Anything at All?

Wuma Xiu bent his finger and tapped Su Qingci on the head with just enough force to make the black-haired head feel a pain, but not enough to actually hurt.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a shielding device appeared out of thin air on the ground, surrounded by a bright, high-end special effect. The quality of that light effect alone set it apart from ordinary devices.

Su Qingci covered the bump on his head, glancing at the ground as he did so. He recognized him in just one glance.

--A God-Level Shielding Device.

The top-tier item in the System Shop —isn't that the same Advanced Shielding Device I recommended buying last time?

Remember to keep this on from now on.

Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand; he didn't want his mind to be filled with melodramatic plots all the time.

The idea of a "hero rescuing a damsel in distress and then repaying her with his body" makes my temples throb just thinking about it.

Su Qingci rubbed her head and got up from the ground. She picked up the jammer and flipped it over, seeing an electronic bill pasted on the back. A line of small print was clearly printed on it.

[Paid, Payment Account: Su Qingci]

He paused for a moment, opened his System Panel, and flipped to the energy balance section.

It's much less, really much less.

"Ah, no—host, how... how could you spend my System Energy?"

None of the hosts Su Qingci had previously bound to could do that.

But how did his host manage to do that? Just a casual swipe and the energy in his account was transferred away?

"So what if I want to use it? Any objections?"

Wuma Xiu's lips curled up into a very faint smile.

That smile, when it fell on Su Qingci's face, sent a chill down her spine, from her scalp to the soles of her feet, as if to say, "If you have a problem with that, I'll kill you."

He shook his head repeatedly, so fast that his head almost left afterimages.

No, no, no!

He wouldn't dare have any objections. If he did, that Abandoned Planet that was cleaved in two by a single sword strike would probably be his fate.

He swallowed hard.

I have to say, this host is ridiculously strong. The hosts he bound to before, those so-called chosen ones or chosen ones of the plane, are all like little karaomis in front of this one.

But then again, even though his thoughts were heard, why is his host so disgusted?

Su Qingci rubbed the bump on her head and suddenly remembered something.

He could also hear the thoughts of the hosts he had previously bound to.

Various kinds.

Some were sincere, some were hypocritical, some were clingy, and some gave him goosebumps...

He seemed quite annoyed at that time.

Forehead...

Okay~_~.

"And also," Wuma Xiu looked the black-haired, blue-eyed boy up and down, "Should I continue calling you 'Commander,' or what should I call you?"

To be honest, he's really not used to this human form at all.

In the past, the matchbox would occasionally pop out and chatter a few words, but he could easily slap it back in, which was very convenient.

Now, things are much better. They've been given a limited-edition skin, with arms, legs, and expressions, and they even know how to cling to powerful figures. Their presence is now on a completely different level.

Su Qingci to her feet.

He grabbed the teapot from the coffee table, tilted his wrist, and poured the tea into Wuma Xiu's teacup.

After pouring the tea, he held the teapot with both hands, bowed slightly, and his icy blue eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.

"Host, anything is fine? Could it be called...?"

I suggest you think it through before you speak.

Wuma Xiu took the teacup, interrupting the other person.

He realized something: the other person wasn't so afraid of him anymore, but was still having a wild goose chase in their head.

Su Qingci felt a chill run down her spine from that gaze, and the address she was about to say lingered on her tongue before she swallowed it back.

He lowered his head, his earlier eagerness subsiding somewhat, and his tone became more respectful:

"Then call me 'Qingci'."

"Good."

Wuma Xiu responded, making a mental note of the name. He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and shifted his gaze from Su Qingci to the television set in front of him that was playing silently.

Su Qingci leaned back against the soft Sofa, sinking into the cloud-like cushions, so comfortable that he didn't want to move a finger. He turned his head and glanced at his host next to him, who was holding a cup of red tea, before his gaze fell on the ultra-high-definition large-screen TV in front of him.

He looked over as well.

The television broadcast is about a recent, egregious incident that has caused a huge uproar in the System Realm.

The scenes changed rapidly, first showing the ruins of several collapsed small worlds, followed by a series of victim system file numbers.

It tells the story of a notoriously ruthless figure in the System Realm.

None of the hosts bound to this system lasted more than a year. According to reliable statistics, over the past thousand years, without exception, all the hosts who signed contracts with him broke free midway.

Later, he simply stopped binding himself to a host and took matters into his own hands. One small world after another collapsed and disintegrated in his hands, each time ending in a devastating disaster.

To deal with this hot potato, the Main System specifically transferred him to a supposedly most robust high-dimensional world and tailored a task so difficult it was almost impossible to complete.

Logically, things should have calmed down by now.

Unfortunately, not long ago, even that supposedly most secure world exploded. A blurry surveillance screenshot popped up on the screen, and a figure could be vaguely seen amidst the ruins.

You can't see their face clearly, only a pair of cold, chilling eyes.

Later, the Main System shut down the other party's "blacklist" and reportedly even made the system "work on a sewing machine," euphemistically called "purifying the soul."

On the right side of the video is a large photo with the face obscured, only a head of dark red hair is visible.

The name of this brutal system was highlighted in red and displayed prominently at the top center of the screen.

Su Qingci's gaze fell on the two bright red characters.

--Wen Mu.

He blinked, then blinked again.

Um, this name... could it be the one mentioned in that secondhand sales system before?

"You know her?" Wuma Xiu glanced at Su Qingci out of the corner of his eye and caught the fleeting surprise in her eyes before asking.

Su Qingci his head, then shook his head again, his black hair swaying from side to side with his movements, just like a rattle drum.

"I don't recognize him. But that hair color does remind me of a guy I met before."

"But it shouldn't be it."

When he first met that little guy, it was just a small, dark red ball of light, unable to even afford a decent humanoid skin. It was constantly being bossed around by its host and bullied until it cowered in a corner, trembling with fear.

How could that pitiful little thing and the ruthless system on the screen, which the Main System classifies as a high-risk entity, possibly be the same system?