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Countdown to Celestial System Update: 31 hours and 7 minutes
The mixing ratio had entered the final stage. Just as Hipper was planning to complete the last step in one go and move on to the next stage of work, there was a sudden knock on the laboratory door.
"Hippo—so boring! Come out, it's time for dinner, ok?"
A sweet and coquettish voice came from outside the door, with a soft tone tinged with impatience, just like a cat that was locked outside and scratched the door with its claws in a hurry.
"Tsk." A cat with the destructive power of a dog.
All told, she had been in the lab for 11 hours. It must have been hard work for Gojo Satoru to be able to stay alone and quiet for so long.
It's time to eat, and I can check his learning progress at the same time.
She unlocked the door, and with a light click, the man squatting at the doorway pulled her into his arms without waiting for her to move. The next second, he frowned, dissatisfied with the scent lingering on her.
"Hiss, what a heavy curse."
Dare to despise her? Don't want to live anymore?
She took off her goggles and put them in her pocket, then hugged him back, deliberately rubbing the cursed aura on her body onto his clothes, and warned him with a stern face, "Watch your words."
"Then why don't you take a shower?" Gojo Satoru sniffed these curses, which were different from any he had encountered before. They emitted an unusually sweet scent, but this could not hide the fact that they were lethal curses.
After making this suggestion, he changed the subject and asked about her taste. "By the way, what does a curse taste like?"
What does it taste like? Sugar water.
"Delicious, whether you eat it or drink it, it tastes superb." She answered lightly, her expression reflecting the feeling of eating.
Even if they are going to be eaten by their mothers, they know how to please them - knead themselves into sweet frosting, then wrap themselves in a soft texture, and turn themselves into top-notch ingredients that will make their mothers savor the taste.
"Becoming one with my mother, how can that not be considered a great perfection?" The girl's eyes flickered, blue, shining and clear. Even though she said such horrifying words, she was still adorable.
“…”
What a weird taste.
In his eyes, the so-called sugar supplement was just black mud covered with a disgusting sticky texture, and it had nothing to do with premium ingredients.
Hipper is really a good mother, as she can calmly swallow her child as if it were sugar water.
However, this mother-child connection can never be clearly explained by human logic. After all, it is a curse.
"Don't overthink it. They are different from the Nine Phases of the Cursed Fetus Diagram."
To put it in layman's terms - "Can you understand this as... um, parthenogenesis?"
He let go of Gojo Satoru and walked towards the refrigerator. When the door opened, cold air wafted out, mingling with the sweetness and freshness of the ingredients. Hipper selected the ingredients from the refrigerated compartment, mentally putting together a nutritionally balanced meal, while her mouth kept moving.
"A bunch of little troublemakers. It's okay that they look weird, but they still have the nerve to call me mother..."
The girl's chattering appearance was less cold and aloof than usual, and more down-to-earth—she looked more like an ordinary, pretty girl who would mutter about the ingredients.
Gojo Satoru's gaze fell on her back, his eyes gradually softened, and he stroked the ring finger of his left hand.
I've put my teacher identity behind me and am gradually adapting to my husband's role. What about Hipper? Has she realized that from the moment she put the ring on Gojo Satoru, she is no longer just his savior, but his wife?
Having cast aside the burden of the world of sorcery that he had carried in the past and unloaded all the responsibilities that came with the title of the strongest, Gojo Satoru is now learning to keep his fierceness and arrogance deep in his heart, and slowly figuring out how to be a qualified husband.
This was the only responsibility he took on his own initiative after his rebirth that overturned everything - without any reluctance, but with full willingness.
Willing to be bound by genius.
Willing to be deceived by genius.
Willing to be fooled by his wife.
Whether it was trapping him in a simulated universe, deliberately concealing the existence of the other six eyes from him, or even deceiving, deliberately misleading, and making up lies time and time again since they met - these actions seemed unforgivable to others, but when it came to Hipper, it seemed that there was no basis for blame.
Because that's who Hipper is. Extremely self-centered, even revealing things hurts, and the hurt carries a unique edge.
