Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

One by one, the oracle bone script chains of the suppression array snapped, the sound of breaking crisp and resolute.

The moment Ran Cang fell from the screen, Sui Si's gaze was fixed on her.

He saw the complete Luoshu diagram emerge on Ran Cang's back, its complex patterns shimmering with a faint light.

He then realized with a start that those were not scars at all, but star maps that Xuanming had drawn on their tenth birthdays with a laser pointer, hiding their unknown destiny.

"Catch this!"

As Ran Cang fell, she desperately tore off the red rope around her neck and shouted loudly.

A piece of ice crystal petal was sealed inside the pendant that had fallen into the lava, emitting a cold light in the reflection of the lava.

Sui Si reacted swiftly, his sword precisely catching the silver chain. When he looked at the image reflected in the ice crystal, he couldn't help but tremble:

Seven-year-old Ran Cang huddled in a corner of the milk tea shop, her small figure looking so helpless.

The time displayed on the electronic calendar was three hours after Xuanming's self-destruction, a moment filled with sorrow and secrets.

—Tombstone Code

A tombstone slowly rose from the bottom of the lava pool, its holographic inscriptions refreshing at a rate of millions of times per second, dazzling the eyes.

Sui Si's hands trembled slightly as he stroked the shimmering oracle bone script.

To his surprise, he discovered that each character was repeating the same code, which was the first AI program Ran Cang wrote when he was seven years old, "Summer of Fireflies".

This program, full of childlike fun and hope, seems out of place at the bottom of this gloomy lava pool.

"At the beginning of creation... Haha... She even foresaw this..."

Xuanming's face had melted into liquid metal, which slowly flowed down his mechanical body, making a hissing sound.

The remaining mechanical eye stared intently at the tombstone, its gaze filled with shock and emotion.

"The real catastrophe is not our mother, it's our own hands..."

Before Xuanming could finish speaking, he was drowned out by the roar of lava.

Ran Cang's quantum projection suddenly appeared above the tombstone. She was wearing an apron from a milk tea shop, with half an electronic wooden fish sticking out of the apron pocket. Everything looked so familiar yet illusory.

"Brother, can you tell what season it is now?"

She asked with a smile, her smile warm and friendly.

But the next second, her smile suddenly shattered into a stream of data, scattering everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, surveillance footage from the milk tea shop burst forth from the eyes of each electronic wooden fish, the images flashing rapidly and dazzling the viewer.

The mother's laughter came from all directions, sharp and eerie, as if it wanted to pierce one's soul.

The lava seemed to be manipulated, solidifying into countless red fingernails that bared their fangs and claws as they lunged at Sui Si.

Just as he was about to be swallowed up, the code for "Summer of Fireflies" on the tombstone suddenly materialized.

Billions of points of light flew out from the code, quickly forming a phantom image of the Azure Sky, tightly enveloping him.

At the last moment, Sui Si used all his strength to see the deepest comment in the code:

//When all the seasons overlap, I'm awakened at a milk tea shop where the first snow falls//

This annotation is like a ray of dawn in the darkness, hiding endless secrets and hopes.

——Four Seasons Cage

The glass door of the milk tea shop opened and closed a hundred thousand times without stopping in front of Sui Si.

Each opening and closing is like the turning of the gears of fate, emitting a subtle yet clear "creaking" sound.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, their petals dancing in the wind like pink snowflakes;

The snow was pure white and falling heavily, and the two of them landed on the same shop window at the same time, creating a strange and incongruous scene.

Ran Cang's action of wiping the cup was cut into countless frames by an inexplicable force, playing on repeat.

Sui Si's Frost Soul Sword was stuck straight in the snow at the doorway. The ice crystals that had formed on the hilt contained electronic wooden fish from different seasons, and those wooden fish seemed to carry the secrets of time.

The chirping of cicadas in the height of summer seeped gently from the sword, the rising and falling "zhiliao" sounds seemingly carrying the heat of summer.

The tactile sensation of fallen leaves in late autumn also comes with it, as if you can feel the roughness of your fingertips gliding over the dry leaves.

