Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger: My Funny System is Too Fierce

"Mom, I had a very long dream..."

Mo Tianyou opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hospital bed. The Third Miss was sitting beside the bed, holding his hand tightly.

"God bless you!" The third young lady cried with joy.

It turned out that in the real world, Mo Tianyou had only fallen into a short coma. But in that endless dream, he experienced a magnificent adventure across time and space.

"I'm glad you're back." The third lady said softly.

But at this heartwarming moment of reunion, something unexpected happened! Mo Tianyou suddenly discovered that he seemed to still retain some special perception. Through this perception, he saw a shocking scene.

There is a faint light shining on everyone in this world, that is... the trace of a story!

"So that's it..." Mo Tianyou suddenly realized, "Everything is true."

Indeed, his experiences in the multiverse were not illusory. The forces of creation, chaos, possibility, and emotion all existed in this world in a special way.

At this moment, a flower suddenly bloomed on the windowsill of the ward. The flower looked extremely ordinary, but Mo Tianyou knew that it was the mysterious flower that once changed the world.

"She's here after all..." Mo Tianyou smiled warmly.

As the flowers bloomed, the entire hospital seemed to be enveloped in a strange atmosphere. All the patients felt a touch of warmth, and their stories were quietly changing.

Those who were once desperate found hope, and those who were once confused saw the direction. This change was not achieved through earth-shaking power, but from the most simple emotional resonance.

"This is the real power." Mo Tianyou muttered to himself.

But the more surprising thing is yet to come. When he carefully observed the world, he found that everyone was writing stories in their own way. Some were joyful fairy tales, some were sad elegies, but all were equally precious.

"Tianyou," the third lady seemed to have noticed something, "you have become different."

"Yes." Mo Tianyou smiled, "Because I understand the most important thing."

As he was speaking, the door of the ward was pushed open. A young nurse came in. It was the familiar little girl!

"It's time for the inspection." She still smiled innocently.

At this moment, all the memories came flooding back. Past adventures, past touching moments, past insights, were all confirmed in this moment.

"You will come after all." Mo Tianyou said.

"Of course." The little girl blinked. "I promised to continue to take care of the seeds."

It turns out that in this world, those world seeds exist in another form. Everyone has a seed in their heart, waiting to germinate and bloom.

But at this warm moment of reunion, Mo Tianyou suddenly sensed something unusual. It seemed as if something bigger was happening.

“Don’t worry,” the little girl said. “It’s a good thing.”

The world began to subtly shift. But this shift wasn't a drastic restructuring, but a gentle evolution. Everyone, unknowingly, gained the ability to write their own story.

"Is this your plan?" Mo Tianyou asked.

"No." The little girl shook her head. "This is the common choice of everyone."

Indeed, when people begin to believe in the power of stories, miracles will naturally happen. They don’t require earth-shattering power or breaking the boundaries of reality, they just require feeling and creating with the heart.

At this moment, Mo Tianyou suddenly remembered something: "Where is the system?"

"I'm here." A familiar voice sounded.

It turns out the system has always existed in another form. It's no longer a cold program, but a guide. Everyone has this guide in their heart, helping them find their own path.

"So, this is the best ending?" asked the third lady.

"No." Mo Tianyou said, "This is not the end, but a new beginning."

Indeed, when they thought everything was settled, changes for the better had just begun. Everyone was continuing the story and creating miracles in their own way.

"Oh, right," the little girl said suddenly, "would you like to hear one last story?"

This suggestion brought expectant smiles to everyone's faces. Yes, a story never truly ends, for new chapters are always opening.

"This story is about a child who saves the world in his dream..." the little girl began.

As the story unfolds, the whole world seems to quiet down and listen. In this ordinary hospital ward, the greatest miracle is quietly happening.

Because they finally understood:

The most beautiful thing in life is not the grand adventure, but the warmth in the ordinary.

The true meaning of power is not to change the world, but to heal it gently.

The greatest story is not the epic story of earth-shaking events, but the light in every heart.

"Then..." Mo Tianyou looked at the world outside the window, "Let's continue writing our own story."

On the windowsill of the ward, the mysterious flower is still blooming. It will continue to bloom until everyone finds their own light.

And this is the most beautiful eternity.

【Author’s words】

When one story ends, countless stories are beginning.

Because the true meaning of life lies in endless exploration and creation.

Thank you for your company along the way.

May each of us be able to write our own legend!

——End of the book——