Gojo Satoru didn't see those as flaws. To love someone, one had to embrace and love even those parts that occasionally stung. In his eyes, those imperfections actually held a unique kind of loveliness, a quality that belonged only to his wife, irreplaceable.
As long as the person standing next to him is Hipper, as long as she is still his wife, no matter what Hipper proposes or does, Gojo Satoru will always give the same answer and indulge her in everything.
Happy to help.
No matter if it's the little expectation hidden in her eyes or the fleeting thought in her mind, the husband should always be the first one to remember and fulfill his wife's wish.
The identity of the first executor is the most solid commitment in marriage - there is no need for others to remind him or the constraints of rules. Just because she is his wife, Gojo Satoru is willing to regard her wishes as his top priority.
"Gojo Hipper." He spoke softly, with a tentative tone at the end.
The girl withdrew her hand from the cabinet door and turned to her side. When she turned around, her eyes were cold, but her tone was not really angry. It was more like a casual urging: "What do you want me to do? Go cook, do you want me to do it?"
"Yes, yes, yes~"
The man closed his eyes and smiled, trying to hide the smile of success in his expression - look, she didn't reject the name and even accepted it obediently.
Hipper, from the moment you responded, you are the real, married Hipper Gojo, right?
The man took the ingredients from her palm, humming a tuneless and brisk melody, and walked briskly into the kitchen. With a light "click", the kitchen door was gently closed, isolating the lively atmosphere behind the door.
…
"Oh."
A soft laugh escaped the girl's lips, fleeting. The gentleness that had been hidden in her pale eyes quickly faded, replaced by a playful expression that spread like a tide, flowing past the corners of her eyes and condensing into a tiny, cold light deep within them.
Stupid six-eyes.
She sneered in her heart.
Did he really think that little probing trick he had just used on her would work? The teacher had used this kind of trick on her before, so could she be fooled again?
Do you think you can fool Gojo Satoru with just a few half-hearted lies?
She had never thought of deceiving the Six Eyes without paying any price.
The girl lowered her eyes to look at her empty palms, her fingertips curled up.
She was Hipper, a genius beyond any doubt. Such a perfunctory lie was at best a trivial joke. A true lie—it always had to fool oneself first before it could perfectly fool everyone else.
If you don’t even believe it yourself, how can you make others believe it?
Wife? Husband? Marriage? Vows?
The girl looked toward the kitchen door, the playfulness in her pale eyes tinged with coldness. "Gojo Satoru, are you playing house?"
You are different from all the other six-eyed ones. I trapped you in the simulation not because of your identity as my "wife", but because I regard you as my most precious collection.
How could a genius's collection yearn for the outside world? If I didn't lay out the sweet bait of "husband" for you, if I didn't play along with you in this marriage drama, how could I be sure that you would willingly stay by my side and forever be the collection in my palm?
A life-saving favor, a life-saving favor? No, a life-saving favor.
Your life must be held in my hands, owned by me, and become my six eyes, which can only look at me.
If you like the role of "husband" so much, then go ahead and play it. After all...the sweet words she said during the proposal and the promises she made in her vows weren't just to one person. As long as he's obedient and occasionally plays the role of "wife," she doesn't mind.
Thinking of binding her with a ring? How naive! From the beginning to the end, the only ones bound tightly in this tiny space are you, the six-eyed ones.
Hipper couldn't help but sigh at this clumsiness - just a few sugar-coated lies and a cold, hard metal ring, and you were willing to trap yourself by her side.
It's so stupid and cute.
Is "I love you" a lie?
no.
Only these words were true. However, this love was never spoken to Gojo Satoru, but to herself.
The only person she loves, from beginning to end, is herself.
The joy when her heart beats, the tenderness when she likes someone, the awkwardness when she is shy... these emotions are real, and she has indeed been aroused by Gojo Satoru's different thoughts, and she has been fascinated by certain characteristics of theirs.
But what she really longed for was the vivid experience and excitement of "falling in love" because of him, the feeling of finally having the characteristics of a "human" and being truly alive.
