face of death.
Unbeknownst to her, it seemed to have started fading away.
“…Master.”
“What is it, Ailei?”
“…I will always protect you.”
“Haha, good. I believe in you, Ailei.”
After the battle, Xu Xi stepped out of the defensive measures and smiled, gently patting Ailei’s head.
Ailei lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the ground, quietly feeling the familiar warmth from Xu Xi’s hand spreading through her mechanical body.
It was warm.
Like the winter sun, rare and comforting.
“Master, could you… not let go?”
After a moment of Xu Xi’s hand resting on her head, just as he was about to withdraw it, Ailei gently grasped his wrist.
She looked up, her eyes still calm, but with an unspoken emotion breaking through her simulated expression. In a rare moment, she made a request of Xu Xi.
“Of course.”
Xu Xi’s pupils widened slightly in surprise, but then he smiled and agreed.
“…Thank you.”
And so, Ailei gently held Xu Xi’s wrist, letting his warm hand infuse light into her cold mechanical body, guiding her timid and confused soul.
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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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?"
