Chapter 165: Surge
Samuel saw the system again.
A huge medal hangs on its plain square head, like a small hat.
He looked closely and found a number 5 written on the medal.
Ome blinked, and a line of small words scrolled across its screen.
[Warm congratulations to Ome for passing the primary system assessment with high scores! ]
Samuel was silent for a moment.
Is it okay to hang a banner on yourself?
But he still smiled and congratulated the little guy.
after all--
Without it, they would have no way of knowing the correct way to keep wasps.
"Ahem, Executor." Ome cleared his throat, and the mechanical voice fluctuated. "Thank you for your praise. I have successfully passed the assessment and am now a glorious junior system!"
Samuel smiled.
"Congratulations, this is the honor you deserve."
Ome's face instantly lit up with smiles.
This executor is still on the right track!
"Hey, here's the thing. I'm here today to do a user feedback event."
Ome shook his head proudly.
A lot of points dropped on its screen with a ding-dong sound, and then a number was infinitely magnified.
There are also explosion effects around.
"I've become rich!" Ome exclaimed. It was no longer the foolish system that buried deep hidden dangers for a single point! It would never again face the situation where a single point could stump a hero!
"So I'm willing to grant you one wish, for less than ten points! Because I still have four small worlds to visit!"
It explained hastily, fearing that the executor would think it was stingy.
Samuel's fingertips gently touched his cheek.
desire……
All his wishes have been fulfilled.
As for the prosperity and continuation of the bee population, that is not something that can be achieved by just making a wish.
Just then, Ernest opened the door.
Samuel's eyes fell on Ernest.
His eyebrows moved slightly.
He had no wishes...
But he had one regret.
Samuel's mental power is connected to Ome.
Ome listened attentively: "This..."
It blinked in distress.
Giving Ernest in the original world line a good ending...this is a bit difficult.
"There are thousands of possible paths for a small world to take, and the original world line is the most likely. When all its fulcrums die, and it is bound to collapse without external forces, we will freeze that world line."
"Then we will find a suitable time to send you in to explore the way out of this plane."
Of course, the further back in time you go, the greater the price you pay, so that point in time is often not particularly early.
And the timing of the backflow is not something it can control.
"Time flows for you, and for me, but not for the Lord God."
It didn't know how to explain to Samuel that the visual changes brought about by the difference in dimensions were huge, and even it couldn't understand what the Lord God could see in his eyes.
Ome thought for a moment and continued, "The Ernest who witnessed your death and the current Ernest exist simultaneously for the Lord God."
"So if you want, it's not impossible to complete it." Ome said, "I can use the mission re-swipe card to put Samuel's soul back into the frozen, unreset original world line, which is three years after your death."
But the reason it didn't take this approach before was because Samuel's physical body had already died at that time.
Even if the executor returns, he cannot survive as "Samuel".
Ome tried his best to speak in a language that the executor could understand.
"Furthermore, re-swiping the card for the mission can only return to the moment I intervened. At the same time, the same world will not allow two identical souls to exist."
The Samuel in this world line now is the Samuel who has died in the original world line. There can only be one identical soul in a world, so the Samuel who enters the original world line can only be his former self.
This means that the executor that Ome initially found was not the dead Samuel, but the imprisoned Samuel.
"In other words, the 'you' who re-enters the original worldline isn't the current 'you', but the 'you' who was still imprisoned in the original worldline. And this imprisoned 'you' has to save the world from collapse once again." Ome sighed, feeling a little confused. "This operation doesn't really make much sense, because you've already successfully saved the world, and there's no reward for saving it again."
Ome emphasized, "The 'you' in this world won't gain anything from this! That's 10 points! Do you really want to use them all?"
Samuel laughed.
"That's my only regret."
"Okay." Ome nodded. "Higher intelligent life really likes to find some strange 'meanings'."
"Although you can't intervene, I will report their subsequent outcomes to you."
Ome disappeared.
And Ernest also knelt down in front of Samuel.
"What happened just now?" Ernest asked. He noticed a relieved smile on His Majesty's face.
Samuel shook his head, then took out a small ball from his arms.
The small ball is only the size of a fingernail, round and bright red.
"This is……"
Ernest was a little puzzled.
"Toy."
Samuel answered, then he narrowed his eyes.
"I came across a book that said bumblebees would love a game like this."
"But I don't know if that's true."
"So..." Ernest was stunned. He took the ball and fiddled with it unconsciously with his fingers. "Your Majesty, are you giving it to me to play with?"
Samuel burst out laughing.
"It's for Milo."
Ernest belatedly curled up his fingers.
Yes, he has been an adult female bee for a long time... Why would His Majesty give him a toy?
Moreover, this small ball is only the size of a fingernail, and is obviously for worker bees to play with.
He actually wanted to snatch toys from his own child, and after being denied by His Majesty, he even felt a little lost.
The thought made Ernest feel ashamed.
He quickly put the sleepy Milo on the table and handed him the red ball.
Milo was in the form of a complete bumblebee, only slightly smaller than a thumb.
Seeing the ball, Milo immediately became energetic. He stood up on his hind legs, then put his four little feet on the ball and started rolling wildly.
He walked back and forth dozens of times without showing any sign of fatigue.
Sometimes it rolled so fast that the ball and the bees would roll over together, which made Samuel laugh.
"It seems to be true."
Samuel said.
Ernest nodded.
"Want to go play?"
Samuel asked again.
Ernest immediately sat up straight and shook his head: "No, Your Majesty——"
He is already so old, wouldn't he be laughed at by the bees if he continues to play these games?
The golden-eyed drone laughed again, his fingers reaching into his robes before pulling out another small ball.
This little ball is slightly larger than the red one and is golden.
