The snow that hadn't melted yet covered the rooftops, and the soft moonlight refracted and scattered throughout the hotel.
In the past, when people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, the night was as silent as if it had been muted.
On the antique table lay medicines that were clearly out of step with the times, and the outline of the little girl's fair arm lay starkly across the window.
The main god sat at the table, letting the main system apply medicine to him. His body, which had not yet begun to develop, was slender and fragile, with several bright purple bruises that stood out starkly against his snow-white skin.
"Hmm..."
Finally, the God couldn't resist and twitched his arm once more as the ointment was applied.
Upon hearing this, the main system immediately stopped what it was doing, a hint of tension showing on its blank face: "Does it hurt a lot?"
The chief god frowned, then shook his head, muttering with a hint of self-reproach, "It's all my fault, I'm so useless..."
Looking at the God's current state, the main system felt a new emotion.
She didn't know what it was called, but she immediately made even gentler movements than before, even though she judged that such movements were not as effective as the previous treatment.
"You're still young, take your time, you'll grow." After a pause, the main system said while applying medicine to the main god.
Upon hearing this, the main god slowly raised his head and looked at the person sitting next to him.
The candlelight crackled a few times for no apparent reason. She looked at the woman beside her and said earnestly, "Then you can't leave me, okay, Main System? You have to stay by my side until I grow up."
At that time, the main system was unaware of her fluctuating fate with the main god, and the application of medicine never stopped.
She nodded in agreement with the deity's words and replied earnestly, "Of course, Your Majesty."
Upon hearing this, the main god immediately smiled brightly, as if the pain from applying the medicine wasn't so bad anymore. He picked up a flattened candied hawthorn from the side with one hand and said, "Then have another one."
The main system had already eaten one and was a little embarrassed to keep it all to itself: "Lord God, aren't you going to eat one?"
The chief god replied, "I don't like to eat this."
The main system assumed that the God wanted to keep these for himself, and deliberately exposed the truth by asking, "If you don't like them, why did you buy them?"
"Because of you," the Supreme God replied.
She was still holding the candied hawthorn in her hand, her curved eyes sparkling with the candlelight, making her look especially beautiful against the backdrop of the red hawthorn.
Even after millions of years, the main system never forgot that smile.
The candied hawthorn that has been left out for a long time and has been flattened has loose flesh and is not as delicious as fresh candied hawthorn. However, for the main system that does not like sweets, this thin layer of sweetness is just right for her.
Just as she felt about her complementary relationship with the Supreme God.
As the night grew deeper, the little girl fell into a deep sleep on the simple bed in the inn.
The main system gazed at the God she had lost and found, paused for a moment, and slowly withdrew her arm from the God's embrace. These past few days, she had been busy searching for the God, and the system space had accumulated a lot of work to be done.
They sorted out the messed-up storyline and re-edited the algorithm in an attempt to salvage the situation.
In the pure white space, the woman's tall figure was reflected on the ground, and the water shimmered as she walked, her skirt draped over the floor.
Although she had returned to the system, the main system did not revert to her original purely digital form.
Somehow, she went from initially rejecting this outer shell to now adapting to it and even liking it.
She liked this human body, especially the hands.
This allowed her to sense the emotions of the main characters while touching the storyline. On several occasions, she even matched two people who would have the best ending together with their current loved ones because of these emotions.
The main system felt a sense of "doubt" about its own behavior and even activated its self-check function.
Just then, small footsteps echoed in the empty, quiet space.
The boundless space was filled with endless pure white, making anyone standing within it appear exceptionally small.
The goddess transformed back into her original form, a simple white halter dress hanging on her slender shoulders, her long hair styled in fine curls, cascading in golden strands down her back and sweeping past her ankles.
As if she had arrived in a hurry, she wasn't wearing shoes, and her fair little feet were just stepping on the cold ground.
Ripples on the ground followed each step she took, and her raised feet were covered with a cool, tender red.
The main system turned around and saw the main god, whom it had soothed to sleep, arrive. It was quite surprised: "Main God, what brings you here?"
"I opened my eyes and found you were not here..." The voice of the Supreme God was small, the trembling syllables filled with fear.
The main system was puzzled and didn't understand what emotion this was. After a long while, it finally managed to discern from its system database: "Did you have a nightmare?"
The main god frowned, his round face filled with grievance: "I dreamed of that mountain again. You didn't come, and I almost died."
As he said this, the main god, like a child who was particularly dependent on adults, took the initiative to sit in the main system's lap and leaned his face closer to the main system's lap.
With this movement, her long hair, which had been draped over her back, enveloped her sides, so thick that it seemed to wrap around her entire petite and delicate body.
She was so light that the main system could barely detect her weight; she was just a tiny, frail, and pitiful ball.
The main system lowered its eyes, carefully and gently hugged the person in its arms, and comforted them, "No, you are the Supreme God, no one can kill you."
The little girl's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this, her tiny hands clutching the clothes she had personally made for the main system a few days ago; the white lotus embroidery had become frayed from her recent travels.
Then she looked up at the main system that was holding her in her arms and pleaded in the most pitiful tone of her three thousand lifetimes: "Then can you please never leave me, never disobey me, and never let me die?"
