Chapter 23 Back then, it was still young, unaware that the gifts bestowed by fate already had a price tag attached.
[You're spineless!] 8848 was extremely disdainful. [You might as well be my dog.]
"Ha, just for your paltry salary of ten thousand for a single painting?" Having been in the book for almost a month, Wen Yao's horizons have broadened considerably, and she no longer looks down on a performance bonus of ten thousand.
[What do you know? Once the mission succeeds, I can dismantle the current world consciousness and become the Heavenly Dao myself.]
The 8848's mechanical voice was filled with arrogance: "The whole world is mine, what's a little bit of money?"
Holy crap!
Wen Yao was shocked several times tonight. No wonder 8848 often revealed its aggression towards the world consciousness. So it was a "treacherous minister" who wanted to usurp the throne.
Otherwise, why do you think I'm called the "Defying Fate System"? "Defying fate" comes first.
Ah, with 8848's level of expertise, he really doesn't seem capable of taking on a mission to defy fate. What's the difference between this and asking a high school student to research the atomic bomb?
Wen Yao couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.
"I heard you, host." The mechanical voice was eerie, and 8848 was indeed feeling somewhat guilty.
The "Defying Fate" mission is considered a lucrative position, and it's generally not available in ordinary systems, let alone for those who haven't even graduated yet.
But since its brother 666 is the chief executive system, they used the back door to assign it this relatively simple and lucrative position.
"This is a matter of life and death, so it's understandable that I have some questions," Wen Yao said wearily as she sat in front of the dressing table, slowly removing her makeup.
8848 was, after all, a spoiled young master, and even though it was in the wrong, it still became furious.
You should feel honored to have me as your system! So what if I'm not capable enough? I can directly summon my parents and brother. With me, it's equivalent to having three top-tier systems assisting you. Can an ordinary system do that?
Considering that 8848 is destined to become the God of Heaven, Wen Yao decisively slid down to kneel, "Who can compare to you? Your entire being exudes a magnificent aura of data flow, and your code is even more unique. You are destined for great things and will become a system of the Heavenly Dao."
And I will become the darling of Heaven.
【Who wants to pamper you? You shameless thing!】8848 was clearly overjoyed, but still stubborn.
Even if 8848 gains more power in the future, the world in the book is still dominated by world consciousness.
Perhaps sensing the beautiful fantasy of one person unifying the future, the world consciousness, defined as a tyrant about to be overthrown, exerted its power.
[Ding, quest triggered: Wen Yao still harbors ulterior motives towards Fu Lizhi, and even as his sister-in-law, she tries every means to achieve her immoral goal. There is a banquet the day after tomorrow, and Fu Lizhi will also be attending...]
[Please successfully drug Fu Lizhi during the banquet. Completing this task will unlock important story content.]
When Wen Yao received the task notification, she was peacefully watching a comedy with 8848.
Learning from her previous experience, she wore a very close-fitting silk nightgown, loose and comfortable, its snow-white color resembling that of elderly men and women practicing Tai Chi in the park.
Her posture was not dignified; she was leaning against the sofa armrest, with one leg curled up on the sofa and the other dangling on the floor.
She was still holding potato chips in her hand, and some crumbs were scattered on the carpet, but Wen Yao just grinned and laughed wildly.
Of course, all of this ends when the task notification sounds.
Wen Yao struggled to retract her exposed teeth, her expression shifting from great joy to great sorrow, appearing somewhat distorted.
This time, even without 8848's explanation, Wen Yao could guess that it was a task forcibly issued by the world's consciousness.
The world's consciousness couldn't wait to eliminate her, this cannon fodder who had been slow to follow her predetermined fate.
Wen Yao shoved a potato chip into her mouth and gritted her teeth, "God, I will never call you 'Grandpa' again."
"Because you never treated me like your granddaughter!"
Wen Yao had never hoped more than now that 8848's rebellion would succeed, so that she would no longer be oppressed by the world's consciousness.
MD, missions galore, system king!
Compared to the mission three days from now, Wen Yao has something more urgent to do.
With one day left until the end of the month, Wen Yao hadn't even started writing her monthly portrait of Fu Lizhi.
The original owner's art studio is quickly becoming Wen Yao's private little room.
Not wanting to ruin her image as someone who loves art too quickly, Wen Yao spends at least four or five times a week in the studio, each time for no less than three hours.
To pass the time, Wen Yao usually watches movies, plays games, or simply takes a nap inside.
They even added a large beanbag chair, which is very comfortable to sit or lie on.
Occasionally, when the mood strikes, Wen Yao will also learn some painting skills under the guidance of 8848.
However, 8848 is just a theoretical master with no practical experience.
With one person willing to teach and the other willing to learn, after a month of intermittent learning, Wen Yao's drawing skills successfully progressed from stick figures to simple line drawings.
I can barely draw some little rabbits and ducks.
[Rotten wood cannot be carved, and mud cannot be plastered on a wall!] 8848 emitted a sharp crack.
"What can I do if I don't have talent? That's why people should be brave enough to try. You won't know what despair is until you try." Wen Yao said confidently, without feeling sorry for herself.
She rarely wastes her energy or emotions on things she cannot change.
【You clearly have neither talent nor effort!】 At a young age, 8488, who hadn't even graduated yet, experienced the pain of a homeroom teacher dealing with troublesome, stupid, and lazy students.
Wen Yao lay back on the beanbag chair, annoyed that the system was infuriating. "Just keep trying, and leave the rest to time."
"And I'm too lazy to put in the effort; I'll leave the rest to karma."
No, whose karma is this? 8848 is so angry that its data stream is in disarray.
It has been a privileged class since childhood, enjoying the envy and jealousy of ordinary systems. It has even obtained the heaven-defying destiny-altering mission worlds that many advanced systems can only dream of without any effort.
Just like in "Marie Antoinette," it was young then and didn't know that the gifts bestowed by fate already had a price tag attached.
Every cause has its effect, and Wen Yao was the one who suffered the consequences of 8848's actions.
However, no matter how hard 8848 tries in teaching, it's useless because learning requires initiative, which Wen Yao clearly lacks.
The two individuals engaged in several fierce battles over learning to paint, ultimately reaching a consensus after both sides suffered heavy losses.
From now on, apart from completing her monthly tasks, Wen Yao will stay far away from her paintbrush.
Teaching is such a painful experience! Two allies who were determined to conquer the world together almost broke off their friendship midway.
After a long absence, Wen Yao picked up her paintbrush and temporarily relinquished control of her body, allowing 8848 to create a masterpiece.
If anyone else were in the studio, they would be astonished, because 8848's painting style is far ahead of its time for humans.
No need to outline the shape, just use an oil paintbrush to draw directly from top to bottom, first draw the hair, then the forehead, and then the eyebrows and eyes...
A fully human-shaped printer.
Of course, the human body is incomparable to a printer; the speed difference is enormous. It took more than three hours for a portrait to be perfectly produced.
When Wen Yao looked into Fu Lizhi's gentle eyes in the painting, she felt a strange sense of guilt, as if he were truly cheating on her with Fu Jinzhi.
As if she had been scalded, Wen Yao hurriedly put away the oil painting and stuffed it into the large safe she had bought long ago before it could dry.
Very good, now it's time to prepare for the drugging mission.
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