In the intricate tapestry of 365 Missions, where the laws of evolution guide the journey, Little White, proudly bearing the serial number 000001, emerges as a captivating fusion of intelligence and feigned simplicity.
Cloaked in the guise of maturity, Little White artfully conceals its wisdom behind a dance of enigma and absurdity. Amid diverse missions, this intelligent system has a persona laced with silliness.
Under its apparent clumsiness and helpless antics, however, a carefully calculated mystery unfolds, leaving Ye Rong both amused and intrigued.
As the unfolding tapestry lays bare, the once stoic Ye Rong, now adorned with threads of excitement and newfound vivacity, Little White, the ever-watchful system, senses the winds of change. Yet it opts to let the mysteries linger, like an unseen director orchestrating a cosmic play.
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Little White: "Host, host, hahahaha! It's time to choose the vacation world." Little White's anticipation aligns with the revealed facets of Ye Rong.
Ye Rong replies, "Yeah! Yeah! I understand. So, baby White, what kind of world do you want to go to?"
Ye Rong, once an enigma of unyielding intelligence, now greets the prospect of a vacation with an enthusiasm that seems to surprise even Little White.
Her bubbly persona, unfamiliar yet endearing, hints at a transformation shrouded in mystery.
In a dance of apparent excitement, Little White confesses, "My dearest host, let's visit a world with robots or cute beasts so I can have a physical form and assist you more effectively. Please!"
Ye Rong replies, her voice filled with enthusiasm, "Baby Little White, you can choose any world that you like. Just make sure that I can have a relaxed and happy vacation."
Unexpectedly, Little White, usually the harbinger of surprises, finds itself momentarily taken aback by the vibrant energy emanating from Ye Rong.
The once-stoic goddess has unveiled a layer that seems to defy the system's expectations.
Thanking Ye Rong, Little White showers exaggerated praise: "Host, you are the best in the galaxy, the most beautiful and kindest. Your love for me is a fortunate circumstance. I'll find a world with a wealthy, happy family and a beautiful body for you."
Ye Rong, once impervious to flattery, now welcomes it with a gracious smile. The stoic goddess seems to thaw in the face of Little White's playful antics, revealing dimensions untouched by the rigors of her previous missions.
Little White, reveling in its newfound pride, promises to be the best puppy with a "keen" nose, emphasizing its enhanced smelling ability that will serve as a valuable asset in their adventures.
As Ye Rong patiently awaits its decision, the dual nature of the system unfolds-an intricate dance of intelligence and delightful foolishness.
With quiet anticipation, she observes Little White, her eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and trust, as if savoring the unpredictable yet endearing nature of her ever-playful companion.
Suddenly, a dark emptiness envelops Ye Rong's awareness, as if shadows surround her. It's quiet, except for a distant heartbeat that slowly disappears.
As she drifts away, faint whispers suggest mysterious things happening beyond her understanding. It feels like she's wandering through a dream where time doesn't quite make sense.
(Host! Host!...) A voice echoes in a tone filled with worry. (Host! Sobbing with sniffles, please wake up.) Little White's plea resonates with genuine concern, its usual playfulness replaced by an urgent and anxious demeanor.
The urgency in the voice carries a sincere hint of despair, a genuine expression of concern in the grand theater of Little White's mystery.
Irritated, Ye Rong demands silence, her voice cutting through the echoing void with a stern authority that momentarily quells even the genuine concern in Little White's tones. The darkness seems to hang on her words, creating a brief hush in the cosmic symphony.
After an interval that feels purely sincere, untouched by any theatrical elements, she regains consciousness. In the pitch-black void, she immerses herself in contemplation, unraveling the mysteries that envelop her.
Taking a deep breath, she directs a soft query at Little White: "Little White, what's going on? What happened when you were choosing the vacation world?"
Little White stumbles with a genuine guilty tone, "Host, I failed you. I went to the system network after talking with you. There, I had a brief chat with another system, and then:
Memory recaps:
System 000234: Oh, look at my fantastic new robot! Isn't it a marvel of technology?
System 000001 (Little White): Well, well, 000234, my dear, it's a lovely robot, indeed. But you see, a robot orchestra has surrounded me here. Mountains of them! I could start a robo-band. 😆
System 000234: Oh, don't be a show-off, Little White!
