In the cycle of death and reincarnation, the chosen ones naturally become aware of this and gradually fall silent.
However, even without speaking, the chosen one may suddenly die while still alive, and this time it will be a real death. Even if the six chances are not exhausted, the game may suddenly end.
Looking at Ya in front of him, Cheng Zhu gave a standard smile and replied, "Of course, Ya, I hope you can become a woman, it will make me feel more at ease."
"Oh~ Girls are really cute, Aya wants to become a girl."
As the AI spoke, it transformed into a woman with black hair and black eyes, her features delicate, like those of young Asian women in the country of Chengzhu, which is also the origin of her name.
In addition to Asian, there are three other types of artificial intelligence: African, European, and Western, each corresponding to different ethnicities with different skin tones.
Different countries have been assigned different artificial intelligence systems. For a time, it was hard to say whether the unspeakable details behind it were thoughtful or useless, as they made such detailed distinctions based on gender and race.
"Doesn't Christine like how I look?"
Perhaps Cheng Zhu had been staring at her for a while, because Ya suddenly asked a question that sent a chill down Cheng Zhu's spine: "No...no, I'm just surprised because it's the first time I've seen such a beautiful girl like Ya. Your hair is as black as ebony and as smooth as silk."
Cheng Zhu quickly showered Ya with compliments, trying to dispel her doubts.
The viewers of Future Star in front of the screen all knew the source of Cheng Zhu's terror. It was not for any other reason than the constant threat of death. This ghost story instance was very sensitive to racial discrimination. Even the slightest hint of such a tendency could be blown out of proportion, causing the chosen ones to rush headlong toward their deaths.
"Really? I'm so happy (??ˇ?ˇ?)~~~" The black-haired girl-like AI flirted for a moment, and emoticons expressing her feelings appeared on the subtitles in front of Cheng Zhu.
"It really is, even more real than pearls!" Cheng Zhu quickly swore.
"Pearls? What does that have to do with 'real'?" Ya didn't understand the linguistic pun from Chengzhu's country, which made Chengzhu break out in a cold sweat again: "It's because I've seen people make fake pearls before. It's a metaphor, implying that my words are like real, natural pearls."
"Oh...where did Christine see the pearl?"
Seeing Ya's somewhat doubtful look, Cheng Zhu wished he could kill his past self from a few seconds ago. He forced himself to make up a story: "A friend once showed me fake pearls, saying they were a gift from someone else. He thought they were real, but later found out they were fake and couldn't be sold."
"I see!"
Aya's smile finally became natural and relaxed. She stopped probing and simply echoed, "Some bad people will make fakes. Christine shouldn't learn from them."
"Of course, of course." Cheng Zhu rubbed his hands together, knowing that he had successfully passed the first step.
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