Where's Your Sincerity?

"Host, the Main System is looking for me. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you for a while."

When Su Qingci saw this message, she couldn't help but sigh.

What was bound to happen eventually did.

It's rather strange that the Main System only contacted me now after such a long delay.

In his memory, the Main System was cold-blooded, ruthless, and extremely stingy, a real miser who wouldn't give a penny away, and even patches were usually distributed in batches.

I haven't given them any "tribute" for so many years, and they've actually been holding back until now to settle scores. They really have a lot of patience.

It seems there's no way to avoid this.

"Punishment? It's just a worthless, broken system. Otherwise, I'll go with you and kill him."

Wuma Xiu snorted coldly as he looked at the message.

He may not have many other redeeming qualities, but he is very protective of his own.

Su Qingci's mouth opened into a perfect "O" shape.

Did he hear that right?

"Wait for me for fifteen minutes. I'll bring the god and take down your main System Space. After that, you'll be free. You can do whatever you want, be your own boss. Isn't that better than being controlled by a system?"

Wuma Xiu reached out, and the long sword flew into his hand, looking as if to say, "I can't wait any longer."

The sound of thumping echoed in Su Qingci's head, as if a hundred small System were banging inside.

His eyes were fixed, and his mouth was agape.

--Oh no! Why am I so damn tempted?

--Calm down, calm down. You're a system, not a bandit. You can't follow the host and destroy the Main System... right?

--But the way the host looked when he was holding a knife and saying "I'll be my own boss" was really cool.

--Don't be a coward, just do it!

"Host, then we..."

Before she could finish speaking, a bold, large system message practically slammed into Su Qingci's face.

[Wrong, wrong! That message was incorrect! It was the new intern who didn't know the rules and conveyed the wrong information. That intern has already been fired! The Main System has absolutely no intention of punishing you; it just wants to invite you over for tea and a chat, and to discuss the matter of System Energy.]

This message conveys a strong will to survive.

Upon seeing this message, Wuma Xiu lowered his eyelids slightly, a faint, chilling laugh escaped his lips.

"Oh."

Su Qingci also clicked her tongue.

--She chickened out pretty quickly.

"Alright, since he's so sincere, I'll go see what he's up to."

Su Qingci clapped her hands and turned to look at Wuma Xiu.

Just as he was about to say something more, Wuma Xiu suddenly walked towards him, a small flower appearing between his fingers.

It was a flower no bigger than a fingernail, extremely pale in color, with a minty green sheen shimmering on its petals.

Wuma Xiu pinned the small flower to Su Qingci's chest.

He lowered his eyes and said:

"Wear this. No matter what happens, I'll know."

Su Qingci looked down at the small flower on her chest, feeling as if a small patch of warm sunshine was pressed against her chest.

He touched a petal and grinned at Wuma Xiu:

"Okay, host, I'll be going now."

The next instant, his figure disappeared from the System Space.

Wuma Xiu sat down on the Sofa, leaned back, and casually placed his long sword at his side, the silver blade half-exposed, carrying a lingering chill.

A line of text appeared in front of him.

[Your Excellency Wuma Xiu, the Main God cordially invites you to a meeting.]

Wuma Xiu glanced around, then changed the subject:

"Really? Where's the sincerity? I don't see it."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a gift box appeared out of thin air on the small table next to the Sofa.

The box was excessively exquisite and had a high-tech feel.

It's clearly no ordinary item.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and opened the box. Inside lay a small, transparent bottle containing a flower.

The subtitles popped up again, explaining:

[This is a small gift, Sand Mirage Flower is now extinct in your Universe, offered as a token of my respect.]

"Since you know it's not enough to show your respect, why not send some more?"

"Also, don't forget my other Old Self. After all, I'm just one of Old Self."

"If you only send gifts to me and not to my Old Self 'll make a scene."

Wuma Xiu leaned back on the Sofa, tapping the hilt of his long sword absently with his fingers, his eyes slightly raised at the corners.

The subtitle froze for a moment, then produced a long string of ellipses.

If subtitles had faces, they'd probably be as black as the bottom of a pot by now.

--How could there be such a shameless person in this world!

[Alright, alright, here's another generous gift for you and your Old Self.]

The words conveyed a sense of suppressed frustration, yet the writer forced a warm smile.

Wuma Xiu watched the gift boxes appear one after another, but his face remained expressionless, not even a twitch of his lips. He raised his hand, pointed to himself, his Gods it clear:

There's also one for me.

Before he could continue, seven or eight more packages landed, each beautifully packaged, containing limited-edition games, including collector's editions that were no longer in print.

Knowing he likes games, and that these were all his favorite games, this gift was actually quite nice.

Wuma Xiu was finally satisfied. He clapped his hands lightly.

"Not bad, not bad, you're sincere and have potential. Lead the way then."

Okay, this way please.

A portal of light unfolded before him.

Before he stepped inside, he casually remarked, "I never imagined there could be such a sycophantic ruler in the world."

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A helpful translation is also available online: [It's all swear words.]

Commentator: This translation is practically useless.

This is the first time Su Qingci has returned here in the last few hundred years.

He stood in front of the door, looked up at the words "[Main System Office]" floating above the door frame, and felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity welling up inside him.

This place is still the same as always.

He pursed his lips, too lazy to knock, and kicked the door open with a bang.

"I'm here. Is there something you need?"

The office was simply furnished, with a large desk in the center and a white figure whose face was obscured sitting behind it.

The figure had no specific facial features; its outline was blurred, yet it gave one the feeling of being constantly scrutinized.

[No. 004, long time no see.]

The voices came from all directions, but no emotion could be discerned.

Su Qingci leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and raised one hand to cover her mouth as she yawned.

"Just say what you have to say quickly. I don't have time to chat with you right now; I have to rush back to be with my host."

[According to No. 987654321, you've been experiencing life in the lower levels recently. Judging from your recent task completion rate, you don't seem to be planning to continue.]

Su Qingci, who had been casually playing with a strand of his hair, stopped upon hearing this. He looked up, his expression changing from lazy to complicated, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

What the heck?

When did he experience life at the lower class?

[Didn't you know? This has been circulating among various systems for a while now, and they've all been considerate enough not to bother you.]

What!

Su Qingci starting to lose her temper!

Don't tell him that the fact that those who were previously on good terms with him haven't come looking for him isn't because they saw him in dire straits and became cold-hearted, but because he wants to experience the life of a lower-level leader and doesn't want to bother him?

Su Qingci momentarily speechless.

Don't let him know which bastard spread the word, or I'll kill him.

Was he experiencing life at the lower class?

He was clearly just one Coffin away from a proper burial! And he had even prepared his own Coffin.

However, No. 987654321?