Chapter 154 The World [World]

A [Nest] is a nest house built on the [World Tree].

It is insignificant compared to the enormous World Tree, but it is large enough to house thousands of birds.

A branch of the World Tree bore hundreds or even thousands of Egg Fruits.

[Eggfruit] is usually black, but occasionally mutations occur, resulting in albino fruits. Like most albino species in the world, these albino fruits are usually more frail.

Shi is a bird born from a healthy black egg fruit, and her home is on this great world tree.

[Uh... um...]

Holding onto the white tree wall, the girl staggered and limped.

She was panting, her body covered in a thin layer of white, as she struggled back to the [nest].

The dark nest had only one entrance. He retrieved it, leaned against the inner wall, and closed his eyes to breathe.

The sweet smell lingered in her nose and mouth; the sugar on the [liar] was unusual, and she couldn't get rid of it completely no matter how long she washed.

Fortunately, there were no other birds in the nest, and the older sister wasn't home either, so no bird would notice that she was covered in sugar.

He calmed his breathing and was about to move forward when suddenly a laugh rang out next to his right ear.

[Little sister, where did you come from?]

A slender hand lifted her hair on the left side, startling her and causing her to turn her head in surprise.

There was no one behind her. She turned around again and was met with a pair of dark and alluring eyes.

The woman twirled her fingertips, her fingers picking up bits of powdered sugar from the ends of her hair.

"[It's so sweet.]" she smiled, but her eyes held no real joy. "[It startled my sister; she almost thought a liar had broken into the nest.]"

[Third Sister...] Shi pleaded anxiously with her, begging her not to tell anyone.

San looked his youngest sister up and down; her hair and skin were covered in powdered sugar, a quantity that was not easily achieved.

[Tell me, what happened?]

He shifted his gaze slightly and whispered, "[There's a powerful [liar]."]

[Did you kill it?]

Shi became dejected, a gloom settling over her pale face. "[...No, it...ran away.]"

She narrowed her eyes, a cool glint in her alluring gaze.

She looked down at Shi, who, though timid and shy, was the most valiant of the group besides her eldest sister.

No [liar] could possibly defeat her. Even the one who fell from grace among them wouldn't be a match for her, unless—

She was seduced by the candy.

Overwhelmed by the sweetness, I was completely immersed in its sweetness.

[Good sister, I hope you still remember who you are.] San's tone turned dangerous. [Never become the second 'Er'.]

"No, I won't!" Shi said urgently. "I won't, Third Sister, please don't tell anyone, don't let Eldest Sister know. I'll find a way to get rid of these candies myself!"

She knew that letting the [liar] go was absolutely wrong, but that boy, that hateful white bird, possessed white feathers she had never seen before.

Every white feather is happiness stolen from the world; to form such dense feathers, he must have plundered countless things!

The world maintains a balance between positive and negative emotions.

The world naturally possesses the ability to create negative emotions without any external intervention. The creatures of the world are naturally more sensitive to negative emotions. Even if they are completely immersed in positive emotions, they will quickly develop negative emotions such as "boredom".

In contrast, the output of positive emotions is extremely low, making them a very valuable resource and also a source of nourishment for the [World Tree].

Every positive emotion is incredibly precious; if there isn't enough, the World Tree will wither without nourishment.

When the ratio of positive to negative emotions is unbalanced, the world will become stagnant.

All the [liars] must be killed.

They are thieves, robbers, and swindlers.

Creatures in their natural environment cannot generate many positive emotions. Scammers create illusions through deception, subjecting them to inhuman suffering before returning the miserable creatures to their original places after a period of time.

In this way, even the most ordinary little things can evoke a strong sense of happiness in living beings, making them feel joy and cherish what they have.

So-called "ghost stories" are one of the emotional scams commonly used by fraudsters.

They follow the creatures that escape from the [ghost stories], extracting positive emotions from them and condensing those sweet emotions into white feathers to envelop themselves.

But living beings are ultimately living beings of the [world].

[Ghost Stories] are distinct from [The World]. The barrier is like a thin film bubble, enveloping [Ghost Stories]. [Ghost Stories] are relatively independent, and negative emotions generated within [Ghost Stories] are also contained within the barrier and do not flow into [The World].

The positive emotions that arise after leaving [Ghost Stories] are born in [The World].

The scammers can't take everything; some will flow into the world.

Those are precious and rare positive emotions, each one invaluable, which gives rise to [the world's goodwill].

It was a small, insignificant act of kindness.

Before long, the [world's henchmen] will exorcise the [strange tales] and restore the [world's] rules to normal. Therefore, that insignificant [goodwill] only slightly prolongs the process. It will not only not affect the overall situation, but will also make the ending even sweeter.

Positive and negative emotions are contradictory and opposing. The world has given every living being the ability to perceive negative emotions, while also endowing them with the aspiration for positive emotions.

The pursuit of happiness is an instinct for all living beings, including [liars] and [the world's henchmen].

Sugar is extremely dangerous to [Claws]; once they touch it, they become addicted and corrupted, eventually turning into [Liars] who only know how to seek sugar. In order to taste happiness, they are willing to violate the rules of [the world] and become enemies of the entire [world].

San stared at Shi, her expression genuine, her pupils still a chilling black, she hadn't lost herself in the sweetness.

"Okay." She softened, smiling. "I'll keep it a secret. How are you going to get rid of all this sugar granules?"

Shi felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. "I'll peel them off one by one. Thank you, Third Sister. I'll leave here right away."

San knew why she was in such a hurry, ["That's right, if my eldest sister saw this..."]

She didn't continue.

[But such a large amount of sugar powder—Sister Shi, may I ask one more question?] San raised an eyebrow, [that [liar] wouldn't happen to be...]

[No.] Shi shook his head. [It's not Second Sister...it's not Second.]

