My Lord Host, I Was Wrong
Wuma Xiu leaned against the window, flipping through a book in his hand.
His fingertips glided across the pages, occasionally pausing to stare at a particular line for a few moments, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The sunlight from the window fell on his profile, making him look extremely harmless.
But the more relaxed he seemed, the more the system trembled.
It's over, it's over.
The host seemed to have some free time today, and actually picked up a novel at random in Li Xisheng's room.
It was written by him.
At this moment, the system really wanted to slap its own Stickman paws.
Honestly, why did you write so much in the first place?
If I had written less, the host might not have drawn this book.
Oh, no, that's not right.
He forgot that Li Xisheng was an extremely fanatical believer.
It seems that no matter how much or how little it writes, this room ultimately still contains its work.
Hmm, thinking about it that way, it's not entirely its fault.
What's wrong with it? It's just passion.
Besides, if this world were without it, countless people would lose their happiness. And it's alright, it doesn't believe its host can actually uncover its true identity.
The more the system thought about it, the more righteous it became, and the boldness of the entire system grew by more than a little.
Just as it was expanding more and more.
"Sir, come and see if this sentence is well written."
Seeing that the other party showed no remorse, Wuma Xiu pointed to a passage with his finger.
The system's attention was drawn to it as the Stickman figure-shaped head approached.
[Author's Note: Today, XX actually dared to seduce me and even made me delete my life with my own hands. Hehe, XX will never guess that I actually have a private space. It's hidden very deep, so deep that he'll never find it in his entire life.]
The system shuddered violently, as if it had been electrocuted, and shook several times, almost causing the Stickman's arm to fall apart.
It's over.
Only those two words were playing on repeat in its mind, as if someone had put a song on repeat with the volume turned up to the maximum.
He must have been writing in a daze at the time.
Why was this passage included?
No, isn't this publisher even stranger? How could they print this in as well?
[Host, what's wrong with this message?]
The system was incredibly nervous, its tone trembling as if it were driving over an incredibly long speed bump.
Even now, it tries to comfort itself.
It's alright, it's alright, it's just a sentence. Even if the host thought of it, it might just be a coincidence.
Seeing that a certain leader was persistent and wouldn't give up until he hit a brick wall, Wuma Xiu slowly turned to another page.
"I find this passage quite interesting too. Boss, take another look."
The system looked over again.
[... The man named Xi Tong is the most powerful person in the world, and he has no interest in anyone. One day, he suddenly falls in love at first sight with a delicate passerby named Wuma Xiu... and takes her home...]
The system crashed immediately.
Xi Tong, Wuma Xiu.
He must have lost his mind when he wrote this.
Not only did it smoke, it also wrote dozens of extra chapters.
In those side stories, Xi Tong is very domineering, while Wuma Xiu is very weak and is often bullied by Xi Tong until he cries.
He wrote with such gusto, his thoughts flowing freely, and he chuckled to himself as he wrote.
After finishing writing, the system felt incredibly satisfied.
Now, all it wants is to travel back in time, uproot those dozens of extra chapters, burn them to ashes, and never let them be reborn.
The system knelt down with a "thud," raising its two pitifully thin Stickman arms high.
[Host, I... I was wrong.]
The system vowed that it would never use homophones again.
"I'll never use it again in my life," isn't that just admitting defeat?
Stupid, how could it be so stupid?
Wuma Xiu closed the book and chuckled.
"Tong, you really recognize things quickly. I thought you'd try to struggle a bit more."
The system rubbed its hands together, its posture perfectly obsequious.
[Of course. As long as I kneel down quickly and admit my mistakes quickly, the whip won't fall.]
This is something it learned from the experiences of many self-proclaimed seasoned veterans.
Despite thinking this, it felt extremely uneasy at the moment.
Actually, I don't mind you writing these things.
As soon as Wuma Xiu finished speaking, the system's two tiny eyes lit up with a "whoosh," shining like two newly turned-on light bulbs.
What?! The host doesn't mind?! The host actually doesn't mind?!
Can it continue writing then?
Wait, could it be that the host likes it?
Otherwise, why wouldn't they object?
The system made a huge blunder.
Although humans are different from other species, one can still buy a humanoid replica body.
But when the time comes, it will be on top...
Having heard everything, Wuma Xiu slowly added another sentence, interrupting the system's increasingly lewd thoughts.
"But, you know I'm God of Wine, and not God of Wine. If the next person with the pseudonym sees this, do you think they'll stab you to death?"
Wuma Xiu never expected that this leader would actually have some feelings for him.
Could it be that it was written too much, and then people started to identify with it?
The system snapped out of its reverie at the colors and, upon hearing the word "stab," instantly snapped back to reality.
[Host, even if I wanted to delete it now, there's nothing I can do.]
The system is truly at its wit's end.
It considered itself incredibly powerful, but how could it know how many copies of its work had already been printed?
The entire system collapsed into a mess, huddled in a corner, drawing small circles.
It felt that its existence would henceforth be shrouded in an indelible shadow.
Having successfully seen the content he wanted, Wuma Xiu decided to stop teasing Tong.
Sigh, how could I, a kind god, play such a trick on others?
"Tong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have teased you."
The system, which was originally growing mushrooms in a shady corner, suddenly felt a ray of sunlight fall on its head and envelop it.
It looked up, about to say, "Host, you still love me after all," when it heard its host say...
"There's something I need to tell you. Actually, I've always been able to hear what you're thinking. Also, don't buy any Advanced Shielding Device next time, they're useless. Even if you do buy one, remember to mute it. Every time it beeps, it's hard for me to ignore it."
After Wuma Xiu finished speaking, he blocked the system.
He had important business to attend to and didn't want to listen to the system's shouting.
Exclusive unveiling:
Wuma Xiu left, but the system remained completely unaware.
Everything its host had just said made it feel as if the sky were falling and the earth were splitting apart.
"Ah--"
The system let out a scream in its mind.
Its scream was enough to make all other screaming chickens admit defeat and retire on the spot.
Its host's core is black.
Black!
Blacker than ink, darker than the dead of night, darker than the villains it has written about!
They clearly knew all along, they clearly knew everything from the very beginning, but they pretended not to know.
The system felt deeply hurt.
After it finished screaming, the Stickman's eyes became lifeless and blank, its peripheral vision glancing at the Advanced Shielding Device that was running next to it.
The next second, the system raised the Stickman's long legs and kicked the Advanced Shielding Device away.
Just like back then when it kicked its Coffin lid off.
The Advanced Shielding Device tumbled down with a clatter.
Looking at it lying there, the system finally felt a little better.
It crouched down, the Stickman hugging its knees with both hands, shrinking itself into a tiny ball of lines.
Just then, a piece of paper floated down from the sky and landed in front of it.
[Precautions for Advanced Shielding Devices ]
[This jammer cannot block the existence of certain high-level units, such as gods. If you need God-Level Shielding Device, please purchase a separate one. Returns are not supported.]
The system looked at the paper and tore it to shreds.
Bah, those damned profiteers.