As a dedicated system, 615 had no choice but to bravely sacrifice itself to keep its host from being killed.
After all, it was only a mass of data. If it died, perhaps it could be compiled again. But if its host died, he would be gone for good, with no chance of coming back to life.
And so, System 615 merged with the Virus System and blocked the terrifyingly powerful killing intent unleashed by the Heavenly Dao contract.
It had thought it would perish then and there, with no hope of survival. Before dying, it had even found itself thinking, If I can come back to life, I want to be human.
Even at the moment it vanished completely from its host's mind, it still clung to the wish of returning to his side as a human.
Everything was a blur.
After who knew how many years, System 615 gradually regained self-awareness, but it could not remember many things. Who had created it, for instance? And what was the purpose of its existence?
As System 615 kept updating itself, retaining the best of its data and discarding the rest, it slowly came to a deeper understanding of all these things.
It remembered that it had a very special host. Although he did not have the best temperament, when it was by his side, it practically wanted to be both his father and his mother.
It had met other hosts, but only that one had left a lasting impression. So after regaining self-awareness, it desperately wanted to see him again.
One day, a very long time later, it finally did-and in the body of a human child, no less.
As it turned out, although it had regained self-awareness, it could not leave the Main Hall. It had suffered such severe