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We are made of the stars, and now we gaze upon them.
—Carl Sagan
Life was first breathed into a few or one form by the Creator... From such simple beginnings, countless forms of life, the most beautiful and wonderful, have evolved.
—Charles Darwin
【Life is not a chance encounter, but an eternal commitment. 】
—Rabindranath Tagore
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Your birth began with destruction - born in a blood-soaked cry, from the monarch's fleeting regret.
He looks down upon you—the trembling of the gods transforms into gentle protection, and countless blessings transform into stars, adorning your destiny. And your nascent consciousness will gradually awaken in His blessings.
"Sleep peacefully, the Milky Way is your cradle, and I will never close my eyes watching over you."
〖The whole world celebrates, born for you.〗
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You were born on February 1, 1988. You took your mother's surname and were named Xiaolin Hipper.
Your innate precocity allows you to remember your first cry. This gift becomes a shackle—you are forced to imitate the ignorance of ordinary babies and perform a long pantomime in your cradle.
A lucid soul is imprisoned within the body of a baby. A gifted mind, born with the ability to remember, must disguise itself as an ignorant infant. This precocious wisdom becomes your secret.
Your performance was flawless. As your resounding cries filled the house, everyone cheered for this "healthy and normal" new life—your every cry, those perfectly timed cries, the precisely controlled movements of your limbs. This deliberate healthiness became your best protection.
A mother who got pregnant out of wedlock, a father who disappeared without a trace. In the weekly quarrel, those fragmented words gradually pieced together the truth of his absence.
A 19-year-old infatuated mother secretly gave birth to you, yearning for love. But after being unable to contact her lover, discouraged by her family, and criticized by her neighbors, and considering her future, she decided to abandon you and embrace a new life.
On April 10th of the same year, congratulations on achieving the "Abandoned Achievement"! In the 1988 spring tragedy, you played the role of an abandoned orphan. When the heroine's mother gracefully exited the stage, you cried twice as loudly in response—after all, security guards' attention needs to be measured in decibels.
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It's time to introduce yourself!
Retrieve Past Life Archives:
[CLEARANCE LEVEL: ∞]
[No.: X404]
[Achievements: Cosmic Annihilation, Creation of the End, Eye of Dimension, Robot Lord, All-Seeing Observer…]
But now, you should be called the midwife of the new era.
Destroy the world? Sorry, you failed.
Anyone who attempts to overthrow the world will inevitably fail under the iron law of cause and effect - this is an eternal truth.
You understand, humans are just a PVP game: 99% of the time they are fighting each other, and only when the system announces that "the server is about to shut down" will they temporarily stop fighting and take photos.
Boring, what's the point of all your hard work? Do you think you're aware?
This is my first time creating a human being and I have no experience, so I'll find a five-star review template for reference.
But before that, let's survive.
:-|
If there's something strange about this new world, you have to wonder if there's something beyond calculation.
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You trigger the key plot through the "Howling" skill!
The orphanage dungeon has sufficient resources:
Material reserves: 80%
Population density: Moderate
Working capital: Stable
Obtain: Permanent bed × 1
Estimated operating life: 3-5 years
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Initial equipment: Embroidered name swaddling clothes × 1
Naming rules: Keep birth ID
Additional benefit: Get the dean's family suffix
Current title: Natsume Hipper (Limited Edition)
ID registration successful!
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Human emotions are like WiFi signals—sometimes strong, sometimes weak, and always disconnected. It's just the Orphanage level, not Hell difficulty.
AI review: Better than picking up from the trash can
AI identification reliability score: ★☆☆☆☆
AI strategy suggestion: save more, worry less
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Being a baby is the most cramped experience in the world—your mind frantically tries to control everything, but your body is sneaky even when it comes to reaching for a bottle. Adults hover around you like a bunch of NPCs playing by their own rules. It's that feeling of powerlessness that comes with being trapped in a crib while the rest of the world moves freely.
As a dedicated control freak, you'd like to install surveillance cameras all over the world, scanning and backing up even the thoughts of passersby—after all, how can human thoughts be private? Why shouldn't their secrets be broadcast live to you 24/7?
