Quick Transmigration Bureau: I Like
The first time Cen Ji harbored murderous intent, he was thrown out of the ninth floor by the main system.
He knew that as long as it was there, he could never kill Qi An'an.
Moreover, she has countless supporters; a single command from the main system can make them fight for her.
Not long after, tenderness appeared.
No one knew his background or identity. Cen Ji also thought he was a newly recruited employee of Qi An'an who had certain privileges and could freely enter and exit the ninth floor.
It wasn't until that day, when Cen Ji and Wen Cun had a conflict, that he sensed the main system's energy from him and realized that Wen Cun was actually the incarnation of 001.
She used all the points she had accumulated to give 001 a physical form.
So all that hard work she's put in all this time was just for this one thing!
Cen Ji had never liked 001 before. 001 was rigid and cold, and he had stopped her from keeping him by her side many times.
I dislike it even less now.
Cen Ji looked up at the girl sitting crookedly on the high seat and coldly uttered, "You really are something else, capable of doing the most absurd things."
No matter how time changes, no matter how weathered her heart becomes, her stunning face still possesses a breathtaking radiance.
She looked at him and asked casually, "Oh, what did I do?"
When Cen Ji met her gaze, he wanted to curse her as a tyrant, but what welled up in his heart was wave after wave of bitterness, as well as a sense of grievance and resentment that he himself did not know where they came from.
What did she do?
She was hanging out with the system.
Neither human nor ghost.
But these words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.
What she wants to do is her freedom.
He left in a rage, with only one thought in his mind: to kill her.
Only by killing her can he end the suffering that has accumulated over thousands of years.
Then he actually killed her...
But that was the opportunity she created for him.
Qi An'an has no desire to live anymore.
——
"You still want to kill her?"
Shi Jing's calm and even voice came through.
Cen Ji's thoughts were instantly pulled back to reality, and he stared at Shi Jing with a cold gaze.
Whether it was Shi Jing or Wen Cun, Cen Ji found anyone standing next to her extremely irritating.
He used to think he hated Qi An'an and wanted to kill her.
Now he understands that he just wanted to destroy that image, the image of her standing side by side with someone else.
The invisible air rippled slightly, and everyone's gaze focused on the center, where a figure slowly materialized—it was Wen Cun.
The last time Wen Cun appeared before them was when the bureau chief died; it was then that they realized the main system had a human form.
"She's fine."
A clear and pleasant voice came from his mouth, seemingly out of nowhere, yet it silenced everyone.
Including solitude.
So many scrutinizing eyes fell on Wen Cun, yet he seemed to feel no pressure whatsoever. He turned his gaze to Cen Ji and asked, "What do you want?"
Cen Ji had his own destiny, and he obtained Qi An'an's power from her.
Wen Cun couldn't kill him, but the other party couldn't destroy Wen Cun either.
Cen Jiwei turned slightly to the side and said with a playful tone, "I want to pray for An'an."
Donna whispered, "Finally, they admitted it."
Cen Ji pretended not to hear, his gaze as cold as frost, meeting the tender eyes, "The Quick Transmigration Bureau can still function without her. Give her to me, and I'll leave this place."
She answered gently but decisively, "No."
He paused slightly, then continued, "I can't live without her."
"You're a system, isn't it ridiculous to say such things? Can't you decide who the master of the Quick Transmigration Bureau is at will?"
“It has nothing to do with these things,” Wen Cun said. “I like her, I want to stay with her forever, and I won’t give her up to anyone else.”
"..."
A deathly silence fell over the crowd once more.
Cen Ji repeatedly pondered that sentence, his expression becoming even more sarcastic.
like?
How can a system without emotions claim to like something?
The others, apart from Cen Ji, may have been somewhat bewildered, but they quickly accepted it.
001 is no longer simply a system; the way it behaves is more like a person than they are.
Donna turned to Cen Ji and asked, "And you? How much do you like the director? More than... 001?"
Cen Jili stared at her and retorted without hesitation, "I don't like it."
Upon hearing this, Donna replied, "How embarrassing is your affection? You still won't admit it at a time like this."
Colin waited until she finished speaking before silently pulling her back a step.
Of all of them, only Donna could chime in on this topic.
Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Cen Ji's face became even more gloomy.
Enraged, a murderous aura suddenly arose, the air seemed to freeze into needle-like points, and he attacked everyone indiscriminately.
He was unpredictable, and everyone was used to it.
The system rules do not allow any violence to occur in the quick transmigration game, so Cen Ji's attacks against them will be immediately contained by Wen Cun.