System 000001 (Little White): Listening to 000234's unconfident tone, hahaha... You also have today, hahaha, rolling around, hahaha.
Present time:
Then I accidentally clicked system interference, and we were already at the transmission point; there was nothing I could do, and then here we are. I'm sorry."
Ye Rong, torn between amusement and concern, contemplates the ever-evolving nature of Little White. With a forgiving tone, she allows the mysteries to persist, temporarily buried beneath layers of affection and understanding.
Gently, she inquires about their current situation, unraveling the layers of secrecy that enshroud the world they now find themselves in.
Little White, grateful for forgiveness, reveals, "Host, we're in the world of soul land, inspired by the novel you loved in your No. 034 Mission world about soul beasts and soul masters."
As the revelation unfolds, Ye Rong feels the fabric of reality shift around her, like a delicate dance of unseen forces. The once familiar contours of her consciousness now echo with the laughter of a child-a laughter that seems to transcend time and space.
In this altered state, Ye Rong's awareness settles into the body of a child, a vessel of innocence and wonder. The subtle heartbeat beneath her fingers pulses with the rhythm of newfound curiosity. The world, once viewed through the eyes of a seasoned traveler, now unfolds through the lens of untarnished fascination.
Her limbs, once accustomed to the grace of experience, now embrace the unsteady wobble of a toddler taking its first steps. The world seems larger, both in scope and in the magnitude of the emotions it evokes. Ye Rong's fingers trace patterns in the air, reaching for an understanding that eluded her in this childlike form.
The baby conscience that shares this mental space whispers in giggles, casting echoes of joy that reverberate within Ye Rong's thoughts. It's a symphony of innocence interwoven with the complexities of a mature mind. The child's laughter is infectious, sparking a warmth that melts the icy barriers that defined Ye Rong for so long.
As she gazes into the void around her, the darkness takes on a new hue-a canvas of potential, a playground for discovery. Ye Rong, the once unyielding guardian of intellect, finds herself navigating the uncharted waters of childhood, where every sensation is a revelation.
The baby conscience within her mind bubbles with glee, its laughter echoing through the vastness of this shared space. Its presence, once an enigma, now becomes a companion in this whimsical exploration. Ye Rong's emotions, once meticulously veiled, now dance on the surface-a kaleidoscope of awe, confusion, and a subtle twinge of vulnerability.
With each tentative step in this unfamiliar body, Ye Rong embraces the essence of childhood-a realm where the mundane becomes extraordinary and every discovery is a triumph. The air feels different, charged with the scent of unexplored possibilities.
Continuing to navigate this labyrinth of sensations, a whisper of gratitude emerges-a silent acknowledgment of the beauty nestled within the simplicity of being a child. The layers of mystery that enshrouded her existence are peeled away, revealing the core of humanity that transcends the boundaries of time and experience.
In this shared space of consciousness, Ye Rong's emotional journey becomes a symphony, playing the notes of transformation-a melody that echoes through the corridors of her mind, resonating with the laughter of a child and the echoes of a once stoic goddess now finding solace in the embrace of the gentle night.
'Little White,' Ye Rong's voice cuts through the mysterious void, carrying a note of incredulity: 'why in the vast cosmos am I a mere one-year-old baby?'
Little White sheepishly admits, 'So you wouldn't have to maintain your character design.'
'It will never admit to its host that it harbored a guilty desire to witness her in the form of an utterly adorable baby,' Little White thinks.
The justification, though innocent, leaves Ye Rong contemplating the intricate web of secrets spun by the system-a web woven with threads of intelligence, absurdity, and an unending quest for the warmth of its host's love.
Author's Note:
System 000234: My host bought me a robot. It's beautiful! I'm ecstatic; my host is the best.
System 000001: Looking at 000234's lone robot, then at mountains of robots in front of me, hahaha... rolling around, hahaha... and then, tap tap tap tap,
Mechanical voice: The new world transmission is starting in 3-----2---1. Transmission started; have a safe journey.
Author: Little do they know, in the midst of their banter, a comedy of errors awaits them in the unexplored world-a world where laughter and surprises are the currency of the day. Fasten your seatbelts, readers, for the robo-circus is about to roll into uncharted territory!
[Rozi]
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