Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

A blurry, slender shadow. The details were obscured; his face was completely hidden in the darkness.

Yu Zhuo walked slowly forward for a while, and the surrounding darkness gradually dissipated with his steps. The sudden burst of light pierced into Yu Zhuo's pupils without warning.

Perhaps provoked, Yu Zhuo slipped and fell hard to the ground.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

The voice from afar was faint and indistinct. Yu Zhuo's internal system energy was still being depleted, and upon hearing this, he raised his head, forcing himself to look at the figure walking towards him.

"He didn't react at all."

[You're dead.]

"He's not dead yet, I can feel it. He's still breathing... It feels so familiar, so dear, is he also a dragon...?"

[Hmph, ugly dragon.]

"You are not friendly to others at all."

You are also an ugly dragon.

"..."

Yu Zhuo frowned subconsciously. He didn't know why he could never see the person's figure clearly. Although the person was trying to get closer, his face was always covered by a thin mist that made it difficult for Yu Zhuo to see clearly.

Yu Zhuo's breathing grew heavier. The person was still speaking; the timbre of his voice was almost identical to the illusionary voice Yu Zhuo had heard on the planet, but his tone was much calmer.

But mixed in with it... there was also a certain mechanical sound.

Yu Zhuo narrowed his eyes, staring intently at a pure silver sphere floating beside the figure, and instinctively conducted a test and analysis.

This is also a small system.

This dragon also has a small system around it.

Yu Zhuo sensed an aura similar to the main system from this silver-glowing system. He examined the system's various data, but quickly discovered that it was different from the main system.

The main system possesses unfathomable energy and is extremely stable. However, this silver spherical system clearly has less energy than the main system and is more unstable.

Instability...

Before Yu Zhuo could investigate further, his vision was suddenly enveloped by a flash of silver light. He couldn't discern the meaning behind the mechanical voice, but a dull ache shot through his temples, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Su Hui, don't bully him! He's injured... You really are..."

Before Yu Zhuo lost consciousness, he heard the blurry black figure scream.

...That silver system was actually called Tracing Back.

*

When Yu Zhuo woke up again, he was in a small room.

The walls of the room were covered with pure white tiles with unidentified stripes, and brown curtains hung on both sides of the window, swaying slightly in the breeze outside.

Yu Zhuo lay on the bed, turning his head to look at the unfamiliar surroundings. He was in a daze for a moment before realizing where he was.

"you're awake?"

The voice that had been lingering in Yu Zhuo's ears rang out again, but with a different tone, clearly mixed with a touch of gentleness.

Yu Zhuo secretly shifted his gaze, staring at the doorway, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The shadow at the doorway shifted slightly, and after taking two steps forward, they entered the brightly lit scene.

Yu Zhuo finally saw his face clearly. This man was about the same height as Zhou Yanshu, but his figure was much thinner.

Perhaps because this world has existed for so long, he was wrapped in a thick, pure white robe that was loose and extremely long, dragging on the ground.

“Ah… I’m sorry. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself yet. My name is He Lan.” The man said, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to Yu Zhuo.

Yu Zhuo's gaze swept over his wrist, which was covered with tiny scales, and then focused on his face a moment later.

He Lan's appearance was neither as rugged as most men, nor did he have any effeminate features. His skin was fair and clean, his lips were thin and red, and his facial features were soft and approachable.

He sat quietly in his chair, his movements disciplined and wrapped in a long robe; from a certain angle, he even resembled a student attentively listening to a lecture.

Yu Zhuo looked at him without speaking. After a moment, his gaze moved upward and fell on the thing on He Lan's head.

Indeed, judging from her face alone, He Lan appears harmless and posed no threat.

But two prominent, thick dragon horns grew from his forehead. They were pure black and long, with particularly sharp tips that gleamed coldly.

Yu Zhuo looked down again without making a sound, and sure enough, he saw a dragon tail about four or five meters long, also pure black in color, on the ground.

He Lan hid it under his robes, but his dragon tail was too long and too heavy, and eventually it was exposed and could only be placed on the ground.

He is a dragon who cannot control his physical form. Or rather, he is a dragon with a congenital defect.

"You were injured and passed out. I couldn't find anywhere else to treat you, so I brought you to my castle." He Lan smiled slightly. "I know a little medicine and have already given you an injection to alleviate the symptoms. How are you feeling now?"

The pain in Yu Zhuo's head had long since disappeared. He looked at He Lan and said weakly, "I'm much better now, thank you."

"Don't mention it." He Lan placed his hand on his thigh, pressed his fingers up and down, and continued to stare straight ahead. "This area is a restricted zone. How did you get in?"

"A restricted area?" Yu Zhuo paused. "I don't know. I got lost and just kept going forward until I got here."

"Oh...I see." He Lan didn't think much of it. He reached forward and touched Yu Zhuo's abdomen through the blanket.

Yu Zhuo's expression immediately changed. He sat up and pulled the blanket over him: "What are you doing?"

“…I’m sorry.” He Lan withdrew her hand. “I was just trying to touch your forehead to see if you had a fever, but I misjudged the situation.”

Yu Zhuo: "Are you blind?"

He frowned and looked into He Lan's eyes. He Lan's pupils were no different from those of a normal person, bright and sparkling. When he blinked, it was almost impossible to tell that he was different from the others.

“It seems you really don’t recognize me.” He Lan sat up straight. “Everyone outside knows I’m blind.”

Yu Zhuo: "I already said, I got lost and wandered in here, I don't know anyone here..."

"Can I touch you?" Before Yu Zhuo could finish speaking, He Lan suddenly spoke up again.

Yu Zhuo: "..."

He Lan: "Is that okay?"

“No. I’m not sick, you don’t need to touch me.” Yu Zhuo refused decisively. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the silver system hiding behind the door.

It floated silently in the shadows behind the door, the silver light on its body flickering.

Seeing that it was staring intently at him, Yu Zhuo turned to look at He Lan a few seconds later: "My head hurts a little, can you check if I have a fever?"

As he spoke, he took He Lan's hand and pressed it onto his forehead.

In that instant, the light emanating from the silver system surged several times over.

Yu Zhuo was watching its movements. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, and then put He Lan's hand down again in less than three seconds: "How is it?"

He Lan sat upright in the chair, his pupils moving, his empty and blank gaze seemingly drifting lightly across the doorway.

He covered his palms and gave a barely perceptible smile: "You're still a bit hot, the fever hasn't gone down. You might have to stay here for a few more days."