Although Lao Da [] has been a lowly system for many years, he has never failed a single time. As long as the task was passed into his hands, nothing couldnât be accomplished. Furthermore, the results he produced were all incomparably ideal.
The new systems â young and naive â would always approach this mogul to inquire about his key to success. And every single time, just like the prior generations that perished on the sandy shoals, they would be answered in the same way.
âBasically, itâs the insight you have when choosing.â Deeply inhaling a mouthful of cigar, Lao Da spoke in this manner. With eyes that seemed like they had seen everything, he observed what was before him. However, there wasnât anything empowering about the knowledge, that shone like little stars, in his eyes.
One batch by one batch, the little systems fell. Yet, with a mature and vicissitudes appearance, that system still stayed the same. Maintaining his undefeated record, holding a cheap cigar, seeing many younger generations, older generations in a passing. Like that, he lived till he gained the appearance of an old one.
In the System Space, Lao Da stayed within an independant space-time continuum. He knew that in order to manage each location better, the higher immortals worked out a special plan: They would settle matters that was neither big nor small.
It didnât look like a small job this time. With an expressionless face, Lao Da gazed at the little immortal hurrying to pass on a message to him. He exhaled a mouthful of dense smoke. âWhatâs the task?â
Even if the deity had been somewhat nervous â although it was unlikely for him to go hysterical â however he calmed down rapidly upon seeing him. âRecently, many worlds have been sinking into chaos. The Destined Child originally meant to reach the pinnacle of life, was insta-killed by the villain in the end. The entire plot has diverged away from its intended path. And as several of the rules were broken in a short time, a small world has become unstable. Severely. It may be to the extent where the collapse of that small world is likely.
âSo, my task is to assist the Destined Child?â The entire time, Lao Daâs expression didnât change. From start to end, he was merely sucking on his cheap cigar.
âNo, itâs to kill that Villain.â
Lao Da shot a sideway glance at the little immortal. He spoke, âFor what reason are we resorting to such a fierce method? Is the Villain not a part of the cause-and-effect too? Is no one worried that the order would be upset if I was to get rid of him?â
âThe higher-ups will take care of it.â The little immortal was unable to endure it. After all, in the end, systems were merely the creation of the immortals in the world above. Even when compared to those immortals, who practiced Taoism and reached the highest state of spiritual enlightenment, their status were still lower by a large margin. Where did such qualifications for him to run his mouth come from?
Lao Da remained silent, simply spitting out a mouthful of thick smoke at the little immortal instead. He watched as the other party choked, glistening tears forming in his eyes. For a few sparse moments, he enjoyed the sight, before leaving. It wasnât worthwhile for him to get agitated over a message. It wasnât a rare occurrence for systems to be looked down upon, in fact, it had been going on for quite some time. Furthermore, as long as they continued to be seen as a dispensable creation, it would never stop.
A seemingly endless white road extended down in a spiral, bright stars adorning its gloomy surroundings. Moreover, the more the road descended down, the more the light grew dimmer. This was a road that all dead souls would inevitably walk along. And this was also the place where every system would choose their Host.
Generally, the way Lao Da chooses his Host would always be at a random. There wasnât any exception this time. Jumping down from the first layer, he counted to six silently before stopping on the layer he fell to.
In front of him, there was a youth, who was excessively pale to the extent he looked pure white. Due to the immorality, filth and corruption in the mortal world, souls hailing from said place would be stained in various of different colours. This would cause the transparent souls to look more solid. But this⊠this pure white was simply too much.
âWho are you?â The little youth asked as he extended his hand, intending to touch the seemingly-invisible being.
âI am a system. And from now on, you are my Host.â The youth knitted his tiny brows together as he thought deeply. However, as he was unable to find any clue about this being in his blank memory, he could only nod his head hesitantly.
This was really like kidnapping a child. For the first time ever, Lao Da doubted his decision. Would this child that seemed so foolish, really be able to complete the task? Lao Da looked down on this small and weak soul.
âHey, take me with you.â The youth spoke, tugging at the void in the air, his eyes glistening with hope.
Perhaps it was due to the shock that the youth was able to touch his body, or perhaps it was because he was moved by the radiance in the youthâs eyes, Lao Da didnât know. However, he still waved his hand and brought the youth away.
The empty space, which appeared after the youth left, was quickly filled up by another soul. The troops continue to advance, never ceasing nor breaking.
Bringing him into his dimension, Lao Da scrutinized the youth before him. Heâs too young, accelerating his growth and maturing would be required. His intelligence wasnât too bad. His appearance could also be counted as passableâit was unlikely that Lao Da would ever admit he was nearly fascinated by said appearance the first time he saw it.
After realising that the hand holding him had disappeared, the youth looked back anxiously. He discovered a fluffy ball staring at him with a solemn expression, and his heart was instantly cured.
The youth went forward and embraced the small ball. Snow white fur slid across his delicate skin, causing him to let out a peal of gentle laughter.
