"Damn, I forgot to deal with the female lead." The moment Little Wei sat on the bed in the space, she suddenly sprang back up.
"That’s not important. Fu Yuanzhong and the others can handle it." Si's voice appeared right in front of Little Wei.
The mysterious white mist that had been swirling in the space gradually dissipated, and Little Wei slowly stood up, gazing at the graceful beauty draped in golden gauze.
"Si?" Little Wei tentatively called out.
"It's me." The person's pupils held a trace of tenderness.
Little Wei ruffled her hair, feeling slightly awkward. "Not quite what I imagined."
Si: "..."
"What did you expect?" Si truly didn’t know what to say.
"Never mind, never mind. How’s Jiang Xixi doing?" Little Wei rubbed her hands together nervously.
"She’s fine. I transferred Xu Yichen’s power to her. She’s already gone back. With her cultivation, as long as she keeps training, it won’t be hard for her to wait until her next reincarnation."
Si’s voice was so gentle it made Little Wei’s heart melt completely.
Ugh, Si’s true form is just too gentle.
The usual foul-mouthed Si didn’t match this version at all.
Thinking this, Little Wei boldly reached out and pinched Si’s cheek.
Soft, warm—definitely a real person.
The blue-clad girl with milky-gray hair looked up at the goddess adorned in golden threads. The scene held a peculiar kind of beauty.
"Are you really Si?" Little Wei still couldn’t quite believe it.
"Could I possibly be fake?" Si chuckled.
Little Wei didn’t mean to smile, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly anyway.
My wife is just too beautiful.
"So, what do we do next?" Little Wei fidgeted, unsure.
The elimination round was over—now it was time for the real competition, right?
"This time, it’s still a world-dropping format, but this world is different. It relies on strength. No killing hosts this time—you’ll have to play a role while also competing. Everyone gets a different character, and all hosts will be dropped into this world."
"What kind of role?" A faint sense of foreboding crept into Little Wei’s heart.
"That depends on the gacha results. You can draw early now. In twelve hours, all hosts will be dropped into that world simultaneously."
With a wave of her hand, Si summoned Little Wei’s system interface before them.
It really was a gacha system.
Little Wei bravely pressed it. After a long moment, a string of text appeared—a role and a name.
Cat (Role) — Puppy (Role Name).
Little Wei: "???"
If not for the special note at the end, she would’ve thought she was seeing things.
"Are you sure this world isn’t messing with me?" Little Wei genuinely didn’t know what to say.
Ugh.
How could there be a role like "cat"?
What kind of world is this even?
"My dear, we’re only ranked in the thousand-something range. Naturally, we won’t get any high-tier roles. But it’s fine—even if the rewards are a bit lackluster and we don’t ascend to godhood, we can always take on more missions later." Si comforted Little Wei in a gentle voice.
Becoming a god wasn’t something that could be rushed anyway.
"Oof." Little Wei drooped her head, looking utterly dejected.
"It’s okay." Si ruffled Little Wei’s hair.
Even with shared senses before, this was the first time she could actually touch her hair. Si’s calm heart rippled with faint waves.
But Little Wei wasn’t concerned with any of that.
"Will you be there this time?" she asked.
"Yes."
Hearing that single word, Little Wei finally felt a little better.
No matter what, as long as Si was there, her heart would stay steady.
But…
"Why are you being so cold to me? QAQ." Little Wei nearly started sniffling.
Si: "..."
Well.
"You should know—I’m your system now."
The moment Si finished speaking, Little Wei suddenly flopped onto the cloud-like bed and sprawled out.
Si: "?"
"What are you doing?" Si massaged her temples, exasperated.
This eager already?
Shouldn’t you be resting at this time?
"I’m sleepy. Going to sleep." Little Wei let out a long yawn and beckoned at Si.
The implication was obvious.
Si didn’t move.
Little Wei rolled around a couple of times, restless, then abruptly sat up and glared at Si.
"Why are you just standing there?" she grumbled.
Si choked. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I just feel like you don’t like me." Little Wei didn’t dare meet Si’s eyes, burying her face in the pillow instead.
She was starting to feel a little insecure.
Ughhh.
Si’s lips twitched. "That’s not it. I just have responsibilities now."
She wasn’t the same as the version of herself from the worlds—she couldn’t act however she pleased.
Plus, she had to ensure Little Wei’s mission progress in the next world. She couldn’t afford to slack off here.
"Oof." Little Wei knew Si had her reasons.
But she didn’t care.
She stood up and wrapped her arms around Si’s neck.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
Hearing those words, Si’s expression flickered, but she held herself back.
"Rest properly," Si said.
Little Wei wasn’t about to listen. She leaned in, blinking slowly, and pressed her lips to Si’s.
Soft, sweet—like fruit jelly.
Si clenched her fists but ultimately couldn’t resist, wrapping an arm around Little Wei’s waist.
"If you insist on this… then I won’t hold back either."
She had been looking forward to this day—one that made her heart itch with anticipation.
The little loli hurriedly closed the mist in the space and even dragged the staff lying nearby onto the control panel.
The staff tried to speak, but the little loli quickly covered its mouth.
"I know," the staff said in a childish voice.
A long while later, they heard a sound like a kitten’s mewl—
Tiny, and a little pitiful.
Before Little Wei could even wake up, she was kicked straight into the mission world.
Dammit!
She cursed internally, only to realize her voice came out as a series of meows.
Little Wei was stunned, staring at the mission panel displaying her identity:
"Cat Spirit."
So she wasn’t just a cat—that was a slight relief.
She glanced around. This time, her spawn point was pretty shabby—a modest two-bedroom apartment, looking like it hadn’t been renovated in over a decade.
It had been so long since she’d seen such a setup that it felt strangely unfamiliar.
But honestly, it was still better than her past living conditions.
"Mom, I’ll take Puppy out for a walk later. I’ll bring you dinner tonight," a gentle woman’s voice called from inside.
Only then did Little Wei learn this cat’s wish:
Keep its owner alive.
Seemed like these missions always had a fixation on keeping people alive. But this one was probably going to be harder than before.

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?"

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