You are like an alarm on standby 24 hours a day - if you cannot confirm the safety of the environment for 0.1 seconds, all the nerves in your body will immediately sound a red alarm, and even the air will become suspicious.
You begin to frantically crawl around the room, "quality checking" everything you can touch. When you finally confirm that the world is temporarily safe, you crawl back to your crib as if your battery has run out and fall asleep in an instant.
Although your wave of suspicious item inspections made the adults collectively look at you like, "This kid might be a bit of a fool!" and your favorability rating dropped by -10... but when you blinked your innocent big eyes and fell asleep sweetly with that angelic little face...
"Forget it, forget it. Just because you're cute you can do whatever you want!" Their patience bars were instantly filled.
The kids in the orphanage ignored you, but the adults praised you like a trophy.
Being hated? Who cares? These furry kids are as hostile as a kitten with angry fur, and they don’t even have the energy to scratch you.
As for those little stars that don't shine? Sorry, your eyes are limited edition, so don't waste them on them.
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Congratulations on reaching your one-year-old milestone! While you're still obsessed with Floor Explorer mode, your quiet demeanor and impressive physique have earned you VIP treatment.
One afternoon while crawling around, you discovered the source of the weirdness of this world.
Suddenly, a miniature monster began to be wholesaled in the corner of the orphanage. It looked like whatever it wanted, and it would flap its wings and whisper in your ear, "Hate, Hipper, I want love."
You hid in the corner and listened for a long time, and found out that this little thing was a little monster created by the child who was jealous of you.
Monsters were born out of jealousy. It turns out that human malice is like a blind box, there is always a surprise when you open it: someone is jealous of your cuteness, someone is jealous of your good treatment...Humans are really wonderful.
You suddenly unlocked the skills of human-shaped Pikachu without any instruction, and with a snap of your fingers, the little monster was killed on the spot - the lightning-splattering special effects were comparable to those in a blockbuster movie.
The only minor problem was... the lights within a ten-meter radius all went off, forcing the entire orphanage into power-saving mode. The troubles of genius are so simple and energy-consuming.
The next day you changed the light bulb and found no other gnats.
To explore this new thing, you resorted to some clever tactics, showing the adults' affection for you through the distribution of items. You received better and more things than the other children: new clothes, adorable dolls, and even snacks. The children's eyes lit up at the sight of all this, and the slightest provocation sent them into a frenzy of jealousy. You acted for a month, and the gifts you received filled your room. You even threw your bunny stuffed animal into the trash in front of the children instead of sharing it with them, bringing tears to their eyes.
That evening you received your results.
A huge, twisted, more powerful monster hovered over the pile of gifts.
The monster you deliberately created is a little stronger than the fly head from last time.
Unable to withstand your second shock, the monster and the circuits in your room crackled.
Your hair flutters, the arc disappears, and your hair explodes.
You rub your fingertips and feel a little numb. You think it's time to plan a new environment for yourself.
This kind of monster is quite interesting. You are curious about the humans who can fight against it and want to go out and see it. The orphanage restricts your range of activities and you want to leave.
You've had enough fun here.
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On December 7, 1989, you were startled awake from your sleep. Staring at the monster outside through the door, you felt once again, for the first time in a long time, that things were beyond your control.
According to the birth cycle, it will take another month for it to be born. You haven't been playing with the jealousy of those little devils recently. According to the normal progress, it is impossible for it to come out at this moment.
Not only did it appear, it was also stronger than ever before.
Even though it only takes a moment, it still makes you feel a little irritated.
Being restricted by a child's fragile body and unable to monitor humans as you wish is a daily torment for you.
The light bulbs in the two rooms on your left and right suddenly exploded. You ignored the screams of the child next door, lying on the bed, tilting your head and looking at the night sky with lightning and thunder outside the window.
It’s such a dark sky, without a single star.
Except for myself, the sky is as clean as black paper.
Just like the ability that suddenly awakens when you face a monster for the first time, at that moment, you realize a skill that relieves your anxiety.
You can finally spy on humans!
