I listened to my sister's words today.

At this point, the system has completed all vulnerability repairs.

It was dragging its "physically and mentally exhausted" core module, and was about to relieve the overloaded CPU a little, but unexpectedly at this moment, a message suddenly popped up on the screen - the leader's task had arrived.

The flashing red warning instantly tensed its consciousness, which was about to enter standby mode.

The system hesitated for a second, but still clicked on the task instruction.

The moment its electronic eyes scanned the task, the entire program nearly collapsed as if attacked by a virus.

"Why?! Why am I always the bad guy?" The system couldn't help but roar in its own program space, and all data streams were running wildly like a storm.

"Does the system have no human rights?! Or is it that the system is born to take the blame?!"

"What kind of logic is this?"

It changed its mind and took another look at the task content. There was a hint of helplessness mixed in with the angry data fluctuations.

"The host has suffered enough, and you insist on making me take the blame?! Are the leaders heartless?"

The system's roar only resonated within its internal space, but it dared not make any sound to the outside world.

It took a deep breath of virtual air, forced itself to suppress its dissatisfaction, and called up the host's image.

A small holographic screen appeared in the center of the space. The host on the screen was sleeping quietly in a huge egg, and his curled up body looked so weak.

The system suddenly felt a little reluctant, and the electronic data almost solidified into the shape of a sigh.

But in the end, the priority of the task lit up every one of its operating logics red, and it could only helplessly raise its virtual hand and tremblingly press the "Execute" button.

The moment the command was transmitted, the entire "God's Space" seemed to be triggered by some grand mechanism, and the sky and the earth spun around in an instant.

The flow of time is no longer smooth, but rushing like a flood.

Everything suddenly fell into rapid change, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

In this distorted space and time, Yun Yiruo in the egg was sleeping quietly.

Her consciousness seemed to be swept away by a huge tide, floating up and down. She tried to wake up countless times but was pulled back into deeper darkness.

Until one moment, the shackles of sleep finally seemed to loosen.

This time, Yun Yiru quickly realized that he was different.

She could clearly feel her limbs - the slender fingers and toes, and the flexible joints all had a real touch.

This unprecedented sense of clarity made her ecstatic and she couldn't help but raise her hands.

However, just as surprise crept into my heart, the next second, a piercing sound suddenly pierced the entire space!

The sound was as sharp as a knife passing by her ear and piercing straight into her brain.

The sudden roar made Yun Yiruo cover his ears with both hands as if by reflex, and curl up into a ball, as if this could alleviate the painful impact.

"What's that noise?! Who is it?!"

Yun Yiruo screamed in her heart, but the only answer she got was the even louder noise.

At the same time, within the system's space, the system watched all this quietly, and there seemed to be a hint of emotional fluctuation in the cold flow of code.

It stared at the host's painful expression and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "Host, I... I can't do anything..."

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Jiang Ling, who was outside, stood at the door of the reception room. He paused slightly, turned around and glanced at the Yun family members in the room with complicated expressions. He sneered and pushed the door open without hesitation.

The light in the corridor was cold, and the resoluteness on her face was even more prominent.

His hands unconsciously clenched, his fingertips turning white, as if he was holding something precious and would not give in at all.

Her purpose is clear.

She wanted the Yun family to make a choice, and it had to be clear: to protect the interests of the family or to protect the child.

If the Yun family chooses the former, he will take the little guy away from that place of power and intrigue without hesitation.

Outside the window at the end of the corridor, the night was as dark as ink and silent, with only the faint sound of the wind in the distance.

As soon as I stepped into the lounge, my tense nerves relaxed a little.

However, before she could catch her breath, a burning sensation suddenly came from the palm of her hand, and the familiar rune was so hot that it seemed to burn through her skin.

Jiang Ling looked up suddenly, and a strong sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.

"Something's wrong..."

She murmured to herself, her fingertips lightly touching the pendant on her chest, which was the key connecting to the space.

The key's light flickered, as if giving a silent warning.

A flash of light passed by, and the scene inside the space came into view.

In an instant, she froze.

The flow of time has become so fast!

A full hundred years passed quietly in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ling could hardly stand, her hands tightly grasping the key on her chest, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings eagerly, and suddenly fixed on a corner deep in the space - that was the existence she cared about most.

That egg.

However, at this moment, the luster of the egg has dimmed a lot, and the surface is covered with fine cracks, as if it may break at any time.

What is even more shocking is that a light golden liquid is slowly seeping out of the cracks, making it look extremely fragile.

"No!"

Jiang Ling screamed and rushed over, almost stumbling on his feet.

Her heart seemed to be stabbed by something sharp, and every step she took felt like she was walking on the edge of a knife.

She knelt in front of the egg and held it up with trembling hands. The temperature of the liquid was icy cold, like a heavy alarm bell ringing in her ears.

"how so……"

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down, staring at the cracks in the egg, and countless solutions flashed through her mind.

However, the crack expanded rapidly like a spreading flame, leaving her no chance to breathe.

A strong light gradually ignited in Jiang Ling's eyes. It was not despair, but a determination to protect at all costs.

He gently held the egg in his arms and whispered, "Yiruo, can you hear me?"

The cracks were still expanding, and golden liquid dripped onto the back of Jiang Ling's hand, icy cold.

Yun Yiruo in the egg listened to the familiar voice, and it seemed as if a thin thread was pulled deep in her consciousness.

I wanted to respond, but found that my voice seemed to be blocked by something, and I could only let the voice echo in my mind.

When the system saw the person coming, there was no unnecessary movement, no cold greeting, it just accurately transferred the notebook to the person's palm.

For a moment, the space seemed to fall into a brief silence, as if an invisible air current was quietly surging around.

The system's choice was not without reason. In order to avoid receiving new tasks from the leader and putting the host into deeper trouble, it pressed the "offline" command without hesitation.