Chapter Sixteen: The Lazy Host of the Worthless System

Chapter Sixteen: The Slacker System’s Idle Host

Yun Yang was on the verge of dying from boredom in the system space. Days had passed without any sign of movement from the outside world. All he could do was chat with the utterly uninteresting system every day—life could hardly be more tedious.

Fortunately, the system was always willing to answer his questions, unlike all those flashy, unreliable types. If it claimed to serve its host, it truly did so, without any restrictions.

For example, Yun Yang asked, "How did the Lord of Life die?"

The system replied: The Lord of Life died of old age. Though transcending the universe and rooted within it, after living for too long, the level of life became so high that he required an immense amount of primordial energy. When the universe ran out of energy, both it and the Lord of Life were extinguished together.

The system rattled off a long explanation, but Yun Yang’s mind filtered it down to a single sentence: The Lord of Life lived so long that he ate up everything at home, and then got crushed by the house.

Yun Yang almost wanted to laugh—what a ridiculous fate. Yet, he couldn’t, because someday he himself was supposed to become the Lord of Life.

"The Lord of Life ate himself to death, brought me over to inherit his legacy, and didn’t leave any backup plans?"

For the sake of his own safety, Yun Yang felt compelled to get to the bottom of things.

The system replied in its cold, emotionless electronic voice: "Sorry, Host. There are no records in the system database."

Fine, nothing useful could be learned from the system. He pondered and asked again.

"What does a life-level shift mean?"

System: "Forcibly elevating an object’s life level. Success grants wisdom and abilities; failure results in special abilities."

"And what exactly is a life point?"

System: "The Lord of Life’s remaining primordial power."

"Hmm? You just said ‘remaining’—so how many are there in total?"

Yun Yang caught onto a monumental secret.

The system responded without concern: "There are 8 life points left in the system inventory."

Yun Yang hadn’t expected so few. Shouldn’t there be tens of thousands, or at least a few thousand? How was he supposed to be nudged (tempted) into growth with so little? Such a precious resource, and only a handful left—how could it be enough?

"What is the essence of a fate point?" Yun Yang was determined to uncover the system’s secrets. If the system dared to speak, he dared to listen.

The system replied openly: "Permission password."

"Password? What kind of password?"

"The divine authority password. In terms of this universe, it’s the genetic engine."

Yun Yang fell silent, feeling a bit deflated. He had dreamed of cultivating, meditating, developing followers, establishing a divine nation, and ascending to immortality. Turns out, the Lord of Life was a technological god. Still formidable, but not nearly as satisfying as some mystical cultivation. The technological path required studying, and he had no motivation.

On the mystical side, the true masters could shatter a star system with a single finger, traverse the river of time, annihilate your ancestors—technological gods simply couldn’t compare.

Feeling far less impressive, Yun Yang stopped asking. The system’s glorious aura was gone; other systems always carried their hosts, but this one’s rewards were fixed, with nothing but virtual prizes—passwords!

Enough, really. How could this system carry him? He might have to carry it himself someday.

Meanwhile, Rose was chatting with Angel Yan, gazing at her perched on the windowsill. Angel Yan’s beauty was dazzling, and Rose felt her heart stir. What? Yun Yang? Who’s Yun Yang?

Rose gestured for a photo, listening as Angel Yan critiqued Earth’s air defense systems and steered the conversation toward herself. Rose teased:

"Guardian angel, you’re like a bored, introverted girl waiting for her boyfriend to come home. Normally, nothing special, but you’re discussing national affairs."

"You know what meme this reminds me of?" she continued.

"What?" Yan asked, a hint of curiosity.

"Eating instant noodles, drinking gutter oil, discussing national affairs."

Yan didn’t react, just watched her, and the mood grew awkward. Rose pressed on:

"Reminds me of when I first joined the Super Academy. We’d go shopping together, picking things out carefully. Back then, I liked sporty styles."

She paused, as if recalling something, uncertain how to continue.

"And now?" Angel Yan picked up the thread, her emotional intelligence sharpened by seven millennia of life, instantly seeing Rose’s mood.

"Still like sporty styles," Rose replied, exhaling and shaking her long, exposed legs.

"I remember the first time I met a god—it was a girl named Leina. She’d always boast to us."

Finding Leina’s antics amusing, Rose raised her arms and mimicked Leina’s expression: "I am your goddess! Bow at my feet! Quite the eccentric goddess."

