Chapter 1 (1/2)

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Although Lao Da [1] has been a lowly system for many years, he has never failed a single time. As long as the task was pa.s.sed into his hands, nothing couldn't be accomplished. Furthermore, the results he produced were all incomparably ideal.

The new systems — young and naive — would always approach this mogul to inquire about his key to success. And every single time, just like the prior generations that perished on the sandy shoals, they would be answered in the same way.

”Basically, it's the insight you have when choosing.” Deeply inhaling a mouthful of cigar, Lao Da spoke in this manner. With eyes that seemed like they had seen everything, he observed everything before him. However, there wasn't anything empowering about the knowledge, that shone like little stars, in his eyes.

One batch by one batch, the little systems fell. Yet, with a mature and vicissitudes appearance, that system still stayed the same. Maintaining his undefeated record, holding a cheap cigar, seeing many younger generations, older generations in a pa.s.sing. Like that, he lived till he gained the appearance of an old one.

In the System s.p.a.ce, Lao Da stayed within an independant s.p.a.ce-time continuum. He knew that in order to manage each location better, the higher immortals worked out a special plan: They would settle matters that was neither big nor small.

It didn't look like a small job this time. With an expressionless face, Lao Da gazed at the little immortal hurrying to pa.s.s on a message to him. He exhaled a mouthful of dense smoke. ”What's the task?”

Even if the deity had been somewhat nervous — although it was unlikely for him to go hysterical however — he calmed down rapidly upon seeing him. ”Recently, many worlds have been sinking into chaos. The Destined Child originally meant to reach the pinnacle of life, was instkilled by the villain in the end. The entire plot has diverged away from its intended path. And as several of the rules were broken in a short time, a small world has become unstable. Severely. It may be to the extent where the collapse of that small world is likely.

”So, my task is to a.s.sist the Destined Child?” The entire time, Lao Da's expression didn't change. From start to end, he was merely sucking on his cheap cigar.

”No, it's to kill that Villain.”

Lao Da shot a sideway glance at the little immortal. He spoke, ”For what reason are we resorting to such a fierce method? Is the Villain not a part of the cause-and-effect too? Is no one worried that the order would be upset if I was to get rid of him?”

”The higher-ups will take care of it.” The little immortal was unable to endure it. After all, in the end, systems were merely the creation of the immortals in the world above. Even when compared to those immortals, who practiced Taoism and reached the highest state of spiritual enlightenment, their status were still lower by a large margin. Where did such qualifications for him to run his mouth come from?

Lao Da remained silent, simply spitting out a mouthful of thick smoke at the little immortal instead. He watched as the other party choked, glistening tears forming in their eyes. For a few spa.r.s.e moments, he enjoyed the sight, before he left. It wasn't worthwhile for him to get agitated over a message. It wasn't a rare occurrence for systems to be looked down upon, in fact, it had been going on for quite some time. Furthermore, as long as they continued to be seen as a dispensable creation, it would never stop.

A seemingly endless white road extended down in a spiral, bright stars adorning its gloomy surroundings. Moreover, the more the road descended down, the more the light grew dimmer. This was a road that all dead souls would inevitably walk along. And this was also the place where every system would choose their Host.

Generally, the way Lao Da chooses his Host, it would always be at a random. There wasn't any exception this time. Jumping down from the first layer, he counted to six silently before stopping on the layer he fell to.

In front of him, there was a youth, who was excessively pale to the extent he looked pure white. Due to the immorality, filth and corruption in the mortal world, souls hailing from said place would be stained in various of different colours. This would cause the transparent souls to look more solid. But this… this pure white was simply too much.

”Who are you?” The little youth asked as he extended his hand, intending to touch the seemingly-invisible being.

”I am a system. And from now on, you are my Host.” The youth knitted his tiny brows together as he thought deeply. However, as he was unable to find any clue about this being in his blank memory, he could only nod his head hesitantly.

This was really like kidnapping a child. For the first time ever, Lao Da doubted his decision. Would this child that seemed so foolish, really be able to complete the task? Lao Da looked down on this small and weak soul.

”Hey, take me with you.” The youth spoke, tugging at the void in the air, his eyes glistening with hope.

Perhaps it was due to the shock that the youth was able to touch his body, or perhaps it was because he was moved by the radiance in the youth's eyes, Lao Da didn't know. However, he still waved his hand and brought the youth away.

The empty s.p.a.ce, which appeared after the youth left, was quickly filled up by another soul. The troops continue to advance, never ceasing nor breaking.

Bringing him into his dimension, Lao Da scrutinized the youth before him. He's too young, accelerating his growth and maturing would be required. His intelligence wasn't too bad. His appearance could also be counted as pa.s.sable—it was unlikely that Lao Da would ever admit he was nearly fascinated by said appearance the first time he saw it.

After realising that the hand holding him had disappeared, the youth looked back anxiously. He discovered a fluffy ball staring at him with a solemn expression, and his heart was instantly cured.

The youth went forward and embraced the small ball. Snow white fur slid across his delicate skin, causing him to let out a peal of gentle laughter.

”What are you giggling at?” The dumpling used a small, stubby hand and jabbed at his forehead ruthlessly. It was at this moment, that he realised with a start, that his appearance had changed. Pulling out a small mirror from within his pocket, he appraised his reflection.

After that, the loud sound of breaking gla.s.s could be heard. Why was it this kind of appearance? The system's appearance would be determined by the Host's interest. All the previous Hosts would a mature personality due to Lao Da. They would imagine a deep and sonorous voice, along with a relatively powerful body for him.

A muscled and burly man he could tolerate. But this ball was seriously excessively soft. Lao Da despised these small and weak organisms the most.