The System's Secret

Hello everyone, first of all, I have a huge secret to tell you.

The host has been tricked.

As a system whose wallet is gradually getting fatter, I certainly won't just sit quietly in a corner of my consciousness counting my energy.

The host thought that after I deleted my "life" last time...

So, am I just going to do whatever I want?

Wrong, completely wrong!

In an ordinary family, husbands might secretly save money without their wives' knowledge.

With such a close relationship with my host, how could I not keep some "secret books" hidden away?

A cunning rabbit has three burrows.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

These are all valuable lessons I learned from previous hosts.

So, I think you clever folks already know the answer by now.

Yes, you're right.

I also have an encrypted Private System Space.

Let alone its own host, even if I wanted to get in, I'd have to obediently enter the password.

This Private System Space is filled with many things that its host cannot see.

Of course, we can't let everyone see it.

These treasures are the reason why I've been feeling so invisible lately.

Because I am either so deeply immersed in it that I can't extricate myself, or I channel my grief and indignation into power and write millions of words.

A quiet environment always sparks a burst of inspiration in my mind.

Thus, many groundbreaking works were created, works worthy of being recorded in historical annals.

Unfortunately, these works are destined not to be appreciated by everyone.

But it's okay, I can see it myself.

But recently, I decided to stop "working behind closed doors".

Because if I stay closed any longer, I'll miss many scenes that will haunt my life forever.

The host is up to something.

I decided to step out of my Private System Space and become a legitimate audience member.

"Click-click--click-click--"

What is that sound?

Of course, it was the sound of me frantically pressing the shutter button.

The system held up a camera, its lens pointed at the God of Wine version of its host who was pretending to tremble, and pressed the shutter so hard it almost sparked.

Hehehe, I didn't expect the God of Wine version of the host to be so cute.

And the way her nose was red when she wiped away her tears just now.

Shouldn't we take more pictures?

Every frame is a rare find, every expression a collector's item; missing even one would be a betrayal of its entirety.

The system retrieved the photo that had just been ejected from the camera and shook it with satisfaction.

It bought this camera using its own System Energy.

Don't be fooled by its retro-style instant camera appearance.

It actually has all the parameters of a professional-grade ultra-high-definition camera, and also comes with a portable function that allows you to shoot and get results instantly.

A mere 10,000 energy points is nothing to worry about.

The system's coffers are now overflowing, so this little expense doesn't even make them flinch.

However, if it were in the past, he wouldn't even bat an eye; he would simply wave his hand and buy a hundred or so without a second thought.

At that time, they will take beautiful photos of their host from all angles, including up, down, left, right, front, and back.

However, for now, it should still be saving money where it needs to be.

So, I only bought one.

The system looked down at the photo it had just taken.

In the photo, the host is hugging a pillow, with red eyes.

This is practically a perfect close-up of a pitiful little guy being bullied.

The system carefully stored the photos in its encrypted Private System Space, placing them alongside the collection of groundbreaking works that the host could not see.

It decided that once its host achieved great success, these photos would be its most precious memoir.

Of course, this is all predicated on the host never knowing of their existence.

Otherwise, not only its treasures, but even it might be turned to dust by its own host.

"Achoo--"

Wuma Xiu rubbed his nose and shrank further under the covers.

A chill ran down my spine just now; someone must be talking about him.

"Xiaojiu, why are you sneezing? Do you have a cold?"

Qin Jiu's gentle voice rang out.

Before Wuma Xiu could answer, a cool hand covered his forehead.

Qin Jiu knelt by the bed, touched Wuma Xiu's forehead with the back of her hand, and then touched her own forehead with the other hand.

"It's not hot, so it's not a fever. Could it be that you kicked off the covers last night and caught a cold?"

Qin Jiu withdrew his hand, coughed lightly twice, and a faint hint of annoyance appeared on his pale face. He wrapped his coat tighter around his shoulders and moved a few steps closer to the bed.

"If I weren't worried about passing on my illness to you, I'd like you to sleep with me. That way, if you kick off the covers at night, I can immediately notice and cover you up right away. You won't be left alone huddled up and catch a cold."

After saying that, he turned his head away and let out another suppressed cough.

After coughing, Qin Jiu stood up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed, and walked to the cabin door.

There was a display screen embedded in the wall, which was used as a pager to contact Old Chen and Old Li.

Just as he was about to press down, Wuma Xiu grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind.

"No need, I'm fine. Someone was just talking about me."

Wuma Xiu shook his head and loosened his grip.

He absolutely doesn't want to see Old Chen and Old Li right now.

He feared that he might lose his temper and blow the two Space Pirates and their ship to smithereens.

That won't do.

"Xiaojiu, you must always... take care of your health, and don't take advantage of your young age to do reckless things."

Qin Jiu sat down again on the edge of the bed. His breathing was a little unsteady as he spoke, his words breaking into two parts, interspersed with two low coughs, but a gentle smile remained on his pale face.

"Otherwise, you'll end up like me, panting after just a few steps, collapsing at the slightest breeze."

Qin Jiu's body was gradually reduced to this state by her own actions.

At first it was just a minor cold that I didn't pay much attention to, but then it turned into a recurring low-grade fever, and later it became this condition where I couldn't even be exposed to the wind.

The family didn't have much money; the little wine they brewed was barely enough to make ends meet, let alone afford proper medical treatment.

Qin Jiu was already thin, and now he was frail and sickly, his large coat hanging loosely over his body.

However, despite his obviously sickly appearance, his features were handsome and refined.

"I won't get sick," Wuma Xiu said.

Let alone getting sick, even if there were a chance that some germ might accidentally get into his body...

He would only offer his silent condolences.

Jun, don't say anything more, just go and be a good boy/girl.

Qin Jiu thought he was just being stubborn, so she didn't argue. She simply smiled silently, her eyes crinkling with a thin mist.

Wuma Xiu tilted his head and looked at him, asking, "Do you want a healthy body?"

He felt he should do something in return for the other person's kindness.

"Yes, of course I want to."

Qin Jiu answered without hesitation.

He couldn't remember what it felt like to run freely for the last time.

The sensation of the wind brushing past his ears, the feeling of panting and feeling refreshed after a run... these things that seemed to have become irreplaceable to him always kept coming back to him.

However, for him now, this is just something to think about. He's not even sure how long he'll live, so how can he expect to be healthy?

"Then, I'll buy you a drink."

Wuma Xiu took the round Wine Gourd from his waist.

His wine is said to be a cure-all; minor ailments are nothing to him, it will make them all disappear after drinking it.

Wuma Xiu, holding his Wine Gourd, stood smiling in front of Qin Jiu's bed, held the gourd's mouth towards him, and said:

"Come on. Drink it quickly, you'll feel better after you finish."