System 2d14 was also extremely anxious: "Host! The time is almost up but we haven't found the problem yet, what should we do?"

But the black-haired boy himself didn't think of the answer, so he had to manipulate the black silk that covered the planet to continue to disguise and monitor every move in every corner of the world.

System 2d14: "Host! There are still 10 minutes!"

The black-haired boy was simply annoyed by this stupid system, but he had no time to blame the system now. The boy's brain was almost filled with various possibilities about the end of the world, stiffness, and children! But still nothing was gained, and he couldn't find a set of principles that could explain the end of the world.

System 2d14: "Host! There are still 5 minutes left. What should I do? Wuwuwu..."

But the black-haired boy turned a deaf ear to it. Since he couldn't infer the cause of the apocalypse, he might as well start from the intention of the main system! Since the main system sent him here, it at least shows that he has certain advantages in this apocalypse. And what is his biggest advantage? Absorbing and transforming organic matter? Yes! It must be organic matter, otherwise his ability will have no effect at all!

System 2d14 screamed in fear: "There is still 1 minute, ah ah ah!"

At this time, the black-haired boy had completely given up thinking. Can 1 minute save the world? Don't be ridiculous! The black-haired boy turned his attention to the black silk of the entire Happy Planet, paying attention to the changes that occurred at the moment of the apocalypse. However, hundreds of billions of people around the planet are still working and having fun in an orderly manner.

System 2d14: "3, 2, 1... Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

But nothing happened.

The world is joyful and peaceful, just like usual.

After a moment, the black-haired boy asked: "Is the time up?"

System 2d14 cried with joy: "Ahhhh! The host has not come to the end of the world, that's great! It must be that the tasker named Little Cat made a wrong prediction! I was scared to death just now, luckily nothing happened!"

But there was no smile on the black-haired boy's face. Little Cat's predictions are never wrong, and the definition of world destruction is: the moment when all humans on the planet die. Suddenly, an idea crossed the boy's mind... He turned around and looked at the crowds of people laughing and talking on the streets, and felt a chill.

System 2d14 was still immersed in joy, and asked in a brisk tone: "Host! Can we go home now? Do you need me to build a teleportation array now?"

The black-haired boy: "No, maybe my mission has just begun."

System 2d14: "Ah?"

After that, the boy no longer paid attention to the system's nagging, but concentrated on adjusting his mood, pretending that nothing had happened, and walked back to the hotel quickly. Arriving at the hotel lobby, he walked to the front desk and said to the smiling service staff: "Send a bottle of champagne to my room in 20 minutes."

"Okay, sir." The front desk replied.

The black-haired boy nodded and walked back to his room, observing the time when the waiters changed shifts and the distribution of cameras in the hotel with his hidden black silk. Then the boy found out with some anxiety that Happy Planet was really a highly developed world. Not only were the public areas in the hotel monitored without blind spots, but so were the streets and alleys of the entire city. If he made the slightest movement, the police would be called within 5 minutes.

The hotel staff would check on the staff every 30 minutes, so he had almost no chance to do anything. So the black-haired boy played with the champagne bottle that had just been delivered, thinking about countermeasures. If he wanted to conduct a "human experiment", would he have to choose between the two options of breaking into a house and killing people and abducting passers-by?

Time passed by minute by minute, and when night fell, the black-haired boy was still cautious and did not take action, calculating the bad consequences of taking risks. Finally, he made up his mind. Since the main system has assigned him a fake number, doesn't it mean that he is tacitly allowed to do some shameful and illegal things? The picture predicted by the little cat should also indicate that there will be a good result.

So the boy stood up, changed his casual short-sleeved T-shirt, and put on a white shirt and suit pants. The black-haired boy looked in the mirror and was not very satisfied with his image.

The boy looked at himself in the mirror and tried to raise his eyebrows slightly, put on a smile that would make girls blush, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt. The black-haired boy's appearance and temperament were originally that of a quiet, well-behaved and harmless student boy, but with these two small actions, the boy's temperament changed drastically, with a hint of sternness in his delicate features and a little cynicism in his smile.

System 2d14 screamed: "Ahhh! Host, you are so handsome! Are you going on a date?"

The black-haired boy ignored the stupid system that was still in high spirits, and left the hotel room in this appearance, came to the noisy street, and finally strolled into a high-end bar on the street. The boy ordered a glass of expensive ice mist pear wine, leaned lazily against the bar, and casually scanned the crowd dancing to the music. Five minutes later, the black-haired boy locked onto his prey. He ordered another glass of the most expensive 'Sea Blue Starry Sky' and walked towards a girl with light brown hair, holding the glass in one hand.

"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of treating you to a glass of wine?" The black-haired boy's clear voice rang out.

