Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

Fortunately, the outcome was positive. Despite the years of fighting, China's losses in property, military, and civilians were not as great as in history. While this is just a film, who knows if it will develop into a separate, independent world in the future? While everything has its destiny, there are also variables. The universe is infinitely mysterious. Even a single stone, polished by time and the passage of time, could potentially develop intelligence, let alone a complete system.

After the war, I received a letter from He Shuhuan and his friends, asking me to go back and attend his wedding with Lu Yiyi, Lu Erhao, and Fang Yu. They also said that Lu Ruru had changed a lot and had become a battlefield nurse after running away from home. They kept asking me about it. I wasn't the real Du Fei, and I didn't have any feelings for her to begin with. I had only gone there to move forward with the plot, and now there was no need to go back. To avoid trouble, I wrote back, respecting Zhu Fu and declining the possibility of returning.

"Host, if He Shuhuan and Lu Ruru met in the war, would they be together? And what about Lu Yiyi?" Little Dumpling asked doubtfully.

"Personally, I think that if they really met, with He Shuhuan's scumbag physique, even if Lu Ruru didn't have any thoughts, he would still say some ambiguous words to seduce her. After a few years of war, maybe the children are already old enough to help with the housework. And what about Lu Yiyi? She worked as a dancer at home to earn money to support the family and wait for a man, but in the end it was all in vain. To be honest, I don't think He Shuhuan deserves these two girls. They are both good girls, kind, innocent and loving, but they are too easily deceived."

"Xiao Ba, you should be careful when looking for a partner. Don't believe everything others say. If you take it seriously, you will end up with nothing and still end up paying for it."

"Host, what are you talking about? I'm not a human, how can I fall in love with someone?" The little dumpling said excitedly, still spinning in circles in his sea of consciousness.

"I see that you have a lot of emotions, and I thought you had all kinds of emotions?" Yi Ang teased.

"I'm emotionally rich because of the program settings. Some hosts don't like rich emotions. After registering, you can set the system to be more mechanical. If you like soft and cute, you can also set it. In short, any style you want can be set, provided that you have a high enough level. But I have heard that some systems seem to be related to each other." The little dumpling said. As for the last sentence, it itself was not very sure because it was just hearsay.

Yiang saw that the little dumpling had involuntarily revealed something, so he didn't remind her. He pretended to be casual and said, "How can anyone set up your system? I thought you were all controlled by the company, and only your top boss could set up and control you?"

"Of course only the boss can control us, but he's also very busy. Managing so many systems is exhausting, so some high-ranking officials have given us privileges to disable control. To set this up, you need to be at a very high level, at least a Hall-level taskmaster. So far, there are only three of them."

"Oh... How many tasks does a Hall of Fame-level tasker need to complete?"

"That would require tens of thousands of perfect scores, with a score of over 90. Host, this is going to be difficult. You have to work hard."

Seeing that the little system couldn't say anything meaningful, I stopped talking. As for the talk of controlling it and changing settings, there was nothing that couldn't be done by unnatural means. It was just unnecessary. Such a small thing, let alone legitimate ones, even malicious ones wouldn't be able to do anything to me. So I just let it be! Anyway, I just thought of it as some fun.

I thought I could finally rest, but then the Chinese Civil War erupted. In June 1946, Chiang Kai-shek launched the civil war, officially beginning the War of Liberation. This war raged for four years. This time, Yi-ang didn't intervene, as he wasn't taking sides. We were all Chinese, and since we already knew the outcome, there was no point in doing anything. After all, I had driven out the invaders before, so it was certainly a good thing to help the Red Army now. After all, historically, the Red Army had won, forcing Chiang Kai-shek to flee to Taiwan.

Although I didn't help in the war, I didn't stand idly by when I met those black-hearted people. They were all people from my own country, and in the end, it was my own family who suffered.

On October 1949, 10, the People's Republic of China was founded. In June of the following year, the War of Liberation ended.

Yiang looked at the newly established New China. While much was in ruins, the people were delighted. After all, there was no more war. For so many years, the people and soldiers had suffered. Everything was starting to look good. Wanting to help China grow quickly, Yiang found some books he had read in other small worlds and copied down some knowledge on mechanics, mathematics, weaponry, and other subjects, choosing the least advanced. He left the books anonymously in the director's office, hoping to help the country grow as quickly as possible.

A forger must be strong himself; falling behind means being beaten. If you want others to respect and fear you, you must be powerful, you must have something that can intimidate them. This is especially true of weapons. Otherwise, no matter how many other good things you have, you won't be able to protect them, and you might even attract the attention of countries like the Japanese pirates.

I stopped and walked around China, observing people's livelihoods, the scenery, and understanding the country's progress. Decades have passed in a flash, and I feel that this body is about to reach its end. I went to Taipei and watched the flag-raising ceremony and the military parade. This country is now strong and prosperous, and no one dares to covet it anymore. Looking at the children nowadays, each one is well-grown, energetic, and patriotic, I feel that I did nothing wrong in the atrocities I committed against the Japanese pirates. Although spiritual practice emphasizes cause and effect, and one should not arbitrarily increase the sin of killing, it also emphasizes following one's heart. What's more, they invaded and killed people first, which is the cause, and now I am wearing the shell of a Chinese, and fighting back later, which is the result.

Isn't there a popular saying among kids these days? Everyone has their own karma, and their karma is me.

"Xiao 8, this country is developing very well now. I am very satisfied."

"Host, China does have a lot of talented people. Although you gave them things, it only allowed them to learn more in advance, saving them 20 years of hard work. However, they already had research results 20 years ago that other developed countries could not achieve."

"Yes, these children are all good. They can endure hardships. They know that their country cannot compare with other countries in science and technology, medicine, and weaponry. They work hard in research and experiments, which is why we have the current prosperity."

He went to Nanshi again, wanting to see how prosperous the city, once spared from massacre by his intervention, was now. Instead, he saw a scene that infuriated him: teenagers dressed in Japanese pirate costumes, decorating an entire street with Japanese pirate culture. There was even a school specifically for the Japanese pirates, with privileges and treatment better than even those in China's aristocratic schools. And many of these children actually believed the Japanese invasion was innocent? They believed they should let bygones be bygones and welcome them with a friendly welcome?