âWhat are you giggling at?â The dumpling used a small, stubby hand and jabbed at his forehead ruthlessly. It was at this moment, that he realised with a start, that his appearance had changed. Pulling out a small mirror from within his pocket, he appraised his reflection.
After that, the loud sound of breaking glass could be heard. Why was it this kind of appearance? The systemâs appearance would be determined by the Hostâs interest. All the previous Hosts would a mature personality due to Lao Da. They would imagine a deep and sonorous voice, along with a relatively powerful body for him.
A muscled and burly man he could tolerate. But this ball was seriously excessively soft. Lao Da despised these small and weak organisms the most.
âBai Bai [2].â The youth called out on a sudden impulse.
âCall me Lao Da.â Lao Da released a deep sigh, holding back the burning hot anger that threatened to gush out within his heart. He had to look as amiable as possible.
âBai Bai.â The youth was determined not to change it. His hand grasped Lao Daâs fine fur, not wanting to let go.
âBrat.â The previous Hosts that Lao Da had were all grown-up men. It was very seldom that he would encounter this kind of child. For a while, he was somewhat at a loss on what to do. Using his small claw, he made a ball of white light float up, before he batted it into the youthâs body.
The youth felt a burst of severe pain engulfing his entire body. He was able to clearly feel his body elongating, along with hearing the sound of his skeleton growing. He couldnât help letting go of the fur ballâs delicate hand.
Lao Da smoked a cigar at one side. His eyes looked as if they were focused on the youth, but in fact, he wasnât paying any attention to the youthâs gradual change the whole time.
The youth grew up speedily in the span of a few breaths, revealing a grown up with peerless elegance. The slender brows inlaid above the crescent-shaped eyes along with the cherry-coloured lips beneath them, would constantly cause others to have inordinate ambitions.
When this enchanting sight was revealed to Lao Da, he felt yet another burst of worry. It would be easy to provoke trouble if you looked excessively beautiful. Previously, there had been an unfortunate Host who, due to their too remarkable appearance, had been kidnapped by the Protagonist and imprisoned until death. At that time, their task nearly wasnât completed.
And now, it seems like there would be even more trouble.
Lao Da moved leisurely towards the manâs side. It was at this moment that the man opened his pair of eyes that were seemingly filled with stars. Staring at him with a smile yet not a smile, he said a line, âLao Da.â
Worthy of celebration!
It had been very long since Lao Da got this happy over such a trivial matter. He stroked his white fur excitedly, responding sincerely, âMm.â
He didnât expect that it would change to an even tighter hug, along with the low chant of âBai Baiâ that he wanted to ignore but couldnât.
The child grew up, but the mentality was still exactly the same. Lao Da sighed as he continued to maintain his cold, noble and elegant appearance. Any abbreviations or incorrect name, and I wonât talk.
No matter how the man teased him or how he stroked his fur, Lao Da insisted on staying silent. This kind of situation continued until the task started. In face of this foolish and naive young man, Lao Da, as the person-in-charge of the tasks, was unable to explain anything before they were thrown into the world.
âWhat is your name?â Lao Da inquired.
âBu Bai.â Even if he didnât remember anything, but this name was deeply imprinted into his mind. It was as if sometime in the past â that he could not remember â there was a person who called him countless of times, at times happy, and other times sad. âMy name is Bu Bai.â
Lao Da lightly nodded his body of fine fur, expressing that he understood. Turning, he used his little claw to pull Bu Baiâs hand and said, âBe careful in the small world. Donât believe others so easily. Iâll always be protecting you by your side.â His gaze was as tender as a loving father.
The first world was a Cultivation Instance. Ever since he was young, the male lead, who hailed from a large family, had a seldom-seen talent in the entire world. This provoked countless of peopleâs admiration, envy and hate, though they were unable to do any substantial harm to him. Whoâd knew that a storm would arise out of a clear sky [3]. In the few days that the male lead went away to be apprenticed, his family was eradicated by a wandering group of demons. Upon hurrying home, only a stretch of ruins remained. He didnât even make it in time to collect the bone ashes of his loved ones.
After that, the male lead who depended on this newly-formed hatred, rose up several grades in one go and began fighting against demons. Within this period of time, his heart became excessively stubborn due to practicing austerities. He insisted on passing up all the little sisters he met along his journey, protecting his body of a single dog [4] to the very end.
However, the male lead, who was full of determination, was eliminated by the attacks of the BOSS Villain in the end. In the original plot, the male lead survived the first wave of attacks. And upon seeing the countless comrades of his that had fallen, he depended on his grief to summon up a never seen before power and eliminated the group of demons.
However, even if his grade had rose several times, the Villainâs strength had also grown to be formidable. Facing the awakened Protagonist, he didnât even bat an eyelid as he threw down another wave of attacks, causing the Protagonist to completely give up. It was this kind of sad story.