"This is also why I gave you the little milk loli. She's not part of the system within the establishment, so she can provide you with more help. Of course, I hope you’ll only chat with me when it comes to conversation." Si snorted lightly when saying the last sentence.
"What the heck is this profession setting?" Little Wei looked at the blank space that had appeared on her panel.
"This actually depends on your choice. In the upcoming worlds, you’ll face profession selections because the first three worlds in the preliminary round aren’t ordinary—think Western magic, fantasy cultivation, interstellar futures, horror thrillers, virtual games, and all sorts of worlds. Just pick whatever profession you like in these settings."
"Of course, once you finish the three worlds, you can choose one of the professions from those worlds as your development path."
"For example, if you choose to become a mecha engineer in an interstellar future world, then even if you end up in an ancient world later, your professional instincts will help you find materials to craft guns. You could then develop firearms and run wild in that era."
"Don’t ask why you can’t build a mecha—if you somehow manage to roll out a mecha in an ancient world, the Heavenly Dao will smite you with a thunderbolt."
Si’s words were ruthlessly cold, making Little Wei want to whimper.
"Alright, I get it," Little Wei puffed her cheeks in response.
She opened the pale silver treasure chest.
A warm surge of soul energy scattered over her body. Little Wei instinctively ran her fingers through her white hair—the texture felt eerily real, though a bit prickly.
Aside from the pale silver chest, there was also a silvery-white gauze garment inside. When Little Wei picked it up, the system panel displayed its description.
Special Item: [Invisibility Veil]
Item Description: [Allows the user to become invisible indefinitely. The item cannot be damaged.]
Tsk, what’s this for? So she can peek at Sister Ji Cheng in the shower?
That’s way too indecent.
Besides that, she also received 300 points.
The mission completion rate was 100%, probably because the original host was somewhat satisfied with Zhao Qinghan getting cyberbullied.
Little Wei checked her point balance.
1,170.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you—this time, to test the host, the shop was closed during the mission. Of course, you could’ve bought things in advance."
Si stabbed another knife into Little Wei’s heart, nearly killing her with frustration.
"I’m going to rest now. Don’t bother me."
Hearing this, the little milk loli immediately curled up in a corner, hugging her knees while watching.
Little Wei glanced at her a few times before finally buying a cotton pad from the shop—just big enough for the little doll to roll around on.
Only one point. Little Wei wouldn’t feel heartbroken over it.
The little milk loli sat on the pad, staring at her for a long while before finally speaking. "Thank you, Mama Little Wei."
Little Wei: ???
"What are you calling me? Who taught you to randomly call people ‘Mama’?" Little Wei was mortified.
"It was our big unlucky boss. He said girls love being called ‘Mama.’" The little milk loli’s voice was so sweet and childish that Little Wei had no comeback.
Maybe Si liked hearing it, but as a grown man…
Being called "Mama" was just way too embarrassing.
"Call me ‘brother’ from now on," Little Wei grumbled before flopping onto the bed, exhausted.
This time, Little Wei slept a full seven and a half hours. Her head was still foggy when four or five books suddenly appeared before her. She absentmindedly grabbed one—and was immediately kicked into the book by the space.
She didn’t even get to see the title.
By the time she sat up in bed, she was completely dumbfounded.
Yep.
This time, she had transmigrated into an interstellar future world.
Here, there was no distinction between genders—only strength. All humans were divided into three ranks: SS, SSR, and UR.
Male and female were merely aesthetic differences.
And she? She had become the weakest of the three ranks—a double-S quality.
In other words, the bottom-tier female, destined to be marked and bred by powerful URs.
Little Wei’s lips twitched.
Here, everyone was basically SSR quality before turning eighteen. Their rank solidified after differentiation. Of course, URs—the strongest human rank in the Federal Alliance—could transform into battle angels, the elite fighters of humanity. Regardless of gender, UR battle angels would grow that thing after differentiation.
What the hell kind of cursed world is this?!
Help, she wanted to run away.
Granny Li, Little Wei was so grateful Yuan Qiaoqiao wasn’t from this world.
As for the original host’s memories, aside from basic knowledge about this world, there wasn’t much else noteworthy. She died young, and as for who did it…
No clue.
The original host kicked the bucket during an interstellar war—probably assassinated.
What good was this useless memory?
And in this world, double-S types were usually under Federal Alliance protection since the future of humanity depended on their fertility. SSRs could also conceive, but the chances were slim.
So why did the school recommend the original host for the battlefield?
Little Wei combed through the memories but found nothing. Suspicious—she must’ve pissed someone off.
But none of that was the real issue.
Double-S physiques had one fatal flaw: at fixed intervals, they’d experience that kind of reaction. No matter how proud a double-S was, when the time came, they’d emit pheromones, begging for a battle angel’s mercy.
Even ancestors would weep at this. Dogs would fall silent.
Little Wei took a deep breath and glanced around. With a wave of her hand, the closed curtains slid open, revealing the mechanized world outside. Flying vehicles streaked across the sky, leaving trails of light. Another wave, and the view was sealed off again.
The original host was an orphan who’d had a rough life. If not for her double-S differentiation, she wouldn’t have received the Federal Alliance’s additional subsidies for her rank—let alone the chance to attend school.
"Master, you have one hour before school starts. Breakfast is ready—please eat soon."
A spherical AI floated in front of Little Wei. Following the original host’s memories, she headed to the dining area and saw bread, jam, and the nutrient supplements provided by the Federal Alliance.
Supposedly, they boosted double-S attractiveness.
Not that it mattered—the original host’s looks had already skyrocketed after differentiation.
Little Wei glanced at the full-length mirror. The girl in the reflection had peach-blossom eyes brimming with allure, soft fair skin, and a faint rosy tinge at the corners of her eyes. Every glance was seductive, and her body carried a subtle rose fragrance—mysterious and intoxicating.
Damn this body! Walking outside like this was just asking to be marked by a battle angel!
Expressionlessly, Little Wei downed the energy-boosting nutrient solution, finished the somewhat decent bread, and checked her school admission card.
Huh?
Among the professions for double-S-rank humans, there isn’t a single one related to mecha combat.
Instead, there’s this bizarre one called… Charm Master?
The footnote even says: "This profession warmly welcomes all new double-S-rank babies to learn."
Ming Xiaowei could only think, "Oh my god."
Alright, I admit it’s my fault—Ji Cheng’s world ending was indeed a bit rushed. Little Wei’s identity inherently made it impossible for her to directly confront the original female lead, which lowered the satisfaction factor.
That’s why I originally planned to write fantasy but suddenly realized this might be better.
Because in this world, marriage is possible. So by the end, I might finally figure out how to depict Si’s fragments and Little Wei’s married life.
Of course, the main focus will be on the main quests, with the romance as a side plot. The story will likely emphasize combat and underdog triumphs, so it won’t feel dull or repetitive.
The system will also update periodically to avoid making the "world-hopping" plotlines tedious for readers.
As for the main quest? It’s about slapping the original protagonist with the world’s storyline and reviving Little Wei.
It’s all Yao Yao’s fault, wuuuuu.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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