The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

"Ghost Voice, I love you!"

The shouts from Gu Cai's fans were overwhelming.

They shouted her name with fervor, and fireworks soared into the sky above the stadium, blooming into magnificent and stunning sparks.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the concert gradually came to an end.

She exited the stage draped in starlight and moonlight, leaving everyone in the audience speechless for a long time, as if she were still vividly dancing on the stage.

At the same time, edited versions of "Hana-Kimi" and "Super Boy" were also broadcast on major TV stations during prime time.

In the hospital room, Shi Youyou watched the dazzling ghostly sounds on the television, her eyes strangely calm.

She was diagnosed with severe paranoia and mild personality disorder and was forcibly sent to a mental hospital for treatment.

This place is more terrifying than being in prison.

She was confined to this small room every day, paralyzed and unable to move her limbs, only able to see the birds flying outside through the sealed window.

There is one hour of television time each afternoon, managed by medical staff.

Many patients here enjoy listening to Ghost Voice's songs. The hospital director believes that music therapy has a certain therapeutic effect, so when programs featuring Ghost Voice are shown, the nurses will specially show them to the mental patients.

She's been listening to Ghost Voice's songs for days.

However, she didn't find listening to Guiyin's songs enjoyable. When she saw Guiyin standing on the stage under the spotlight, she couldn't help but recall how she used to play the piano in the concert hall, under the same spotlight, under the same dazzling brilliance.

She couldn't accept that she had become disabled!

Facing the ghostly voice on the television, a maniacal smile spread across her face as she began to mutter to herself:

"who are you?"

"I am Su Ran."

"No, it doesn't seem like it. Su Ran isn't that dazzling."

"Then am I Ghost Voice?"

"Yes, that's right, you are Ghost Voice."

"Hahaha, Guiyin is more outstanding and better than Su Ran. Of course you should become someone like Guiyin."

"Yes, I am Ghost Voice, I am Ghost Voice. The one on TV is fake, she's impersonating me!"

"Damn it, they're just like Su Ran. Su Ran also likes to impersonate me. One day I'll go out and kill them all!"

A nurse sighed and pulled down the small visiting window.

He said to the doctor next to him, "Her condition is getting worse. She said her name was Su Ran before, but now she thinks she is Guiyin."

"Let's observe her further. Someone has spent a lot of money to treat her leg."

"Who is it? Why would someone be thinking about someone like that?"

"I heard her surname is Mei."

****

The waiting room after the concert.

With a thud, Su Ran kicked off her high heels.

"Xiaoyu, could you pour me a glass of water? I'm dying of thirst." Su Ran lay down on the bench, feeling utterly exhausted.

After saying this, seeing that there was no response for a long time, she finally looked up at the other person.

Li Yu stood there in a daze, his big eyes sparkling, looking extremely excited.

When she turned around again, she saw that Zhong Jue, Gu Cai, and the staff were all staring at her intently. She frowned slightly, feeling displeased. It would be one thing if one or two people were like this, but seeing a group of people like this made her feel offended.

"Why are you looking at me?" She rested her elbows on the table, propped her chin up, and looked unrestrained and a little wild.

Everyone looked awkwardly at the sky and the ground, but dared not look Su Ran in the eye.

"No, this concert was perfect, absolutely flawless," said the on-site photographer.

“Yes, to celebrate our great success, let’s all find a time to have a meal together,” Zhong Jue suggested.

"Why not take advantage of this opportunity? I know a really authentic hot pot restaurant."

When these words were spoken, Li Yu was the first to refuse.

"Let's do it another day. It's too late now. Didn't you see how tired Teacher Guiyin was? Besides, hot pot is not good for a singer's voice at all."

Su Ran gave her an approving look; Li Yu was always so considerate.

All she wants to do right now is go home and sleep; she can't participate in any social activities.

However, she felt something was off about the way people were looking at her.

A familiar feeling washed over me.

Su Ran subconsciously went to find a mirror.

Not found.

"Host, let's go home first. The little butterfly is tired." A glowing little ball flew out of the bag, its tone very solicitous.

Upon seeing the little butterfly, she realized she had turned off the heart rate sensor.

She turned on the sensor, and a wave of inner thoughts from Little Butterfly rushed in.

[Host, have you discovered something? Hurry back; the later you find out, the sooner we can escape.]

[The host's gaze towards me is getting increasingly fierce. Has she activated her telepathic sensor?]

[How about we run away now? If I run away from home for ten days or half a month, the host might feel sorry for me suffering out there when I come back.]

The little butterfly slowly moved outwards at a speed of 1 cm per second.

Just when it thought it was about to head towards the sunny road.

Two slender, white fingers gripped the throat of its fate.

It turned its head cautiously.

