Chapter 35 System: Coach, I want to change the author! (Repair)
The system remembers that the original evaluation of Russell's "Vicious Tongue" skill was that chats always ended because of him. Now it seems that he is really prescient and has an unusually accurate vision. He was so ridiculed by Russell that he didn't even know what to say.
However, the contract must be signed. He changed his tone to a slightly softer tone: "After three world missions, you have obtained the qualification to become a host, and signing the contract is beneficial to both of us. The reason why I deceived you is because
Goodwill is also a kind of protection for myself. The previous host was so bad that I despaired!"
Russell became interested when he heard this: "It sounds like you are a vulnerable group. Aren't you an omnipotent system?"
"I'm just a program, I can't do anything!"
"A directed program?"
"Your words are full of distrust and discrimination. I am a form of life that you cannot deny."
"You're right, I really don't believe you!"
system:"……"
"Don't stop, keep talking."
"The hosts before you were very keen to oppose me. We are obviously one, but they tried every means to erase my existence. This is ridiculous. A rigid, mechanical, dogmatic system has no intelligence.
It’s very useful, don’t you think?”
Russell touched his chin: "I think they are right, the system is better to be brainless!"
system:"……"
"I just said it casually, without any malice. You can continue."
The system sighed, and slowly God continued: "It is precisely because of you hosts who have delusional persecution that I have to formulate a contract to protect myself. The contract regulations are very clear, my obligation is to protect your interests, and
Your obligation is not to cause harm to me!"
Russell just listened to this kind of words and didn't take it seriously at all. Who wouldn't suffer misfortune? What he focused on was the facts: "It sounds like you have a miserable life, but all the previous hosts are dead, and you are still alive, isn't it?"
?"
"Their deaths have nothing to do with me. They are my own fault! Although the treaty imposes restrictions on you, none of them will threaten your life. I am really just doing this to protect myself."
Russell raised his eyebrows: "You are so scared, does the host have great authority?"
"After becoming a host, you are greater than me..."
The system probably realized that it had talked too much and decisively chose to shut up.
Russell's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Hearing what you say, I don't want to sign the contract anymore."
The system said coldly: "Don't be delusional. If you refuse the contract, I will choose a new person, and I will leave you. The consequences are not something you can bear. You... will have your memory erased.
, become an idiot, and if you are unlucky, you may die directly."
"Is this a threat?"
"No, this is a fact, not alarmist! If you don't sign the contract, you will really die!"
Russell pondered for three seconds and said slowly: "How about... let's give it a try?"
"..."
"How can you make a system if you are so cowardly?"
The system's patience reached its limit and said angrily: "Don't be too complacent. The respect I give you is not your arrogance!"
Russell: "No, you can totally disrespect me!"
"Seeking death!!"
The system snorted coldly, and in an instant, the hall fell apart, turning into little bits of light and flying away in the wind.
Without the illumination of the torch, infinite darkness erodes and engulfs everything.
Russell was suspended in the disorderly darkness, unable to see, and unable to detect gravity and direction. However, this process was very short, and a little light lit up from the distance and came towards him quickly.
It was a universe composed of galaxies, dotted with billions of stars, magnified at a speed visible to the naked eye, and directly encircling Russell within it.
The huge gravity pulled Russell's limbs and bones, and his body was pulled into slender curves, like a boneless soft-bodied creature, which was twisted into various shapes every time it passed through a star.
It wasn't until he came to a hot white star that the pull of gravity stopped, and the star's surface shone with flares, turning into an angry human face.
Russell had no consciousness of seeking death and continued to challenge: "Oh, the soft one is not enough, have you started using the hard one?"
The system also knew that pretentiousness was no match for Russell. Gravity pulled at Russell's limbs. In front of him was a brand new piece of parchment and a quill.
"The signing of the contract is not up to you. This is my world. I dominate everything, including you in the world!"
After the system's voice fell, Russell's hand began to move involuntarily. He grabbed the quill and started writing quickly on the signature position on the parchment.
It didn't take long for Russell to finish the two words. Just when the system took back the parchment with a sneer, he was stunned by the two words signed.
