Ever since Mu Hengshi completed his mission and left, the main system allowed him to take a vacation due to his excellent performance. During the vacation, he suddenly had the idea of coming to this world to see how his host was doing.
In the system space, he flipped through the screen and found that his host was not living a happy life. He did not expect that the host who was so powerful in the novel world would be so servile and subservient for this person, like a nagging woman.
The system was overjoyed. It was the host's fault for always being so indifferent to it, so rude, so disrespectful of its companion. Now, someone was finally here to take care of it. The system spun in the air, and a few small flowers seemed to appear above its head, looking very happy. Although it was still the same ball of light, Song Qingmo had a feeling that the system must be secretly happy.
"Is this thing malfunctioning? Why does it look so stupid? Like an artificial idiot." Song Qingmo rolled his eyes at the silly system and kept complaining.
Hearing this, the system lost its smile. It paused in mid-air for a few seconds. Then, in a normal electronic voice, it spoke to the program, a hint of anger and grievance. "How rude of you! What are you talking about? You're the artificial idiot. I'm the most advanced electronic system in the future. I'm afraid your world won't be able to crack my program even if it advances for hundreds of years. How dare you say that to me!"
"I'm just kidding." As he spoke, the ball of light was about to hit Song Qingmo's face. Song Qingmo quickly stabilized the flying system and apologized humbly.
The ball of light stopped, proudly twisting its round body, and said proudly, "I forgive you, but are you really not going to consider what I said? Our benefits are very good, and we can experience a different life, which many people can't even ask for." The system didn't lie, but this experience of life was to play the protagonist of various tragic situations. But their benefits were not as good as others.
"Stop! Stop! Hold on. I'm already tired of living now, and you want me to experience a different life and live for a few hundred more years. Isn't this going to kill me?" Song Qingmo made a silence gesture with his hands.
The system glanced at him with disdain, wondering how this person could be so lazy. How could such an excellent host fall into the hands of this person?
Although Mu Hengshi has now returned to his small world, he remains a legend within their group of torture writers. He's endured the torture of so many worlds without losing his character. His mental state remains stable, even though many of his predecessors have been driven insane.
Only the system knew the faith that had sustained Mu Heng. Every time he was tortured, his eyes would darken and become uncertain. His eyes were blank, as if he was recalling some distant memory.
After his tormentors left, the system circled around Mu Hengshi, heartbroken. But Mu Hengshi's eyes were closed in his sleep. Only once did the system understand why the host's eyes were always so sad. His data revealed that this was probably human longing, but it was mixed with too much regret and the feeling of unrequited love.
From then on, the system was constantly wondering who it was that had captivated its host so deeply. Curious, he once used points to gain access and read Mu Hengshi's background. Even though he knew those chosen by them were usually tragic, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, how ridiculous!" when he saw the story of Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo.
In this life, he also came to this world out of curiosity, wanting to see how his host would turn the tide and win back his wife's heart, but from now on, the progress seems to be very bad.
Tsk tsk tsk, the system was mumbling something. Song Qingmo looked at the system, which had been in a trance, with a big question mark on his head. What happened? Was it a short circuit?
Suddenly, the system turned around and looked at Song Qingmo mysteriously, "Can I follow you these few days?" Although he came here for vacation, he has been running out of energy recently. Song Qingmo's luck in this world can be said to be comparable to Mu Hengshi's, and can provide him with energy.
"Forget it. I'm not used to someone following me, and you're so talkative that it hurts my ears." Song Qingmo refused sternly. He couldn't let this system follow him. Who knew if he was a good person or a bad person? And he always felt that this system must have something it didn't tell him.
"I finally came here for a vacation, but I'm running out of energy. I need you to stay here. Promise me, promise me." Seeing that Song Qingmo refused, the system started to act like a rogue. It rolled around on Song Qingmo's big bed. The constant sound of the mattress came from the light ball, and only Song Qingmo could hear it. Otherwise, he would have asked Xiaoguai to teach this broken ball a lesson long ago.
Song Qingmo's head was about to explode. "That's enough. You can stay, but you have to tell me why Mu Hengshi was reborn. Why don't you go and grab him?"
"Ah, you're just asking me now. You're too slow to react." The system paused, its tone full of contempt.
Song Qingmo clenched his fists, resisting the urge to crush the ball. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "If you can't speak, then shut up. Now you need me for something."
The light ball floated up again. "You know what? Your rebirth wasn't an accident, and neither was the host's." Song Qingmo keenly grasped the host the system was referring to. It must be Mu Hengshi. Wow! He thought to himself, I didn't expect Mu Hengshi to be living such a happy life after his death.
"Do you know how much effort the host put in to save you?"
Song Qingmo couldn't help but sarcastically retorted, "That's just his wishful thinking. And what about you suddenly playing the music?" When the system started talking, Song Qingmo heard the sentimental music slowly playing in the air.
The system was a little embarrassed and turned off the music function. "This is not played to enhance the atmosphere."
"Host, you've done so much for me. I've read your story, and while it's true that you've gone too far, you have your reasons. You've been beaten to the point of amnesia, and you've been secretly hypnotized. That's why you're so targeted..."
Seeing Song Qingmo's frown and dissatisfaction, he stopped talking nonsense and got straight to the point. "Ahem, after your death, the host was chosen by us to do a mission because we detected a strong regret value in him. During that time, the host performed very well. He even deliberately chose those sadistic stories that tortured people to death, and was beaten to death by the protagonists in those stories. Every time the mission ended, he left with not a single piece of his skin intact..."
The system kept talking about how miserable Mu Heng was, and then how outstanding he was.
Listening to these descriptions, Song Qingmo wondered, given Mu Hengshi's personality, how could he do such things? He replaced the faces of the protagonists of the abusive stories he had read with Mu Hengshi's, and found the scenes extremely strange.
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