The elevator stopping on the thirteenth floor felt somewhat eerie, though Zhao Qinghan was the only one inside. She stepped out, gazing down the dimly lit hallway where a few nurses on duty chatted lazily.
They were still drowsy. Zhao Qinghan approached, slipping a bit of sleeping powder into their cups. She watched as they drank it mid-conversation before finally making her way to the ward door.
She had arrived.
Ming Xiaowei saw the red dot on her panel pause outside the door. Given the female lead’s personality, she wouldn’t enter while invisible—how else could she show off?
Sure enough, the moment Zhao Qinghan pushed the door open, she dispelled her invisibility.
Her small heels clicked softly as she strode to the beds, letting out a light, mocking chuckle.
"Sleeping so soundly," Zhao Qinghan mused, her laughter laced with icy detachment.
Meanwhile, the boys pretending to sleep were terrified.
Pure panic flooded their minds.
The hospital had security, and every floor had nurses and doctors on duty. How had this woman slipped in unnoticed, evading everyone in the dead of night?
One of the men cracked an eye open—only to see a small, vivid flame flicker to life in Zhao Qinghan’s palm.
Holy shit!
Had he somehow crossed into another world? Since when could people conjure fire in their hands?
That woman hadn’t lied. Zhao Qinghan had supernatural abilities.
The man instinctively sat up, desperate to flee, but his legs were still immobilized in casts.
"Awake? Good. Watching your own death is a far cry from dying in your sleep," Zhao Qinghan said, her smile radiant yet cruel—nothing like the aloof celebrity they’d idolized on screen.
The other men scrambled upright, abandoning all pretense.
"Sis! Save us, quick!"
They hadn’t forgotten—someone else was in the bathroom.
Sis?
The word made Zhao Qinghan falter, the fireball in her hand momentarily forgotten.
Her gaze flicked toward the bathroom, narrowing as if she’d glimpsed a translucent silver needle shooting out from within.
Danger!
Zhao Qinghan’s instincts screamed. Though she was a general from the apocalypse, her abilities in this world were weakened by ninety percent, leaving only basic skills.
And this psychic attack far surpassed her current strength.
Envy was the least of her concerns—her physical body couldn’t withstand a mental assault.
"System," Zhao Qinghan called urgently.
"I can’t die here. You have to take this hit for me," she ordered through clenched teeth.
The little loli system: ???
Seriously? She was just a four- or five-year-old kid.
Never in her life had she heard such an outrageous demand. But with Zhao Qinghan’s command, the loli had no choice—she forced her physical form into existence.
The men gaped as a small girl materialized out of nowhere, only to collapse hard, coughing up blood.
Even Ming Xiaowei, stepping out of the bathroom, froze at the sight.
"Was that… Zhao Qinghan’s system?"
A tangible one.
Far more advanced than the glowing types she’d seen before.
"Correct."
As Si spoke, the loli grabbed Zhao Qinghan’s hand—and the two vanished instantly.
One of the men fainted on the spot.
"Thank you, sis! Thank you!" The others wept with relief, clueless about what had just happened but certain Zhao Qinghan had been driven off.
"But… what if she comes back?" one of them asked, suddenly eyeing Ming Xiaowei.
Emboldened by their narrow escape, they even considered leveraging what they’d witnessed to blackmail her.
Before they could speak, Ming Xiaowei flicked her staff. A radiant white light engulfed them, warm and soothing, followed by a mild itching sensation—like countless ants nibbling at their wounds.
Ten minutes later, she withdrew her staff.
"You’ll be discharged tomorrow," she said, plucking hidden needle cameras from the walls before disappearing without another word.
The men exchanged bewildered glances.
As for what they’d say—
Ming Xiaowei couldn’t care less. She’d healed them for a reason. If they didn’t spin a convincing story and pin the blame on Zhao Qinghan… well, they might just end up as lab specimens.
She’d edit the footage and post it online later.
"A-list celebrity plays with fire"—sure to trend.
Back at her hotel, Ming Xiaowei luxuriated in a hot bath. That last attack had drained her, and healing those idiots’ legs had been no small feat. Still, she couldn’t shake one question.
"Why did that system protect its host so fiercely?"
Previous systems…
Hadn’t they all abandoned their male leads?
Was the female lead just that privileged? Infuriating. When would she ever get to boss Si around like that?
"Ah, that. I looked it up—it’s about the contract type."
"Contract?" Ming Xiaowei blinked.
She’d never heard of this.
"Mm. System-host contracts come in three forms. One where the system dominates, one of equal terms, and the last—what Zhao Qinghan has—a master-servant pact."
Zhao Qinghan as master, the loli system as servant.
"Huh? A master-servant contract? Isn’t that the system’s call? Is Zhao Qinghan just that OP?" Ming Xiaowei couldn’t wrap her head around it.
What kind of system would willingly serve a lunatic?
"It’s standard, tied to her affiliated organization."
Organization?
Now Ming Xiaowei was even more lost.
"Master-servant contracts exploit systems, but they offer massive gains from the host. Most systems wouldn’t choose this—only those from organizations with ulterior motives produce them. And these contracts provide minimal energy replenishment for the system."
They didn’t treat systems as beings, just tools—manufactured to harvest soul energy from hosts.
Naturally, they selected high-quality hosts: generals from apocalyptic worlds, cultivators, fantasy realm warriors—all dumped into the modern world to "serve their sentence."
After all, Zhao Qinghan was an apocalypse-born general.
Just bringing her to the modern era had already stripped her of most abilities and energy—all siphoned by the loli system’s organization.
Si explained at length, knowing they’d encounter more systems in the future.
Countless organizations produced systems—hers, Yuekong Corporation, was merely the most renowned.
Finally, Ming Xiaowei understood.
"So that hit I landed today… that loli’s gonna need ages to recover?"
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