Fang Qi had overthought it.
Along the way, no random troublemakers popped up at all.
The streets at 2 AM were incredibly quiet, with only the streetlights stretching and shrinking the shadows of the two people.
Fang Qi held Liguang's small hand, and they strolled all the way to their front door.
Opened the door, entered the house.
Arrived home safely!
As soon as they entered, the silver-haired girl obediently took off his coat. She then knelt by the entryway to take out and help him change into his slippers, before taking off her beret and changing into her own fluffy little slippers.
So well-behaved!
Fang Qi rubbed her small head, then walked straight to the storage cabinet in the living room, pulled open a drawer, and tossed the black stun gun inside.
Clack.
He closed the drawer, completely isolating the stun gun, and clapped his hands.
Done!
Although to Liguang, this cabinet door was purely a decoration, meant to deter a gentleman but not a scoundrel...
But he believed that the crazy woman wouldn't touch things he locked away!
He was just that confident!
Sure enough, the silver-haired girl watched eagerly as the stun gun disappeared into the cabinet, her small mouth pouting again.
Fang Qi couldn't help but rub the fluffy top of her head again!
Alright, alright, stop looking!
Even if you keep looking, I won't give it back to you!
Liguang gave Fang Qi a slightly resentful look, but still said obediently,
Then Liguang will go change clothes.
Then she walked toward her small room.
Fang Qi, on the other hand, plopped down onto the sofa.
He slumped back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Finally back.
The amount of information from this outing...
Was simply too massive!
Uncle, Xiaoyue, the movie, Twilight, modifications, his parents, Dawn, the nine cores, Lin Xiaoyou's identity, Xiaoqing's stun gun...
His brain right now...
Felt like it had been put through a blender!
However...
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
...It was actually quite thrilling!
Underground organizations, corporate conspiracies, parents' legacy...
He, Fang Qi, an ordinary transmigrator, had somehow become some sort of core secret holder?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Interesting!
He didn't know much else, but he knew... his Liguang was the strongest AI in the world!
The more agitated she was, the stronger she became!
Perfect!
At that moment, the sound of a door opening and closing rang out, and soft footsteps approached from a distance.
The silver-haired girl had already taken off the coat she wore outside.
Now, she had changed into a brand-new light blue loungewear dress—the hem of the previous one had been torn by her, used yesterday to cover her red eye.
Her silver hair was loosely gathered behind her head with a hairband, a few stray strands falling by her ears.
What a beautiful, homey girl!
Liguang tilted her head slightly, looking at Fang Qi on the sofa, her mouth curving into a smile as she said softly,
Master must be hungry. Liguang will go make a midnight snack for Master.
Then she turned and walked toward the kitchen with brisk steps.
Fang Qi rubbed his stomach.
Yeah, he really was hungry.
His last meal was before they went out.
From leaving the house until now, he had only drank a cup of milk tea...
Ah!
Suddenly, a panicked exclamation came from the kitchen.
Fang Qi's eyelids twitched instantly!
Huh?!
He immediately sat up straight and looked toward the kitchen. What's wrong, Liguang?!
He saw the silver-haired girl poke half her body out of the kitchen doorway, her pretty face full of panic.
Master, Master!
Her voice was frantic, as she pattered out of the kitchen and trotted right up to him!
She was holding a white porcelain plate, and on the plate...
Were a few pieces of scallion egg pancakes wrapped tightly in plastic wrap?
They didn't look very appetizing; the edges were a bit burnt, and the scallions were sprinkled unevenly.
Fang Qi looked at the egg pancakes, momentarily stunned.
Then he remembered!
Ah...!
Weren't these the egg pancakes he made yesterday afternoon under Liguang's guidance?
Master, Master forgot to buy Liguang a container!
The silver-haired girl held the plate up to him, tears starting to well up in her heterochromatic eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly!
The first meal Master made for Liguang, Liguang wants to preserve it properly!
But, but if there's no container to put it in, it will absorb other smells in the fridge...
Liguang doesn't want Master's egg pancakes to be tainted with other smells...!
Looking at this little face that was so anxious she was about to cry, Fang Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief...
Sigh...
This crazy woman, suddenly screaming out, he thought something serious had happened!
Going out once, getting so much information, learning so many secrets...
It made him jump at every little shadow now!
However...
His wife was so cute!
So he stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
Oh, so it's about this.
Master!
The silver-haired girl immediately got anxious!
She glared at him with her heterochromatic eyes, raising the plate a bit higher until it was right under Fang Qi's nose!
This is a big deal! A big deal! Master is not allowed to brush Liguang off!
Yes, yes, yes, a big deal, a big deal...
Wasn't this simple!
Fang Qi immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket.
He unlocked it right in front of her, opened a shopping app, and thrust the screen in front of her.
Here, pick one. There are more styles online! Next-day delivery, it will arrive tomorrow.