Closing your eyes, you can feel your body sinking, and your spirit rising. You sense numerous magical energy channels, thick, thin, scattered, and clustered. Your eyes connect to these channels, and you see—
In an old and spacious house, a group of people gathered around a newborn baby, and you saw him open his eyes.
Correspondingly, the starry sky suddenly brightened.
In an old, dark house, a black-haired young man was fighting a monster.
His eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and blood was dripping from the corners of his lips.
You saw many people, fighting, sleeping, walking, and talking.
You feel a headache, a tearing, and a stirring pain.
You feel happy, satisfied, and the emptiness is filled.
You feel cold and hot.
You realize later that you have a fever.
You have to keep watching, or you will die.
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The fever subsided immediately after the connection was severed, but the thrill of monitoring humanity from a bird's-eye view kept itching—so quick as a finger, you turned the monitoring back on. This urgent disconnection before reason could protest, this feeling of teetering on the edge... Tsk, it's addictive.
You are like a child who is worried about tooth decay. When you see your favorite candy, you can't help but want to eat it, but you can only lick it from time to time to satisfy your craving.
You were in good health, but often had a high fever. The director found a wealthy family for you, and you finally left the orphanage at the age of three.
Being held in the arms of your new mother and looking at the scenery passing by outside the car window, you can't help but sigh at the wonderfulness of this world - those little fly heads are everywhere, it really opens your eyes.
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You gradually understand the other side of the world from the conversations you monitor.
Cursed spirit, sorcerer, spell, cursed power, level, human negative emotions, the three great families.
You learn that on a winter night a few years ago, the stars suddenly shone brightly, lighting up the night sky. The reason for the abnormally large increase in the level of cursed spirits across the country is that Gojo of the Three Great Families gained the Six Eyes, disrupting the balance and intensifying the curse.
Just being born upsets the balance of this world.
It was the child who lit up the starry sky, the six-eyed one who had lived for nearly a hundred years.
You are extremely curious about him and have marked this person as your special one. Every time you monitor him, you spend a lot of time on him, understanding what is happening around him, listening to what people around him are saying, and controlling him in real time.
According to your calculations, Gojo Satoru is the pillar of this world, and all major events will revolve around him.
Under your surveillance, any sorcerer will be highlighted and their every move will be under your watch.
The calculations related to Gojo Satoru are more brain-intensive than those for others.
This active human being always does something to reset the calculation.
You're forced to add plenty of sweets to your diet to fuel your calculations, as human power is ultimately limited. The technological advancements of this world are beyond your comprehension, but you have no intention of benefiting these humans. All knowledge resides in your head, and you have no desire to share it with them for free.
It's a pity that electronic eyes cannot be popularized throughout the country, but the cursed meridians can act as your eyes to monitor them.
The rise of the Internet has also become a good means for you to monitor humans.
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Your unfortunate adoptive parents died a violent death, leaving behind a fortune that became your start-up capital.
You have had a little trouble recently.
Gojo Satoru was enraged by your surveillance and started cursing in the middle of the night.
Halfway through the calculation, I decided to use a different monitoring method.
Rather than long-distance monitoring, you would rather observe this six-eyed divine being up close.
Every time Gojo Satoru goes out, you stick close behind him like a human GPS. You long to get closer for a peek, but those sensitive six eyes won't let you—Gojo Satoru is already provoked into searching everywhere by you, and you avert your gaze, instantly becoming a passerby, pretending to be just an ordinary tourist checking in.
I really want to be closer to him, if only I wouldn't be rejected.
The opportunity will come soon.
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In 2005, Gojo Satoru rebelled against his family's opinion and decided to go to Tokyo Metropolitan Jutsu High School.
In 2005, Geto Suguru, who was on your focus list, decided to study at this school after being recommended by relevant people.
In 2005, Ieiri Shoko, who was on your focus list, refused to go to Kyoto Prefectural Jutsu High School and decided to attend this school.
Tokyo is your home turf, and the blue star from Kyoto—the six-eyed son of God—has finally taken the initiative to enter your control.
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In 2005, Ye Mo Zheng Dao discovered a civilian sorcerer while he was out. Seeing that he was extremely talented, he recommended him for admission.
Its name is Hipper.
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