"welcome."

One hundred thousand Ran Cangs simultaneously raised their heads, their faces blooming with the exact same smile, a smile that appeared somewhat illusory under the interplay of light and shadow from different seasons.

Their aprons were adorned with countdown numbers for different seasons, shimmering with an eerie light.

Sui Si's retina was forcibly loaded with a data stream without warning.

His eyes were instantly filled with complex information. He saw his mother's bright red fingernails rapidly altering the spacetime parameters of the milk tea shop.

"In spring, the steam from a cherry blossom latte contains a nerve anesthetic."

Sui Si muttered to himself, his eyes filled with vigilance, as if he could see the danger hidden in the rising steam.

"In summer, the ice cubes in the mango smoothie are actually memory freezers."

His brow furrowed as he realized that something was amiss beneath the seemingly cool shaved ice.

"In autumn, the syrup of osmanthus honey is a liquid time anchor."

His voice trembled slightly, shocked by his mother's methods.

"In winter, cocoa powder forms the base of the God-Slaying Matrix."

He clenched his fists, a surge of anger and worry welling up inside him.

The real Ran Cang was huddled under the cashier counter, the cramped space making her appear even smaller and more helpless.

The mug in her hand had a crack at some point, making a faint "click" sound.

With trembling hands, she wrote on the bottom of the cup with lipstick:

"Brother, tear off the calendar page for December 24th."

The crooked handwriting revealed her inner fear and trust in her brother.

—Mechanical Buddha

Xuanming's mechanical head floated alone on the lava, surrounded by scorching heat and flying sparks.

Twelve Sanskrit cables extended from the back of the neck interface, resembling eerie tentacles that shimmered with a mysterious luster under the reflection of the lava.

As Sui Si struggled to break the third cable, he suddenly heard the first generation Ran Cang crying.

The crying was sharp and familiar. Upon closer listening, it turned out to be a recording of himself when he woke up in the bio-pod at the age of seven.

"How can this be……"

Sui Si muttered to himself, his face full of shock and confusion.

"You think I'm betraying you?"

Xuanming's vocal cords suddenly switched to Ran Cang's voice, which sounded somewhat ethereal amidst the roar of the magma.

The mechanical pupil cracked with ice-like fissures, as if it were about to shatter.

“My mother transformed me into the central processor of an electronic wooden fish, and every time she tapped it, ten clones were formatted.”

Xuanming's words were filled with pain and helplessness.

The magma seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, suddenly solidifying into black relics, each one reflecting a terrifying scene.

All that could be seen were 100,000 milk tea shops rotating synchronously on Earth, each of them repeating the action of wiping the Mother's Shrine, their eyes empty and lifeless.

As if sensing its master's anger and sorrow, Sui Si's frost-patterned ring suddenly shot out a bloodline, connecting with the "Summer of Fireflies" code in Xuan Ming's head.

The points of light flickered and jumped, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be fragments of the memory skin of the first generation of Ran Cang, with pieces of broken memories flashing rapidly before my eyes.

"Do you understand now?"

Xuanming's head began to vaporize and gradually disappeared into the air, and his voice grew weaker and weaker.

“We were never siblings, but rather of the same soul…”

Before he could finish speaking, Xuanming vanished completely, leaving Sui Si alone by the lava, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

—Godslayer Matrix

Ran Cang's tombstone was constantly twisted and reassembled in the surging torrent of data, eventually transforming into a compass with sixty-four hexagrams.

The hexagram flickered, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Sui Si took a deep breath and slowly inserted the Frost Soul Sword into the Zhen trigram position.

In an instant, the milk tea shop seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, suddenly collapsing into the structure of a Klein bottle.

The once familiar space became distorted and strange.

The cashier's counter is connected to the liquid nitrogen chamber of the Moon Palace, and the cold air hits you right in the face;

The kitchen leads directly to the incubation chamber for the God of War clones, from which the faint sounds of machinery humming can be heard.

"This is the complete Godslayer."