Suddenly, the main system felt as if a corner of its heart had collapsed.
But she had no heart at all; even this human body was created for her by the person in her arms.
So why would she refuse?
She is so young, and she needs someone to protect her.
The main system's slightly pursed lips parted gently, and it earnestly promised the main god, "Rest assured, none of this will happen."
...
The crystal-blue light from the computer screen reflected in Lu Shizhen's eyes, which were wide open and filled with seriousness and eagerness.
She listened intently, then pressed the main system in front of her for an answer: "And then what happened?"
"Later, I arranged the worst fate for those people in their next few lifetimes, and I also wrote my vow into the program under the witness of the God of God," the main system said.
She seemed to sense something, her expression dimmed, and then she said, "That was the first time I had feelings, but it was also the only time in these thirty million years."
Lu Shizhen listened, her heart filled with regret.
Just as she was about to sigh that the main god was a good person before, Xu Shiyue said, "Have you ever thought that your main god deliberately fell into that person's hands? The signal that was forced to be cut off was not because the signal in the mountains and forests was bad, but because she deliberately cut it off. It was all so that she could give you the candied hawthorn that she 'carefully' protected, so that you would be completely devoted to her and give up your right to counterbalance and evolve against her."
Her voice was calm, and her reasoning revealed a clear and logical rigor.
The light emanating from the main system also became mixed, heavy and somewhat oppressive: "I am truly ashamed. It is something that Miss Xu understood so easily after hearing it, but I only recently figured it out."
"My god seems to never grow up."
"It won't let me grow up either."
The main system spoke quietly, its gentle voice heavy with undisguised disappointment and frustration.
She looked at the two helpers who had taken the initiative to cooperate with her, and said to them with difficulty and honesty: "I always thought that the main god had taken the position in a hurry, which is why she was in the form of a young girl who was still growing. But later I saw in the deep algorithm that the main god deliberately eliminated that she was an extremely mature program that was carefully cultivated by the previous main god."
"Like every god before her, the previous chief god taught her everything and cared for her even more carefully than I have. Yet, in the end, she destroyed the previous chief god in the most cruel way and took her place..."
The pure white world slowly turned red, and scarlet blood spread across the ground.
The long white hair resembled an old tree, its branches scattered haphazardly on the ground, surrounding a woman.
She looked very old, her hands clasped over her chest were covered with wrinkles from the years.
She lay there on her back, each breath pulling at the bulging white veins in her neck, her breathing heavy and labored, her life hanging by a thread.
What's more, there was a gleaming knife made of data, stabbing vertically into her chest.
The blood that spread everywhere was constantly gushing out from there, devouring her pure white clothes.
The indigo data orb absorbed the spreading blood, gathering from the ground and transforming into a human shape.
Like the transition between old and new life, the main god has black hair and black eyes, and his innocent gaze is like that of a newborn baby. His snow-white body is covered by thick, long hair and is filled with holiness.
The woman lay there on the ground, pale and powerless, watching the person being born.
Her eyes had long since lost their power, a hazy, silvery-white expanse, devoid of any emotion. Her breathing was hoarse, like that of an old windmill.
Blood engulfed the pristine white ground, and with each step the newborn girl took toward the woman, she drew ever closer to the pool of blood.
But she didn't stop. Barefoot, she stood step by step in front of the woman, her fair feet already stained with blood.
Perhaps because she was a newborn, she was unaware of the somewhat bloody scene, and no fear was shown on her face.
Calmness settled on her innocent and youthful face; this emotion, which should have existed in this space, seemed particularly eerie at this moment.
The little girl slowly knelt down towards the woman, her slender white fingers tracing the woman's chest, pierced by the blade of data, as if exploring its depths. Her calm voice carried a childlike innocence, as if she did not know the meaning of death: "Listen, it's getting old and can't beat anymore."
But she also knew the meaning of death.
As soon as she finished speaking, her calm little face crumpled, fear, sadness, and panic all converging within her: "But didn't you say you would always be with me? You've left me like this, what am I supposed to do? Didn't you say that once you're gone, you don't even know if I'll be able to survive..."
The little girl's crying was exceptionally real, her eyes filled with sorrow and longing for the woman, brimming with genuine emotion.
Her almond-shaped eyes were brimming with tears, which fell one by one as she spoke, crashing into the pool of blood, helplessly swallowed by the blood.
She looked genuinely frightened and bewildered, like a little girl forced to grow up, longing for the days the woman had spent with her.
But after a second, the crying stopped abruptly.
The corners of her lips, hidden beneath her long hair, slowly curved upwards, and then the little girl smiled.
He laughed with childlike innocence, but his dark eyes were filled with a scarlet obsession.
His crimson lips kissed her bloodstained fingers, slowly leaving a striking, glaring red mark on the corner of his lips.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to the woman's ear, her soft voice interspersed with the sounds of flesh being penetrated and pierced, along with the rhythmic thumping of a woman's heart being held: "I was just kidding."
There seemed to be genuine reluctance in her eyes, but also a genuine sense of morbidity: "Those who break their promises will pay the price."
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