【Host~~】The last syllable of the sentence took a winding, circuitous turn.

This trick doesn't work.

The little butterfly trembled under Su Ran's cold and stern gaze.

"Xiaoyu, I remember you knitted me an egg-shaped pouch last time."

Li Yu was helping to organize a bunch of performance costumes when he heard his teacher, Ghost Voice, shout something.

"Yes, we do. We can use these to keep eggs warm if we don't have time to eat them for breakfast." She asked, "Teacher Guiyin, do you want to eat eggs?"

"No, I use it to store things."

In no time, the little butterfly was put into the egg pouch. And you know what? The pink chick-shaped egg pouch, with a pale yellow hat on it, looked incredibly cute on the little butterfly.

Then Su Ran pulled the rope on top suddenly. Little Butterfly, who thought her host had bought her new clothes, suddenly felt darkness before her eyes and could not see anything.

[Host! Let me out, this little butterfly is so scared.]

Su Ran held onto one end of the egg bag and spun around in the air.

This is nothing like being locked in a bag. At least when the little butterfly is in a bag, it feels grounded. But now it feels like it's bungee jumping, the kind where it could die at any moment.

"I'll let you out whenever I'm in a better mood," Su Ran said with a gloomy expression.

[Host, Little Butterfly is just a system striving towards its ultimate goal. Making you beautiful is my mission, Host. Waaaaah, I feel so wronged.]

The little butterfly cried loudly in the egg bag.

Su Ran lowered her eyes, ultimately unable to harden her heart towards the little butterfly, and could only patiently say:

"Little butterfly, do you know that beauty, when combined with anything else, is a winning combination? But when your ability to protect yourself is not enough to match your beauty, you will only become food for others."

Take Zhong Jue, for example. He may seem relaxed on the surface, but he is actually under tremendous pressure to help Su Ran reject invitations from a group of capitalists.

If her agent hadn't been Zhong Jue, she would have been besieged by a group of lustful and powerful people long ago.

"What are you afraid of, host? Little Butterfly can help you obtain many people's secrets, and no one will dare to bully you!" it retorted defiantly.

The little butterfly was clearly too naive.

Even if she knows many of their secrets, if she doesn't manage things well and makes those in power wary, she won't gain much benefit. She might even be attacked by the masses because she knows too many secrets.

Su Ran smiled and shook her head. "Little Butterfly is very powerful, but not enough. Those who hold the power of discourse will always stand at the top. Only when people's interests are intertwined can the relationship be the most reliable. I can understand that you want me to become beautiful, but before that, I must become a dragon that can guard the treasure."

[Host...] The little butterfly didn't understand the rest, but it understood one thing: the host didn't resist becoming beautiful!

That would be easy!

It won't give up!

Su Ran's career is growing ever stronger.

Her company, SR, has also paved a broad road to success in China.

After marketing and packaging, Ningzhi Pills have become a stepping stone to stepping out of China. Currently, they are undergoing the challenges of foreign testing agencies and foreign trade customs clearance in an attempt to knock on the door of overseas markets.

The hair darkening cream was also launched shortly after the press conference, and the first batch sold out in a short time.

With just a small bottle of skin-smoothing pills, SR has almost captured a significant portion of the Chinese skincare market.

In just one week, Zhu Hong uncovered several spies within the company who were trying to steal the secret formula. They came from different skincare companies.

She could already foresee the shockwaves that would ripple when she launched the eye brightening liquid; she might even become the number one assassination target in the eyewear industry.

****

After the National Day holiday, Su Ran was dragged by her senior to participate in club activities.

Zhou Yue pressed down on Su Ran's shoulder, her mouth stretching to the back of her head in a wide grin.

"Junior, it's been a month since we enrolled, and you're always so elusive. You should come and visit us."

"What you said is true, I've been too busy lately," Su Ran said, feeling embarrassed.

She's not just busy, she's practically everywhere she goes.

Since her appearance rating reached 72, even passing dogs would fawn over her. She instantly became an animal magnet when she went outside, and sometimes, after finally finding a secluded place to sleep, she would wake up covered in cats.

Each of them was fluffy and nestled against her, soft, cute, and chubby, making it hard to shoo them away. This made the little butterfly jealous.

The school newspaper somehow discovered this and took one photo after another of her helplessly holding the kittens and puppies, which looked particularly heartwarming and touching. For a long time, she was the cover girl for the entire campus.

Su Ran became more and more popular every day.

I received a dozen love letters on my way to class, some from boys and some from girls!

Just as I arrived at the classroom door, senior student Zhou Yue appeared!

She asked the club members to help pack up the love letters, and then called Su Ran to the club office, saying seriously:

"Su Ran, you haven't participated in any club activities for a month, have you?"