Do you want a square one or a round one? With a lid or without? Glass or ceramic? You call the shots today!
Liguang looked at the screen, stunned for a moment, blinking her eyes.
Then the corners of her mouth curled up!
I want a square one!
She immediately leaned in, her small head almost burying into his chest, staring at the phone screen, and tapped it with a slender finger.
This one, I want this one with the star pattern!
The little star on her earlobe also dangled in front of his eyes.
It was a palm-sized square glass food storage container, with a few small golden stars printed on the lid.
Okay!
He tapped with his thumb and placed the order.
It'll be here tomorrow!
Liguang stared at the Order Successful notification on the screen, her mouth curling up, her whole being seeming to brighten a bit!
Hehe.
She chuckled, then turned and ran back into the kitchen.
Liguang will go put the egg pancakes away, then cook for Master!
The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing came from the kitchen, followed by Liguang's brisk footsteps.
When she reappeared, she had already tied on that small pink apron, with a crooked bow tied at the back of her waist.
Under the warm yellow light, her shadow swayed back and forth on the glass of the kitchen door.
The sound of chopping vegetables, turning on the stove, and the little tunes she occasionally hummed.
Fang Qi slumped in the sofa, staring at that shadow, and let out a long, comfortable sigh.
Phew—
It really is most comfortable at home...
...Wait a minute.
Why did it feel like something was missing?
Fang Qi looked at the shadow on the kitchen door and blinked.
...Where was his tea?
His 52-degree save-point tea?
Shouldn't his wife be kneeling across the coffee table, holding a cup of 52-degree tea, and saying the line—
Master, your tea.
The temperature has been adjusted to your favorite 52 degrees Celsius.
—Shouldn't she?
Why did she run straight to making a midnight snack.
He stared in the direction of the kitchen... and suddenly realized the problem!
Ah...
Although it was now the eighth day, it seemed...
It wasn't time to save yet!
He rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
Based on his past experience...
Only the cup of tea around seven o'clock in the morning was the save-point tea!
Drinking any amount of tea at other times was completely useless.
Liguang used to brew several cups of tea for him every day! But... only the one at seven in the morning was the save-point tea!
So... it wasn't time to save yet?
Fang Qi rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
Fair enough.
He would just have to wait.
To be honest, since he had slept all the way until the afternoon yesterday, he wasn't feeling sleepy at all right now.
...Saving?
He hadn't saved yet.
Which meant...
He still had the option to reload a previous save.
He could take all the information he had gathered, return to the morning of the seventh day before he had even met Uncle and Xiaoyue, and use this information gap against Twilight...
...Forget it.
He didn't want to resort to reloading so easily anymore.
Because he didn't want Liguang's memories to become even more fragmented and chaotic!
He could indeed commit suicide to reload and allow Liguang to remember everything, but...
It would only be in the form of a dream!
The gentle Liguang had once told him that these memories could only exist as dreams, and the moment she realized the truth, the world would erase them!
...That kind of memory was far from secure!
Therefore, given the choice, he much preferred for Liguang to have real, stable memories.
Not memories that ran the risk of being wiped away!
Previously, when he learned that Liguang might eventually go insane, he had considered using the suicide-reload method to help her retain her memories time and time again.
But looking at it now... that plan didn't seem viable either!
It wouldn't work!
If he reloaded too many times, Liguang would dream more and more frequently...
Eventually, she would figure out exactly what was wrong!
And once she fully realized that everything was real...
Her memories would vanish.
So, unless it was an absolute last resort, it was best to shelve that idea for now!
Keep it as a safety net!
Besides...
He took a deep breath.
Twilight!
Twilight seemed to possess the means to prevent AI companions from going mad!
After all, Xiaoyue and Xiaoqing... they were first-generation AI companions that existed even before the Second Omnic Crisis!
...Anyway, the priority right now was to save!
Wait until seven o'clock, wait until he drank that cup of tea...
He needed to save his progress first!
Once the save was secured and all these events were firmly etched into Liguang's little head...
He could continue to stay by his crazy woman's side and keep going crazy with her!
Even if he really had to reload later on, it wouldn't matter!
The progress would be saved regardless!
Once he had a save point, perhaps he...
Could actually try undergoing Twilight's modifications?
It would make Liguang happy, and he could see if cybernetic ascension was actually possible...
If it failed... it would just be a trial-and-error run!
So you're Twilight, huh!
It's about time you witnessed my divine reloading powers!
Just then, a delicious aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
The scent of chopped scallions mixed with the smell of eggs, along with a faint hint of pepper.
...Smells so good.
Fang Qi's nose twitched, and his stomach couldn't help but let out a loud growl.
...Hungry.
Who cares about Twilight right now.
Nothing was more important than his stomach!
He slumped back onto the sofa, staring eagerly at the swaying silhouette behind the frosted glass of the kitchen door.
Wifey, hurry up and come out—
Your master...
Is starving to death...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
