Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

This means she can no longer modify it.

The last two [Skill Modification XI] were spent on [Sin of Pride]. As the enemies she encountered became stronger and stronger, the importance of this skill became more and more obvious.

"If the target's attributes are more than five times yours, your attribute values ​​will be adjusted to 50% of the other party's attribute values" is changed to "If the target's attributes are more than five times yours, your attribute values ​​will be adjusted to 63% of the other party's attribute values."

She spent all three talent modifications on [Bedtime Fairy Tale].

[Skill 3] Bedtime Fairy Tale (Passive): You can never be killed instantly! When any attack skill hits you, each hit can only take away a maximum of 6% of your health. This is the most wonderful bedtime fairy tale.

Three prop modifications are used on [cat head?] and [game console]...

While making changes, Yu Xunge forced himself to clean up and then fell asleep on the sofa.

Her last thought before falling asleep was that she had forgotten to ask Yan Tu what it meant when he raised his ring finger to Fu Zhi.

……

Y128 stood on the street carrying a small suitcase and watching people coming and going. All the players passing by would look down at it for a while, and then walk away as if nothing had happened.

These days, the more you don't understand something, the more careful you should be. Players are not that stupid.

The Rubik's Cube looked around, and Y128 was rarely a little confused.

Without being recognized by this world leader, it cannot access the world's network, and it does not have any friends loaded in Jiuxunge.

I called B8017913 in the Mechanical Clan chat channel but received no response, and was also treated with sarcastic remarks by 7777 and L175246.

So where is it going to find wine and songs now?

——"Do you know where Zaijiuxunge lives?"

——"Hello, you know how to carry wine and search for songs..."

--"Hello……"

Yu Xunge was awakened by the doorbell. She woke up at the first sound.

Was it Zhao Shuying? The cooperation plan with the Moon Lake Oak Owl Sky Crab was finalized so quickly? It couldn't be her.

She pinched her nose to wake up, teleported directly to the outside of the door, and looked at the person who was ringing the doorbell.

The air was filled with the smell of rain and the ground was still wet. It seemed that it had rained heavily while she was sleeping.

Her movement startled the visitor, and the little robot, who looked a little dusty, turned around nervously.

When it saw it was her, it straightened itself out a little nervously - it looked like there was really nothing to straighten out - but it just patted itself left and right, and even moved its handbag from its right hand to its left hand, as if that would make it look more formal.

Its cube-like brain began to spin, and it explained somewhat incoherently, "I don't have much work to do. 7777 is always acting weird... I just came here on my own. I heard a lot of things happened with Zaijiu, so I thought I could help you. Of course, if you have any new plans... that would be great too."

Only then did Yu Xunge realize that he had received many 7777 requests to go home.

However, most of her attention was on Y128. It was the first time she saw the mechanical people in such a miserable state.

There were raindrops and mud spots on its body, the sunflower above its head was wilted, and there was paint on one corner of the Rubik's Cube's head that had been rubbed on at some point. It looked like it had walked a long way, but its battery was only 6% left.

How adorable! Yu Xunge walked over, picked up the little robot, and held it high. She shook it like a rattle and asked, "Did you find your way here by asking for directions along the way?"

Y128 wanted to break free, but for some reason, it was reluctant to leave. It said, "Hmm..."

The next second, it was held in Zaijiuxunge's arms and patted on the back twice. Its dirty head was pressed into her neck, and her voice rang in its ears.

——"I'm so sorry I didn't pick you up."

She carried herself into the house, took out a power bank specially used by the mechanical race and stuffed it into its arms, then took a clean towel, wet it, wrung it out, and wiped off the mud on its body, and wiped the "What Time Is It" on its head.

It sat dazed beside Zaijiuxunge, a cup of hot milk stuffed into its hand. It saw Zaijiuyantu come down and sit across from them, and asked Zaijiuxunge, "Where did these little mechanical people come from?"

"Oh, this is the new director carrying the wine, Y128."

"Huh? Wasn't it chasing you before?"

"Yes, because I grabbed its antenna first."

As she said this, Zaijiuxunge suddenly handed over something, [The Lonely Teletubbies]. She leaned over and looked into her eyes, and Y128 saw herself in those black pupils.

It heard her say to itself, "Let's consider it ours, okay? I'll leave it with you while I'm carrying the wine, and when I need to leave, let me take it with me, because I need its help."

Y128 held the antenna in a daze and made an imperceptible "hmm" sound.

Their programs are always unable to accurately calculate emotions. They can never understand why emotions are so complicated and cannot derive the only possibility from events.

Isn't it easy to hate whoever hurts you and like whoever treats you well?

But at this moment, it calculated many possibilities.

"She owes you this, you're even," "You got two antennas, and she helped you gain your freedom, you owe her," "She's trying to trick the little mechanical tribe again, she wants you to do her best for her," "Don't trust her," "She's so easily moved"...

A variety of options are presented to it, and it can choose one of them, and then its chip will generate the emotions it should have and how to respond.

Its interface froze here, as if it had crashed, until it heard Zaijiuxunge ask it, "There are many rooms here. You can choose one yourself. Rooms that already have owners will have their names written on the doorplates. B80 lives on the third floor. What about you? Which floor do you want to live on?"

Y128 raised his hand to Zaijiuxunge with a serious face, making a "please wait" gesture.

Then he cleared all the options on the page and carefully wrote the custom answer:

"Nice to meet her"