San frowned. [Not her? So, there's another [liar] this fat in the world?]

She couldn't help but look away.

San didn't notice her sister's expression. Her body suddenly stiffened, and her charming smile vanished completely.

She stepped back, moving away from Shi, who had been so close to her just moments before, now avoided her at all costs.

Footsteps sounded behind Shi.

Shi heard it and instantly recognized whose footsteps it was.

In an instant, the sweet powdery sugar covering her body pierced her bones like icicles, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, filling her with fear and unease.

San shrank back, but Shi caught a glimpse of that familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

She moved her feet with difficulty and turned to face the doorway.

The pure white sunlight shone into the nest through the doorway, and a tall, sharp shadow covered the petite cicada.

That was a female.

Backlit, her features were difficult to discern, yet her chilling aura and imposing presence were overwhelming, like a long, bloodstained spear entering a nest.

In an instant, the distance vanished, and the other person appeared beside Shi, within arm's reach.

A powerful and terrifying pressure descended instantly, and Shi saw every feather on his body trembling.

[Big, big sister...] She seemed to be in an extremely cold place.

"[You're afraid.]" she said dismissively, her voice indifferent. "[What have you done that you should be afraid of me?]"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a sound.

A chill ran down his spine, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Her skull was gripped, and cold, iron-like fingers seized her. She was like a fledgling bird in an eagle's claws, that hand capable of easily crushing her skull.

Three eyes showed panic, but dared not take a step forward.

She saw the coldness on her elder sister's face more clearly than Shi. It inspired awe.

The eldest sister's reaction reminded her and all of them of the day Er had fallen into becoming a [liar].

[Sweet, Little Shi.] She glanced at the little bird covered in powdered sugar, who trembled even more violently under her claws than when she had just been born from [Egg Fruit].

Tears streamed down Shi's face uncontrollably. "No, no... I didn't, big sister, I haven't fallen, I'm not a [liar]..."

He lowered his gaze.

The next instant, the five fingers on his head suddenly tightened their grip—

A sudden, biting wind swept down from above, flattening the soil and gravel within a three-meter radius, and washing away all the sugar powder from her body, crushing it into the ground without leaving a single grain.

She regained her pure black purity.

The cold hand withdrew from Shi's head, and Shi, bewildered, looked up at Yi beside her with tears in her eyes.

She walked past her, the black tail fin leaving a sharp arc.

[Stay by my side.] A cold voice echoed in the nest. [From now on, you're not allowed to go anywhere.]

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My Ghostly Boyfriend - Part 1 Complete

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Author's note: This is the end.

The principles of the □□ system have been explained, but as mentioned at the beginning, this will not delve too deeply into the [world] aspect.

I suspect I'll still have the idea of ​​writing some strange tales about rules later, so I'll leave it here for now.

I started writing this article on November 2, 2024, and unexpectedly it ended on November 2, 2025.

I won't be posting anything this year, so I'd like to wish everyone a Happy New Year in advance.

Although it's an episodic story, it still has nearly a million words. I put a lot of effort into the emotions and plot. Although the data and results are not satisfactory, I am personally quite satisfied with these three stories. I think I did my best. I wonder which one everyone likes the most.

I'm tired of writing episodic stories, so I'm planning to switch to a more whistleblower-style genre next: "The Goddess of Light in the Insect Nest".

Copywriting:

The exploration team brought a girl back from the contaminated area.

It's already a miracle that humans could survive in the contaminated area, but the subsequent test results shocked the entire White Pagoda.

That was an S-class guide.

With pollution becoming increasingly severe, there is a serious imbalance in the ratio of sentinels to guides. There are dozens of S-level or higher sentinels registered and on duty, but only two S-level guides.

The newly emerged S-rank guide caused an instant sensation. On the day the new guide was selected into a squad, almost all S-rank and above sentinels stood beneath the White Tower, eagerly awaiting the new guide's attention.

She was a miracle, the bright moon, a pearl that needed to be tightly protected by an oyster shell, yet unexpectedly she was thrown into an insect nest.

That was the most notorious military region, barren and desolate, teeming with damp and disgusting insects.

No matter how powerful or accomplished those sentinels whose spiritual beings were insects, no guide was willing to touch their terrifying and ugly insect-like limbs and tentacles.

The new guide was so delicate that she could never adapt to the crude and bloodthirsty insects.

The White Tower thought so, the rejected sentinels thought so, and the insects thought so too.

They no longer crave the comfort of a guide, nor do they deign to take a frail guide to the battlefield.

"I really don't understand why other districts are so enthusiastic about guides."

After a battle, the sentries, panting and laughing on the blood-soaked battlefield, said, "Did you see what that guide looked like? He was so pale and thin, so frail that he looked like he could be blown away by the wind."

Will she cry when she sees a mutant?

"I hope she stays in the evacuation room; the front line is not a place for her."

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?" The female captain patted the recruit on the shoulder. "I haven't seen you before. Is this your first time on the field?"

The other sentries also looked over, their gazes focusing on the last sentry.

She was extremely petite, yet her fighting performance was surprisingly beautiful.

They couldn't help but smile and praise her: "Wow, so fierce on your first time on stage!" "This little one is amazing."

The newcomer wearing a protective helmet tilted his head and said, "Wow?"

"Awesome! Of course it's awesome!"

She tilted her head again: "Me?"

"Yeah, you're amazing!"

She was overjoyed and awkwardly took off her helmet.

A pretty, fair face appeared, a slender, blood-stained finger pointing at herself, a wide smile on her face: "Me? Awesome?"

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The full title of this article is "The Goddess of Light (Butterfly) in the Insect Nest".

The female protagonist is a butterfly fairy, the goddess of light, who transmigrates here and cannot understand the local language, especially in the early stages.

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