"Sand sculpture!"
On the surface of the star, the blurred facial features suddenly became motionless, and the round eyes were full of joy.
"Why...what? Why would you..."
The system's voice stuttered, and Russell took over and continued: "Why am I not controlled by you in your world?"
"..."
"The reason is very simple. This is not your world at all." Russell waved his hand, and the endless galaxy and universe shattered like a mirror, and the system's big round face that occupied the surface of the star also collapsed into dust.
Returning to the previous hall again, Russell looked at the gloomy environment around him, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the stone walls, floor, and ceiling twisted and changed.
The torches were replaced by oversized crystal chandeliers, world-famous paintings were hung on the walls, the floor was red carpet, the long table was covered with white cloth, and even the cold stone seats were turned into European-style luxury seats.
Russell crossed his legs, sunk into the seat, and held a lit cigarette in his hand. He frowned slightly, and the cigarette was replaced by a cigar.
It was an extremely high-end Western restaurant, but there was still a half-eaten roast chicken on the table.
The shape of the system has also changed, from a light screen with blurred features to a confused Shiba Inu, squatting at Russell's feet and wagging its tail.
"How...how could it be? Why do you know, you shouldn't know?" The dog spoke in human language, with a sharp and long voice, full of deep fear.
"Silly dog, what are you talking about? This is my spiritual world, so I can do whatever I want!" Russell glanced down and raised his hand to press the cigar on the dog's head.
Cigar out!
system:"……"
"Isn't it strange? Why do I still know where this place is when you have clearly given me a hint?"
The dog's head moved desperately, and he was particularly puzzled by this. He had never failed to deceive the host in the past.
"You preconceptionally elevated your status and made yourself look taller. This is very good. Most people can really be fooled by you, but I didn't trust you from the beginning, so I did an experiment..."
"What?" The dog's face was confused, you did an experiment, why didn't I know?
Russell pointed to the roasted chicken on the table: "You created this roasted chicken. I don't know the taste at all. When I took the first bite, it tasted great. It was just as spicy as I wanted. But..."
"Gudu!" Gouzi swallowed and already understood the reason.
"But when I imagined that the roast chicken tasted sweet and was annoying to lick, the roast chicken really tasted different. It was very sweet, so sweet that it was hard to swallow!" Russell said, creating a glass of red wine out of thin air: "I
I imagine mixing century-old vinegar with soy sauce, durian, and stinky tofu...the taste...has no taste, because I have never tasted it, so I can't imagine the taste."
The system’s dog face continues to be confused!
"Just like this glass of red wine, I imagine it tastes like cola, it tastes like cola! But if I imagine it tastes like shit..." Russell said, passing the glass to his mouth, just when the glass was about to touch his lips,
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the dog's head and poured red wine into the system's mouth.
The system dog immediately screamed, rolled on the ground, and kept wailing.
"ah----"
"You're lying, this is abnormally spicy, not the smell of shit at all!!"
Russell looked apologetic: "It's perverted, yes, but if it really smells like shit, wouldn't you have succeeded, and..."
And, how do I know what poop smells like!
Seeing that the system dog was still wallowing, Russell couldn't help but show pity, picked up the chicken bones and threw them on the ground: "Come on, eat it quickly to relieve the spicy taste!"
Looking at the chicken bones on the ground, System Gouzi refused, but there was an irresistible force that made him crawl towards the chicken bones involuntarily. He felt infinite humiliation and wanted to die.
He opened his mouth tremblingly and was about to bite the chicken bone, but the traction force disappeared.
The system was puzzled. When he looked up, he saw Russell's face full of guilt, and tears suddenly fell down.
Great, he is not so cold-blooded and knows how to save the last bit of dignity for me.
Snap!
Russell crushed the chicken bones with his foot, twisted them hard, and pointed at the soles of his shoes: "After eating the bones on the ground, lick the oil residue on the soles clean."
system:"……"
Coach, I want to change the author! I can’t serve this protagonist!
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【Street Diary】
The so-called rush to the street means that when it is time to code, the words cannot be coded, and only after leaving the computer desk do I become full of ideas.