At that moment, Donna discovered that her restricted perception had returned in an instant. She clenched her fist, and that familiar power filled her body. Her face lit up with joy, "The system restriction is gone."
The others also tried it, and remained relatively calm, but their eyes held an ambiguous meaning when they looked at Wen Cun.
The director and the main system are one. After the director's death, the main system's power was significantly damaged. Maintaining the operation of such a large-scale time travel bureau was already difficult, but it still had to create conditions to nurture the director's remnant soul.
Last time, all nine members of the Ninth Floor contributed to suppressing Cen Ji. This time... Wen Cun removed the restrictions on them. Could it be that he wants to join forces with them to kill Cen Ji?
Wen Cun raised her eyes, her light blue eyes untouched by any worldly dust, her voice still clear and calm, "The Quick Transmigration Bureau is undergoing reform. The plan has been sent to you, and we hope for your cooperation."
At the same time, a red light shot towards Cen Ji. It wasn't a particularly powerful attack, but it was enough to pull him into the abyss.
When Cen Ji opened his eyes again, he saw a group of young cultivators dressed in white robes.
Holding swords, they moved in unison, their expressions focused and serious, practicing in the morning sun.
The sword tip sliced through the air with a whooshing sound.
His gaze suddenly focused on the slender figure in front of him. She was very thin, but her movements were strong and powerful. Every time she swung her sword, it was as if she was about to cleave the air. Suddenly, he turned around and his eyes met hers.
In an instant, he seemed to be under a spell; his ears rang, and he could no longer move his hands and feet.
May you be well.
But it's not her.
Without hesitation, Cen Ji picked up his sword and, to her shocked and vulnerable gaze, severed her head.
Suddenly, everything froze, like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror, then shattered and vanished without a trace.
Cen Ji's expression was fierce as he glared at the empty space in front of him. "001, is this all you can do?"
There was no response.
He stood silently in the darkness, staring intently ahead. The environment reminded him of the days when Qi An'an casually tossed him into the space.
Anger almost burst from my chest.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared on a mountain road, and the figure running ahead was still familiar to him.
Memories that he had forgotten suddenly became vivid and clear.
Qi An'an, that little devil, disguised herself as a pitiful orphan and gradually rose from an outer disciple responsible for sweeping to his junior sister. She deceived everyone.
In this world, his beloved junior brother is the protagonist, while he is nothing more than a stepping stone, a so-called cannon fodder, who is ultimately pushed out by the sect to be his junior brother's scapegoat.
The reason given was that the junior brother was the chosen one, destined to uphold the sect in the future.
Cen Ji had forgotten the face of his junior brother that he hated to the bone, but he clearly remembered that Qi An'an was now radiant, and all the male disciples in the sect would steal glances at her every day.
At that time, he only cared about cultivation and scorned their behavior...
Why would 001 deliberately throw him into this world now?
This Qi An'an was just a set of data, but as Cen Ji watched her back, his mind was in turmoil.
He gripped the longsword tightly, froze for a moment, then gathered his strength and followed.
——
"boom!"
Another upheaval has struck the Quick Transmigration Bureau.
Qi An'an stood at the door of the room, her body almost swaying from the shock.
Others also voiced their complaints, their faces inevitably showing some concern.
"I heard that the bureau chief was targeted by a coalition of the top nine big shots..."
"Oh, so they're changing the bureau chief?"
"Anyway, I've never seen that person before..."
"Aren't there photos of him on the forum? He's so handsome."
Why isn't the main system doing anything about it?
This wasn't a topic suitable for loud discussion, and the noise gradually subsided.
Qi An'an walked through the crowd toward the elevator.
People around her, dressed in the same white uniforms, turned their heads and followed her gaze, but no one spoke.
The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.
Qi An'an ignored them and tried to step into the elevator, but felt as if a soft barrier had been erected in front of her, blocking her way.
Upon closer inspection, she could vaguely see faint, interwoven red rays of light.
This is why Wen Cun stopped her from going to the ninth floor.
She remained at the elevator entrance, and onlookers noticed something amiss.
"Main...main system?"
"Damn, did she offend the main system? She won't even let me ride the elevator?"
“There have been precedents of employees being locked up and unable to leave their rooms.”
"So what's wrong with her?"
...
Nobody knows.
Qi An'an reached out and passed through the thin barrier. With a slight thought, she felt a strange warm current flowing through her body, which eventually merged with the barrier.