The brown-haired girl, who had been standing beside the dance floor and seemed a little uninterested, seemed to be startled a little. She hurriedly turned to look at the boy, and was dazed by his handsome appearance for a moment. Then she shyly replied,

"Thank you." Then she took the wine glass from the boy's hand a little bit at a loss, "My companion didn't come today, so I didn't go dancing... Oh no, I mean, I wasn't waiting for my boyfriend, my companion is actually a girl..."

The brown-haired girl felt the almost gentle gaze of the black-haired boy, and began to look for a topic nervously, but after she said it, she closed her mouth in annoyance, as if she felt that she had just said something stupid and meaningless.

The black-haired boy looked at the girl who was so nervous that she was a little incoherent, and said something considerately to break the awkward atmosphere that was about to brew between the two of them: "My name is Elliot, the color of this glass of wine is very similar to your eyes, don't you think?"

"Hi, my name is Britney," the brown-haired girl looked at the cup of dark blue liquid in her hand with a dazzling effect like the starry sky, and finally found her voice, "Really? No one has ever complimented the color of my eyes before."

The black-haired boy smiled at the girl: "Your eyes are very beautiful, I am telling the truth."

System 2d14: "Ahhh! Host, are you teasing an underage girl?"

The brown-haired girl looked at the boy's smile and felt a little hot on her face. She knew she was very beautiful, but because of her shyness and slightly conservative nature, she was always not very conspicuous in front of boys, and she would always be overshadowed by other enthusiastic and cheerful girls. This was the first time she was approached by such a handsome boy.

The black-haired boy looked at the girl in front of him with a slightly red face and didn't know how to respond. He continued to speak considerately: "Don't you come here often? I mean, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't stay at home or school all the time. Have you seen the night view of the dazzling pedestrian street? How about I take you to see it today?"

"I, I don't know..." The brown-haired girl was surprised and nervous when she was invited by the opposite sex for the first time. "I've never been home after 9 pm before."

After she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful, fearing that the other party would take this sentence as a rejection, and quickly added: "But today I was originally going out to play with my best friend Lucy, and I have already told my parents that I will be back later."

"Don't worry, I will personally take you home after watching the night view." The black-haired boy said, and stretched out his hand and made an elegant invitation gesture.

"Okay, okay." The brown-haired girl carefully took the black-haired boy's slightly cold hand and walked out of the bar together.

The two of them were walking on the noisy pedestrian street. The black-haired boy was very caring towards the girl. When there were many pedestrians, he would quietly lean forward half his body to protect the girl with his shoulders and arms to prevent her from being bumped by others. The girl had no intention of looking at the night scene around her, but was completely focused on the boy beside her. The black-haired boy's appearance and dress were like walking hormones on the crowded street, attracting the attention of the girls around him.

Lucy felt the envious eyes of the passers-by around her, and then secretly looked at the handsome profile of the boy who was close to her, and the caring eyes he cast at her from time to time. Lucy knew she had fallen into the quagmire of love. Even though she had only known him for an hour, the boy's voice, appearance and smile made her, a Cinderella, dare not even dream of the prince charming before. Now he was really dating her.

The girl's infatuation reached its peak after the boy bought her a bright red rose on the street!

"Lucy, this is for you!" The black-haired boy slightly distanced himself from the girl to make his action look more formal.

The girl reached out to take the flower in a daze brought by surprise: "Thank you, Elliot, I really like it."

The black-haired boy took the girl's shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Come to my place tonight."

The brown-haired girl was startled by this almost straightforward invitation, her heart began to beat wildly, and there was a hint of loss besides excitement. This boy who was hugging her gently must be a veteran in the love field, who knows how many girls' hearts he has won. But Lucy really didn't want to give up, and she couldn't say no.

"Hmm? Okay?" The black-haired boy combed the girl's hair on her face with his hands and asked softly.

Lucy could feel the boy's breath brushing against her cheek, and replied in a mysterious way:

"Okay."

So the black-haired boy took the brown-haired girl all the way back to the hotel. When they passed the front desk, the waiter was no longer surprised by this situation. Young people... But this boy is so handsome! No wonder he can date such a beautiful girl.

The boy took the still nervous brown-haired girl to the outside of the room and first opened the door with the room card and turned on the ceiling light in the lobby. He smiled and said, "Lucy, come in."

The brown-haired girl was about to fall into this sweet and dangerous smile. She gritted her teeth and threw away her hesitation, and walked into the room in a daze.

In the black-haired boy's mind, 2d14 shouted in surprise: "Host, you are only 3 years old! You are not going to do something that is not suitable for children!"

When the girl walked into the room and the black-haired boy closed the door with his back to her, the smile on the boy's face disappeared, leaving only a cold chill, and he replied softly:

"It is indeed not suitable for children."