At that, Yan interjected,

"Let’s go find Leina. I just took out a flagship; the Wolfpack won’t dare trouble Yellowstone City for a while."

Rose agreed, stood up, and said,

"Let’s go find Leina."

She slung her pack over her shoulder, and with Yan, set off to search for Queen Leina.

On a highway, a military jeep sped along, broadcasting Leina’s name repeatedly over encrypted communications.

"You don’t need to broadcast again and again. Leina is the easiest to find—the goddess of nuclear fusion," Angel Yan said idly from the passenger seat.

Just then, Rose’s virtual screen showed a nuclear fusion reaction 28 kilometers north, likely their target.

Angel Yan sat up abruptly. "Is it possible it’s a human nuclear bomb?"

"Probably not," Rose replied. She reckoned China wouldn’t detonate a nuke on its own territory.

With the information in hand, they sped toward the location. After about five minutes—don’t ask, there were no traffic police—they arrived at the destination. Only a deep, gaping crater remained, with enough residual radiation to kill an ordinary person.

No mistake, this was the work of the goddess of nuclear fusion, Queen Leina. Two reborn demons had provoked her, and her temper had flared—one disagreement, and a nuclear strike. The title of nuclear fusion goddess was well deserved.

Though they found traces, the target was absent. As Rose and Yan squatted by the crater, pondering what to do, Angel Yan suddenly sensed something.

She signaled Rose to follow her. Angel Yan reached another intersection, where lay a slain reborn demon.

She sighed in genuine admiration: "If the excellence of a civilization were measured by destructive power, Solar Star would rank first."

"Don’t say that. I don’t know who’s right or wrong, but Earth is definitely the victim now," Rose said with frustration. She didn’t understand the standards of those cosmic gods—she just wanted Earth to win the war.

Sunlight detected; target location confirmed.

The black armor’s positioning system suddenly announced.

Guided by the navigation, Rose and Angel Yan arrived at a small park, where a woman sat on a stone bench, her hair tied up and clad in armor reminiscent of Han Dynasty generals, with a vivid red cloak—a living ancient reborn.

Rose was about to ask about her identity, but before she could enter the park, a sonic boom echoed overhead. Two golden-tailed meteors landed, blinding light fading to reveal two figures: one wielding twin whips, the other twin hammers. The whips weren’t soft, but steel—perhaps not steel, but certainly not ordinary.

They blocked the path and shouted,

"Who are you? Don’t harm the general!"

The general behind them spoke,

"Interesting—three came, but only one Earth girl can read the information, and one carries Leina’s memories. You’re Duke Kao’s…"

Ignoring the challenge, Angel Yan replied,

"This must be Solar Star’s guardian, Pan Zhen."

"You know my name?"

"Did I just cross into a cultivation tale?" Rose was bewildered.

"You call these cultivation tales? Is the origin carved on ancestral walls?"

After dismissing his guards, the three began to discuss business.

"I read world-destroying energy in your data, same as Leina," Angel Yan confronted Pan Zhen.

"In your database, is the sun only for world destruction?" Pan Zhen retorted sharply.

As the three stood off, their quarry, Queen Leina, was in distress. She’d been ambushed by the Tidal race; her protector killed by their mecha. Her genetic engine was blocked, even seeded with a Godslayer armor-piercing round. Her vision blurred, leaving her helpless.

Pan Zhen, sparring with Angel Yan, suddenly changed expression, furious:

"You children—Power of the Galaxy, Sunlight—together, you’re the Heroic Legion; dispersed, you’re just meat for the slaughter. Do you understand?"

His tone was frighteningly low, and without waiting for Rose and Yan to respond, he continued,

"Angels are eyeing the Power of the Galaxy; demons covet your Time-Rose; the Tidal race targets our Sunlight Leina. These gods are all after what they need."

"Oh right, Yan, you have Leina’s energy within you."

Yan explained her energy source cheerfully, complimenting Leina’s abilities.

Understanding the situation, Pan Zhen decided to leave a favor with the new Angel King, gifting Angel Yan a unique Solar Star pill compressed from stellar energy—one of a kind in the known universe.

After a cursory scan showed nothing amiss, Angel Yan swallowed it. Feeling the surge of energy within, she apologized to Pan Zhen:

"Be careful—take responsibility for your own life. Sorry."