So it doesn't matter what it is. Whether it's being loved or loving someone, as long as she can clearly feel alive, that's enough.
Continue to let her taste this feeling, be the carrier of her perception of life. In return, she will generously give Gojo Satoru and all the six-eyes everything they desire - whether it is love or a cage called home.
Hipper will satisfy them all.
Love is never a one-way journey, it is the roots of two people entwined and rooted in the soil; just like this prison, it should not trap only one party - a cage that only locks up one person is too fragile and will be broken free sooner or later.
The simulated universe was never just a field to trap one party.
What can really keep people here is the entanglement between each other.
His gaze is an invisible chain, and her mind is a fine net. You trap me and I trip you. From this moment on, we are restraining and binding each other.
It is useless to lock only one person in there - he will go in with the obsession of being a "husband", and she will not let go with the thought of "collecting". In the end, no one can escape, and they can only wrap themselves tightly in the warmth and shackles of each other in this entanglement called "each other". It is not until the end of their lives that it can be truly over.
But the existence of genius never has a predetermined end, nor will it be bound by the word "end".
She had already crossed the boundary of death once. In the years to come, no matter what form death came in, she would cross that boundary again and again, and stay forever in the time and space that would never disappear.
Therefore, her entanglement with Liuyan will never end with the end of a certain life - they will be entangled along the trajectory of time until the universe returns to silence, until all existence turns to nothingness.
She has to do much more than just keep these six eyes by her side.
She would personally sever all possible futures, allowing Gojo Satoru to remain forever in the present, forever belonging to Hipper. There would be no next Rokugan, and no one would ever take away this uniqueness.
The Six Eyes can only be possessed by her.
What she wanted was the Rokugan as Gojo Satoru, and his subsequent Rokugan would no longer be Gojo Satoru.
The equation of the six eyes must be Gojo Satoru, nothing else is valid.
so--
“I’m hungry!”
Ah, I feel so hungry when I think about it, and I have no energy left...
Following the noise, the man opened the door a little, looked over, and said softly, "Hold it in. Don't eat snacks."
“…”Who are you trying to appease?
She is not a child who needs to be disciplined. She has always paid attention to balanced nutrition, so how could she eat snacks before meals?
"Then hurry up." Without further argument, he dismantled the data structure, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, draped it over his arm, and went back to his room to take a shower.
Just as she grasped the bedroom door handle, she caught a glimpse of the man still standing at the kitchen door, staring at her. "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll slap you."
What are you looking at? Do you need a reason to look at your wife?
What made Gojo Satoru's heart skip a beat was - why did the phrase "I'll slap you" sound so familiar? It was clearly a casual teasing phrase he used every day, but who did she learn it from?
Besides herself, who was the one who taught her? Was it the teacher?
Yo, got the point.
"Hmm? Who taught me that?" The girl licked her lower lip lightly with the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, she winked at him and said in a sweet voice, "It's you, baby."
When these two words fell into Gojo Satoru's ears, he felt as if his heart was wrapped in cotton candy, so sweet that he felt dizzy.
Before he could digest it, he heard the girl add, "If you hit someone, hit them in the face~"
With a "bang", she closed the bedroom door, leaving Gojo Satoru standing there, thinking about the word "baby".
Tsk, I should have expected this. It's still really annoying when I see with my own eyes those things that don't belong to me and bear other people's marks.
Three six-eyed people, it's amazing that she can bear it. I'm still too soft on her. This bad kid who appears to be soft on the surface but lies all the time should be taught a profound lesson.
If you lie to me again, I will destroy you.
You don't want to go see your teacher next time with a red mark on your neck that hasn't faded yet, not even covered by your collar, right? Not to mention your lover - if they saw the marks of love wrapped around your body and knew how obediently you've been staying by my side all this time, what do you think they would think?
You will be screwed by them more than once.
So, be obedient and be good.
Don't lie to me anymore. Among ten thousand lies, you should tell me one truth, right?
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