Samuel handed the ball to Ernest.
"Yours is gold, puppy."
"Your Majesty is teasing me again."
Ernest pursed his lips.
Samuel shrugged. "No way, puppy. It's because you're so cute."
"But...if you don't want it, I'll give it to Milo."
"I want it!"
Ernest quickly took the golden ball and held it in his arms like a treasure.
Samuel held his chin and laughed again.
.
After the ball was given away, Samuel never saw Ernest take it out again.
but……
A long time later, one day Samuel woke up from his dream and saw a fat bumblebee pushing a golden ball around.
He rolled the ball very carefully, never letting it roll outside the nest. He also checked the ball from time to time, using his thin forelimbs to brush off the non-existent dust on it.
Samuel wanted to laugh.
But he held back.
He watched Ernest roll like this for a long time, and then carefully put the ball into the corner.
Samuel was a little touched.
The little bumblebee's fat butt was tugged back and forth, and its little feet moved alternately, like a little bear learning to walk.
So cute!
In order to see such a scene again in the future, Samuel quietly closed his eyes.
After a while, Ernest tiptoed to Samuel's side again.
Slowly and quietly, he made his original form grow bigger and bigger.
Samuel could hear feathers being pulled apart all around him.
He breathed softly, then stretched out his arm.
Sure enough, the guy who looked very honest quickly rolled in.
Snuggled tightly against his side.
Then the furry feeling in his hand disappeared, replaced by hot, smooth skin.
Samuel's strong mental power allowed him to sense Ernest's gaze on his face.
After being married for several years, Samuel could fully imagine Ernest's expression.
——This naughty little dog.
Samuel thought.
I wanted to touch him, but I was afraid of waking him up, so I just stared at him.
Maybe I even want to gently hold his lips.
Samuel suddenly realized a problem.
——Is Ernest’s love for his lip beads also influenced by his bumblebee nature?
——Because I like playing with small balls, I particularly like his round lip beads.
Tsk.
This puppy.
A subtle sense of dissatisfaction emerged in Samuel's heart.
He turned again and lay down with his back to Ernest.
This made the puppy very anxious.
The sleeping position that Ernest had finally adjusted to was gone again!
He was anxious to hug His Majesty, but was afraid that His Majesty would wake up from his dream.
Samuel waited for several minutes with his eyes closed.
Sure enough, the bad bumblebee transformed into its original petite form once, then tiptoed to the other side of him, trying to repeat the same trick.
Ernest climbed for a long time, taking every step very carefully, for fear of disturbing His Majesty - the noise of his flying was so loud that he would never dare to flap his wings in the nest.
On the other side, Samuel pretended to be asleep until Ernest snuggled into his arms again.
snort.
The evil-minded Majesty kicked the bed twice as if he felt too hot, and the bee-eater's feathers flew up.
Then, he turned around again.
Samuel's mental power accurately saw Ernest's collapse.
The bumblebee's spiritual sea was like the surface of the sea when the wind blew.
After going back and forth a few times, even someone as slow-witted as Ernest noticed something was wrong.
He said hesitantly, "Your Majesty..."
Samuel still closed his eyes and ignored it.
Ernest didn't know what he had done wrong, he gently kissed Samuel on the cheek.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me."
He said so.
Samuel then opened his eyes, his golden pupils clear and bright.
"What is your crime?"
He asked.
Ernest readily agreed: "I disturbed your Majesty's sleep."
But Samuel shook his head.
"no."
Now, Ernest really started to panic.
Did he accidentally do something to make His Majesty angry?
"Your Majesty, please enlighten me!"
Samuel placed his finger lightly on his lips.
But of course he couldn't say it directly.
How shameful, Samuel would never do such a thing.
Ernest, who was standing by, obviously misunderstood what His Majesty meant. He saw His Majesty's finger resting on the beads of his lip.
His body began to heat up.
What a beautiful Majesty.
The golden eyes are more dazzling than the sun.
The plump lips are like flowers.
Ernest's heart beat faster and faster, and he leaned over and slowly and reverently held the pearl in his mouth.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Unexpectedly, His Majesty's expression did not ease, but instead became more indifferent.
“Do you only know how to eat here?”
His Majesty said coldly.
Ernest didn't know what he had done wrong. He thought for a moment and bent down.
Samuel's foot pressed against his shoulder.
"I'm not—"
That's not what he meant!
But Ernest was afraid of His Majesty's rejection, so he tried his best to please His Majesty.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Ernest said again.
"Bad puppy!"
The owner shouted like this but did not use his feet to push the puppy away.
Samuel grabbed Ernest's furry tentacles in anger, just like rubbing a puppy's ears.
As he rubbed it, Samuel's heart softened.
This stupid bumblebee.
Clumsily crawled into his heart, filling his empty chest with warm fuzz.
What a lovely guy.
I just couldn't help but want to bully him.
Samuel looked at Ernest, whose eyes became moist, and suddenly reached out and touched his cheek with his finger.
He moved slowly.
【I】
Ernest's perception is very sensitive.
【like】
He had always been slow, but at this moment he was unusually smart.
【you】
His Majesty's fingers paused, then touched Ernest's cheek with a little force.
Ernest spelled out the words.
The tears in his eyes rolled down uncontrollably, like a rain.
The tall female bee's chest heaved violently. She tightly grasped His Majesty's fingers and tried to speak but only uttered shameful sobs.
His lips trembled as he spoke silently.
"I love you, too."
Tears fell down and dripped onto Samuel's chest, as if burning it.
"I know."
Samuel said as he held Ernest in his arms.
He knows everything.
It was the puppy's surging love that pulled him out of the abyss.
Of course he knows.
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