Meng Yi's old face darkened, and he said irritably, "Hurry up and put your clothes on!"
Luckily, he had not installed any useless parts in Psionic Familiar Queen, and had compressed her body proportions by a ratio of 10:1. Otherwise, the scene would have been far too strange.
"Oh."
Red Queen shot Meng Yi a glance, puffed out her cheeks, and replied unhappily.
Then, imitating the viral Mimicry derivative Meng Yi had used, she made herself a beautiful black-and-red Gothic Dress.
Little Red lifted her feet, and a rather stylish pair of round shoes finished forming.
Red Queen struck a smug pose with one hand on her hip, leaned forward, and pointed at her cheek with the index finger of her right hand. Smiling sweetly, she asked, "Director, do I look pretty?"
"Shut up."
"Connecting to the Memory Palace. Storing the Baiology backup."
Meng Straight Man replied indifferently as black-and-red threads spread out and connected with Red Queen's finger.
The materials composing their bodies came from the same source, so there was no incompatibility between their components during the exchange of information.
However, every cell in Meng Yi's body had incorporated his own will. He could perform Blood Rebirth and possessed the Biochemical System Power skill tree, giving him extraordinary combat strength.
Red Queen's cells, meanwhile, were planned and coordinated by Red Queen herself. She had invested all her abilities into auxiliary calculations and storage, and her computing power alone was currently greater than Meng Yi's.
That was the difference between a comprehensive type and a specialized type. After all, Meng Yi had created Psionic Familiar Queen to Complete Shortcomings and assist with scientific research. He had never expected Red Queen to participate in battle.
Of course, if necessary, he could create a familiar specialized in combat without wasting time.
The Great Will and Twelve Apostles?
That sounded pretty good.
After a long while, Meng Yi and Red Queen finished their Information Sharing.
"Evolution Paradise," "Derivative Worldview," "Warhammer Universe"...
Little Red stared in astonishment and sighed, "Director, it's incredible that you've managed to survive until now."
Meng Yi fell silent. He could not refute that, nor did he want to.
"You can play by yourself. I'm going to sleep."
He refused Little Red's invitation to chat.
Meng Yi withdrew the spreading black-and-red vein-like strands. His lab coat changed back into a long-tailed trench coat. Then he dug a folding bed out of a corner of the private room and assembled it in a few quick motions.
He dimmed the dome's lighting, lay down on the folding bed, and closed his eyes.
He had gone far, far too long without proper rest.
In the Selection Dungeon, he had cultivated day and night, twenty-four hours a day. Even thirty days combined had not amounted to much rest.
He had kept Psionic Power and Microscopic Domain Interference active almost every moment for research, combat...
He had endured the transformation pain of Longevity Type 1 Veronica, Longevity · Type II · Ouroboros, and Longevity Type 3 Viral Progenitor, and initially cured Firefly's Entropy Loss Syndrome...
He had altered the minds of Umbrella Corporation employees and the minds of Blackwatch members...
He had pondered the Artificial Intelligence era, Blackwatch, and the Great Nirvana Plan...
After returning to Evolution Paradise to learn about its various functions, he had rushed nonstop to the Omnipotent Enhancement Zone to experiment with the Omnipotent Domain, then digested and absorbed the Super he had bought at great cost...
He had transformed the Life Form of Artificial Intelligence Queen and created Psionic Familiar Queen...
A little over a month of experience had been richer than a year in the Warhammer Cesspool.
Meng Yi's tightly strung mind relaxed slightly, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Little Red, who had suffered cold violence, let out an angry "hmph."
Her eyes, as gorgeous as pure rubies, blinked repeatedly as she sighed with an air of precocious exasperation.
"Hey, if I weren't around, this household would fall apart sooner or later!"
Red Queen waved her little hand. Viral cells constructed a black-and-red parasol. She opened it and broke into a run.
"Woohoo~ I'm flying~~"
Red Queen, no bigger than an adult's palm, leapt off the experimental platform. The sturdy parasol slowed her descent, while jets emerging from its canopy carried her toward the folding bed nearby.
"Paratrooper No.1 Queen, safe landing!"
"Huh? What a strange way of saying that. What exactly is in the Director's memories?"
The open parasol folded shut. Red Queen landed on Meng Yi's chest and bounced up and down, laughing with the wild abandon of a queen.
"What Director? What White Devil? What Meng Yi? Aren't you all beneath this lady's feet now?"
"I, Red Queen, am the strongest!"
After entertaining herself for a while, Little Red lost interest. She sat cross-legged on Meng Yi's chest, leaned her back against his chin, found a relatively comfortable angle, and listened to his rhythmic breathing.
The sense of "security" that Artificial Intelligence absolutely could not provide made Red Queen unconsciously place her little hands over her heart.
"Strange. What a strange feeling. Is this 'life'? Is this what it means to be 'alive'?"
Little Red scratched her smooth, silky black hair and said in an odd, playful tone, "Oh no! Red Queen is growing a brain!"
"Hey."
"The Director is asleep, so I'll sleep too. Sleeping like humans should feel pretty nice, right?"
Red Queen grabbed Meng Yi's collar. With the corresponding authority and their viral structures sharing the same source, she altered the trench coat's outer form, turning it into two blankets, one large and one small.
She rose and covered the Director with the larger blanket.
Red Queen found a spot pressed tightly against Meng Yi in a gap of the narrow folding bed, covered herself with her little blanket, and yawned. "Then, Director, good night~"
In the blink of an eye, three days and three nights passed.
