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

Sui Si lowered his eyes and adjusted his tie, the silver tie clip reflecting a cold light.

The moment the system notification sounded, space suddenly distorted and warped:

[Mission complete. Entering the next world.]

[Character: Yun Suisi, ...sizzle...]

[Objective: Collect merit points]

[World Background: ...zzzz...]

[World...sizzle...]

The red alarm light suddenly filled the entire space, and countless error windows grew wildly like rotting vines, each pop-up displaying a scarlet warning sign.

Amidst the ear-piercing explosion, the system's voice became fragmented:

System failure, system failure.

[Failed to teleport to another world. Please try again later.]

The virtual avatar of 0525 was pixelated, and the mechanical voice was accompanied by a sharp electrical noise.

"??? Failure? Is there a problem with the network?"

The wormhole in the time tunnel must be blocked again! I'll contact the technical department right away... Wait a minute!

This error code looks so familiar! Wait, host! Don't touch those pop-ups!

It frantically switched into its maintenance robot form, with wrenches and screwdrivers hovering in mid-air, but it couldn't even grasp the fault window.

"They're quite good at making excuses."

Sui Si flicked his finger, sending the error pop-up window floating in front of him flying, watching the code turn to dust in his palm.

As he watched the system frantically trying to do its thing, he suddenly remembered the gentle touch of Jun Sui tidying his messy hair in the cultivation world.

"No need for all this trouble. Just listen to me and teleport us back to our original world."

The pixelated figure froze in mid-air, the wrench above its head clattering to the ground, echoing in the silent space.

"But, host!"

The task progress bar has only 9% left!

Going back now... the danger level in the real world is SSS+! Last time you...”

"I know where Ran Cang's life soul fragments are, so there's no need to look for them."

As Sui Si stood up, a black trench coat formed from flowing data rose around him, with code flowing on the fabric like a galaxy.

He reached out and touched the flashing error codes in the air, his fingertips glowing with golden lines that contrasted sharply with the scarlet warnings.

"and,"

He paused, his voice suddenly turning low, "You think I really don't know that this so-called 'system malfunction' was actually you secretly tampering with the transmission protocol?"

0525's mechanical voice suddenly became soft and sweet, like a child whose lie had been exposed:

"We've been found out... I just wanted my host to rest for a few more days..."

The system instantly switched to a crying cat emoji, with transparent raindrop effects floating around it.

"The real world is too dangerous... Every time I see you injured, my core programs fluctuate abnormally..."

Sui Si raised his hand and lightly rubbed the non-existent system's head, the movement as gentle as if touching a fragile piece of jade:

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

He gazed at the newly formed teleportation channel, where the surging data stream was like fragments of memory, flashing through countless worlds—the peach blossoms filling the sky at the wedding, the flowing liquid memories, the shattered soul crystals.

His eyes gleamed with a profound light that didn't belong to this data space. "Moreover, some truths should be confirmed by myself."

Some bonds deserve a true ending.

The virtual image of 0525 deflated like a balloon, eventually turning into a stream of light and disappearing into Sui Si's palm, its voice filled with undisguised worry:

"Alright then... Teleportation ready, countdown 3, 2, 1—"

In the instant the white light engulfed the entire space, Sui Si heard the system's final murmur, like a whisper that had traversed countless light-years:

"You must come back safely... This time it's my turn to wait for you in the real world."

The white light receded like a tide, and Sui Si's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings wet with morning dew.

When the familiar chandelier with its dangling crystal fragments came into view, he suddenly realized—this body was no longer being reshaped by the laws of the small world.

The red numbers "03:17" ticking on the bedside digital clock were particularly striking in the darkness.

Moonlight streamed through the blinds, cutting out silver-gray stripes and casting cold geometric patterns on the floor.

The air was filled with the gentle scent of cedar and sandalwood, the aromatherapy system he had set up before leaving was still diligently functioning.

He propped himself up on his hand, his fingertips tracing the fine checkered pattern on the bed sheet; the fabric felt so real it was almost unfamiliar.

Countless fragments of memories surged through my mind.

Sui Si rubbed his aching temples. Suddenly, a slight vibration came from the inside of his wristwatch. The moment the pale blue holographic projection appeared, he seemed to see 0525 frantically typing:

[Host! Your real-world life system has been restarted. Remember to check the basement!]

It also ends with three cute cat emojis.

As he walked barefoot on the cold wooden floor, Sui Si suddenly recalled the swift wind that swept past his ears when he was flying on a sword in the cultivation world.

The smart refrigerator in the kitchen sensed the owner's approach and popped out a compartment for storing glutinous rice flour with a "click," while the baking robot on the countertop automatically extended its robotic arm.

"I'll do it myself this time."

He said in a low voice, put on latex gloves, and scooped up the snow-white glutinous rice flour.

The oven hummed softly as the cake slowly rose to an enticing golden color.

Sui Si leaned against the cabinet, gazing at the thick, inky night outside the window.

The pale green countdown projected onto my retina by the basement access control system was slowly consuming the waiting time.

When the glutinous rice balls are coated with coconut flakes and the cake is covered with snow-white cream, he specially tied a silver bell to the edge of the flower-patterned gift box.

That was Ayu's favorite magical artifact.

As the iris recognition success notification sounded, the metal door to the basement slowly rose, and cool white light cascaded down like a waterfall of moonlight.

This place is less a basement and more a cocoon encased in a quantum computer and an energy shield.

With each step Sui Si took down a flight of stairs, the air around him became a little thicker, a silent warning from the energy field that maintained the stability of space and time.

The keypad of the combination lock lit up with a ghostly blue light, and his fingertips paused for three seconds on the number "0525"—which was both the system number and the order of Ran Cang's birthdate.

The moment the metal door slid open, the smell of disinfectant, mixed with the medicinal fragrance from deep within my memory, wafted over.

"Enter."

A hoarse voice came from the direction of the incubation chamber, carrying the awkwardness of mechanical resuscitation.

Sui Si felt as if an invisible thread was strangling his throat.

When the last isolation door was pushed open, pale fingertips, tinged with blue light, were resting on the bulkhead, and strands of hair were cascading down.

In those eyes, which were exactly like Sui Si's, there still lingered a sense of bewilderment that transcended countless worlds.

"Ayu, welcome home."

Sui Si's hand trembled slightly as she held up the gift box, the silver bells swaying gently, their sound carrying the weariness and joy of traversing countless small worlds.

Ran Cang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his lower eyelids gleamed with a mother-of-pearl-like luster. His nano-hospital gown fluttered with his steps, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

As the sweet, creamy embrace enveloped them, Ran Cang suddenly recalled those long-dormant years—in countless dreams, both real and unreal, a gentle voice always whispered in his ear:

"Await your return."

"Brother, I'm finally home."

Ran Cang's voice muffled on Sui Si's shoulder, and the fingers gripping the back of the other's neck twitched slightly.

Sui Si gently patted his back, his gaze sweeping over the vital signs monitoring screen on the wall. The blue light from the incubation chamber flowed across their faces, and for a moment, he was transported back to that rainy night when they first met.

He suddenly remembered the prophecy made on May 0525th:

Ran Cang's awakening will be the beginning of everything in reality.

And at this moment, the real warmth in my arms finally gave those bonds that transcended time and space a tangible weight.

Sui Si lowered his eyes to look at the slightly trembling figure in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly spoke.

"What a coincidence, today is May 25th."

He stepped back slightly and gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall from Ran Cang's eyes.