She then passed through the barrier smoothly and entered the elevator.
As she stepped into the elevator, the doors slowly closed, and the commotion resumed.
Someone crowded around the elevator and was shocked to see that the elevator was stopped on the ninth floor. Everyone looked at each other in surprise.
"You think you can just casually go up to the ninth floor?"
"No, you need enough points and your application needs to be approved before you can move it up."
"Then she..."
"Points are impossible! She's only traversed a few worlds!"
"Is it possible that she's the bureau chief's sister or... daughter?"
"There's another possibility: you're crazy."
Qi An'an leaned against the elevator, watching the numbers change, and the elevator doors finally opened slowly.
Unlike the other floors, the outside was strangely dark and dim.
As she pondered, a figure suddenly appeared before her—it was Donna, the third-ranked boss she had met before.
She is small in stature and looks harmless, but she comes from an interstellar era and has great strength in both physical and mental power. She is extremely dangerous and has almost destroyed several small worlds.
Suddenly, such thoughts flashed through Qi An'an's mind, and she felt that the other party was quite impressive.
"..." Donna stared at her with her eyes wide open, looking hesitant and unsure of what to say.
She was actually considering what to call her.
Qi An'an understood immediately and naturally said, "Call me Director."
Donna: "..."
They fell even more silent.
It seems the other party already knows I'm the bureau chief and is using that identity to their advantage.
Donna's gaze fell on her neck again.
He was considering the possibility of breaking her neck.
001 removed the ability restrictions from all of them. Now, here, she wouldn't dare say she's the strongest fighter, but she could definitely kill the girl in front of her with ease.
But in the end, she gave up.
The director can be quite funny sometimes; he used to bring her all sorts of delicious treats from her little world.
Qi An'an didn't hear Donna calling her, nor did she take it to heart, and walked out of the elevator with ease.
Why is the ninth floor so dark?
Donna: "The director thinks it's too bright."
Qi An'an was speechless: "..."
The ninth floor remained calm, as if nothing had happened. She asked, "Where are Wen Cun and Cen Ji?"
Donna: "Disappeared."
Qi An'an frowned. She could also feel the tremor just now. Wen Cun had taken Cen Ji away from the Quick Transmigration Bureau and should be heading to some small world.
That's perfect, she'll take a look at what this ninth floor is all about.
Just then, several figures appeared before him, all tall and imposing, with different temperaments, and all exuding an undisguised aura of danger.
Her heart skipped a beat. What was wrong with these people? They all exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.
What Qi An'an saw first was a golden kasaya among a group of white uniforms. It was gorgeous and dazzling, with gold threads outlining exquisite and intricate patterns that swayed as the man turned around, making him appear extremely noble and solemn.
The second-ranked Shi Jing is rumored to be the director's favorite employee, and has the right not to wear a uniform.
His skin was radiant, his nose was straight, and his eyes were as calm and indifferent as a deep pool, as if he could see through all the illusions of the world.
He was born a Buddhist and was untouched by worldly affairs, yet he himself did not reveal a trace of benevolence or Zen nature.
Based on the worlds he visited, some have analyzed that he was extremely warlike and his hands must have been stained with a lot of blood.
Under Qi An'an's gaze, Shi Jing slowly walked up to her. The flowing robes made a soft rustling sound, which sounded somewhat pleasant in the silence.
Qi An'an slightly raised her slender neck to meet his dark eyes, "You are Shi Jing."
Shi Jing lowered her eyes, her deep, still eyes like an ancient well, her rosy lips parted, and her voice was unexpectedly magnetic and pleasant, "Call me brother."
Qi An'an: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Although everyone's temperament has been tempered and made much more stable, when encountering some oddballs, they still can't help but distort their expressions.
Qi An'an was stunned, but she smiled and readily agreed, "Brother."
Seeing her smile, the atmosphere around them suddenly became strange.
Everyone was looking at her; their gazes and the slight twitching of her lips were perfectly synchronized.
Even Shi Jing slowly blinked, causing ripples to spread across the ancient well.
Qi An'an continued to scrutinize the others.
Every face was breathtakingly beautiful; she even wondered if this was the former bureau chief's... well, her harem.
Qi An'an had a good memory and quickly matched these people with the names on the forum.
A dangerous aura permeated the air, with a palpable killing intent, but it wasn't directed at anyone in particular; rather, it seemed like an innate protective layer.
Of course, it's normal for Qi An'an to feel uneasy, as she wasn't sure if anyone among them, like Cen Ji, wanted to kill her.
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