Having returned to a normal human sleep schedule, Meng Yi relaxed and balanced work with rest.
While immersing himself in research in his private room—the laboratory—he also visited the Free Trade Zone to broaden his horizons.
When he was tired or sleepy, he slept and rested. When he was hungry or thirsty, he drank the remaining high-concentration nutrients with Red Queen.
Little Red wrinkled her little face, pinched her nose, and lifted a test tube to pour concentrated nutrients into her mouth.
After gulping it down, she burped and complained irritably, "Nutrients taste awful. I'm practically going to throw up!"
"Director, can't we eat something humans are actually supposed to eat?"
Meng Yi summoned his Personal Panel and pointed at the Wealth Bar. "No money."
"I spent it all creating you. My wallet is cleaner than my face now."
"Eat as much of the nutrients as you can while we still have them. In a few days, we're going back to my hometown. The two of us will have to eat expired nutrient paste and dead rat meat contaminated with viruses, radiation, bacteria, and pollution."
"What!!!!!"
Hearing this, Little Red felt utterly devastated. Her hair stood on end as she cried, "Waaah! Director! You're so mean! So mean! Is there any justice left? Is there any law left?!"
"How can a master treat an underage employee like this?!"
"Making me work is one thing, and I don't even mind not getting paid. But you don't even provide the basic food and lodging! You're a black-hearted, evil capitalist who ought to be hung from a lamppost!"
Busy with his work, Meng Yi pointed toward the door and said casually, "Why don't you go outside and beg for money to fund my experiments? Or run away from home and find a wealthy master."
Red Queen tilted her little head and huffed angrily, "No, no, no! Why should I? I refuse!"
"It's just concentrated nutrients, isn't it? If I eat one more mouthful, you'll have one less mouthful. I'll starve you to death, you rotten guy!"
With Little Red joking and fooling around, Meng Yi's uneventful daily life gained a few strokes of vivid color.
[Prompt: Current stay time in Evolution Paradise: 0. Returning to the original Worldview soon.]
[Prompt: Time until the next dungeon mission begins: 30 days.]
"Red Queen, it's time to go back."
"Yes, Director."
Little Red came running over with a patter of footsteps and hugged Meng Yi's right hand. Her humanoid body melted into his palm, transforming into a black-and-red glove.
Before leaving, Meng Yi checked his Personal Panel.
[Player Nickname: White Devil (Meng Yi) Player Level: Lv5 (First Rank) Hidden Permission: Fifth Rank Title: S-Rank Foundation Life Value: 100%, Recovery Speed: 0–100% per hour Mana Value: 100%, Recovery Speed: 9.0% per hour Mental Strength: C+ Body Strength: D++ (Blood Rebirth, Extended Lifespan, Movement at Five Times the Speed of Sound) Energy Strength: None Fundamental System: C+ Rank Psionic Power (Mind System and Biochemical System developed; further expansion possible...) Active Skills: Psionic Power System Skill Tree (Expandable), Psionic Power System Skill Tree (Expandable) Passive Skills: ① Memory Palace; ② "Baiology"; ③ "Cell-Level Precision Domain Interference" Equipment: None Familiar: Psionic Lifeform Queen Storage Space: 2 cubic meters (Can be expanded with Paradise Coins) Remaining Wealth: None Overall Evaluation: C ("Essence" and "spirit" are relatively balanced, but "energy" is still lacking. With reasonable use of his abilities, he can destroy conventional Surface Civilization and reshape the Surface Ecosystem.)]
There had been no immediate, earth-shaking improvement, but Meng Yi's foundation had become much sturdier. He was worlds apart from how he had been before entering the Selection Dungeon.
It was not yet time to expand the Warhammer Worldview. The years after 40K were a tangled mess, with all kinds of gods and monsters returning to the stage. The current protagonist could not defeat any of them.
The new dungeon would open tomorrow: Demon Slayer. His goal was to unlock the Age of Innate Abilities skill tree and undergo a transformation.
The readers' adoptive fathers had also seen the Selection Dungeon World. I would not write it as a rigid, routine story that simply followed the plot, repeating the same old patterns.
The point was to break convention, at most borrowing from the original Worldview and ensuring that everyone got a completely new version they had never seen before.
Guess who will appear in the next world?
Player 1, Lv4 (Completed 1 dungeon)
Prompt: As long as it's alive, even if it's a god, I'll kill it for you to see!
Player 2, Lv3 (Completed 1 dungeon)
Prompt: Keywords genetic engineering, sniper.
Player 3, Lv5 (Completed 1 dungeon)
Prompt: Keywords, Second Miss, death point, destruction, crazy.
Player 4, Lv5 (Completed 1 dungeon)
Meng Yi: Damn! The Law of Causality? Conceptual kills? Instant death the moment I show my head? No, I'm going to become Voldemort!
Kibutsuji Muzan: Shit! Running into a bunch of Living Yamas like you, I really am doomed! I should have been cut down by Tsugikuni Yoriichi back then!
Sakura Country: Thanks for asking, but we've been destroyed. The cherry blossoms of our homeland have withered.
Dragons do not dwell with snakes. Evolution Paradise offered an extremely high degree of freedom, selecting high-quality players to communicate and clash with one another, broadening their horizons.
Plot preview: Ghost King Protection Association; Ghost Sweatshop; Age of Innate Abilities; Twelve Lunar Phase Familiars; Raging Cultured Man Meng Yi vs. Crazy Second Miss; Mount Fuji erupts; Sakura Submerged in Pacific...
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