My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 12

The system was born rational.

The system was born calm.

It had no emotions.

It was very rational.

03’s floating body glowed with a flickering light, like a hypnotic symphony.

“I am an Advanced System,” 03 said in its cold, mechanical voice. “Advanced Systems bravely face problems and don’t casually send error reports.”

The Main System had said everything was normal.

This was just the work pressure it had to face after upgrading to an Advanced System. If it failed a mission because it wasn’t yet familiar with the Advanced System’s mission mode, it would merely be a bold stroke of failure in its long and perfect career.

Mission failed.

Evaluation: Unsatisfactory.

Well, just a failure, nothing more.

“……”

The mountain that 03 had often stared at in the past now loomed over its small body as if it had gained physical form. Its four matchstick-like limbs hung limply, swaying in the nonexistent breeze.

The light within its body gradually dimmed, the dark circles under its eyes shrinking to their smallest size.

Ah, I want to turn black.

Bang.

The tightly shut door in front of it swung open from the inside. Feng Jue lowered her hand, her expression slightly disdainful as she looked at 03. “What are you muttering to yourself out there, flickering on and off? Are you throwing a tantrum because I left you outside?”

03 replied calmly, “No, I wouldn’t throw a tantrum at the Host. I don’t have—”

“Those kinds of emotions,” Feng Jue finished impatiently. “Then what do you want? Is it too dark outside and you want to hang on the wall like a candle?”

“……”

Human language is profoundly complex. After a long pause, 03, who always communicated politely with the Host, finally said, “If the Host needs me.”

This time, it was Feng Jue’s turn to fall silent.

She glanced in surprise at the glowing orb outside the door, then shifted her posture, crossing her legs and resting her chin in one hand while the other beckoned to 03.

03 slowly drifted closer.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were sulking and deliberately being cryptic,” Feng Jue said, tapping her fingers against the table, her eyebrow arched.

03 drifted to the spot where Feng Jue had tapped her fingers, settling there.

Is it sulking?

No, it wasn’t angry, 03 thought.

“Tell me, what’s wrong?” Feng Jue asked.

03 explained the inability to generate tasks. “Without tasks, there are no rewards. Without rewards, I can’t help the Host improve her strength.”

How can we compete with the Protagonist then?

At this rate, we’ll—

fail the mission.

A large, circular mark appeared on the Silver Orb’s face, resembling a human’s mouth gaping in shock.

Feng Jue chuckled, showing no restraint when 03 looked at her. “You still don’t truly understand me,” she said lazily. “I’m the princess of Lanyang Palace, the mistress of Lanyang City, and in possession of countless Heavenly Spiritual Treasures. Even without your rewards, I remain the most exceptional cultivator of my generation.”

Her narrowed eyes burned with fiery confidence, radiating a pride that scorned the heavens.

“Why would I need your so-called rewards?!”

03 opened the Shop.

“Supreme-Grade Nascent Soul Pill?”

Feng Jue’s arrogant smile froze. Tilting her chin, she declared, “The materials for the Supreme-Grade Nascent Soul Pill are rare, but with Lanyang Palace’s wealth, we can certainly gather them. We’ll simply hire a master alchemist at a high price to refine it!”

03 continued scrolling. “Chaos Sword Intent? It allows you to comprehend the sword intent of a Sword Immortal.”

The smile on Feng Jue’s face faded. “I don’t use swords.”

“Clone Puppet: Summons three puppets matching your cultivation level. In times of crisis, they can sacrifice themselves to protect you, each capable of withstanding a fatal strike from a powerhouse one realm higher than you.”

Feng Jue’s smile vanished.

“Fragment of an Ancient Divine Artifact: When fused with an ordinary artifact, it can elevate it to Supreme Grade. Spiritual Mountain Dwelling: A self-contained Minor World dwelling abundant in spiritual energy, which evolves as the binder’s cultivation advances—”

Feng Jue abruptly covered the glowing orb on the table.

“Advances,” 03 finished, sensing it was best to stop there.

As expected, Feng Jue said, “Silence.”

Covering the System, Feng Jue closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. When she spoke again, it was unclear whether she was speaking to the System or herself: “These treasures sound tempting, but obtaining them won’t be as easy as it seems.”

“Correct,” 03 affirmed. Indeed, acquiring them would require effort, just as it had worked diligently to earn enough Points to upgrade to a higher level.

Feng Jue exhaled, withdrew her hand, and snorted. “So you really are here to help me.”

“To help me cultivate my Inner Demon.”

Having faced both professional and trust crises, 03 vehemently rejected Feng Jue’s assessment.

“So, you’re actually… upset over this?” Feng Jue asked, struggling to maintain a calm tone.

What do you mean “this”? This is my entire System’s livelihood!

“I’m not upset,” 03 insisted.

And you claim you’re not upset? You’ve even transformed into a firefly.

Feng Jue rested her cheek in her hand, looking down at 03 with a smile—her usual mocking smirk.

Struggling to express its thoughts in human language, 03 finally said, “I feel…”

What was this feeling? The light on 03’s body flickered. After a moment, it continued, “Nothingness.”

The flat tone made it impossible to tell whether it was a statement or a question.

If it couldn’t assist its host in completing tasks, what was the purpose of its existence here? Without a task, what should it do?

A System’s life was a framework, a set of predefined parameters within which it operated methodically. Being suddenly thrown outside this framework left 03 disoriented.

“It’s like being back at my birth,” 03 said.

The first generation of Systems had no purpose, no direction. They silently drifted in the colorful cosmos, isolated from one another like specks of dust among the stars.

But back then, it hadn’t felt this sense of emptiness, because other Systems were quietly floating alongside it.

It wasn’t until the Main System pulled 03 into the new world it had constructed and tasked it with missions in various worlds and stories that this purpose became ingrained in its code.

Assisting its Host in altering their fate was its sole purpose.

The System’s goal.

The very reason the System existed.

Feng Jue rested her chin in her hand, her index finger pressed against her lips. After listening to 03 finish speaking, she suddenly understood.

“I get it now.”

03 tilted its head, looking at Feng Jue with expectant eyes.

Feng Jue lifted her chin, speaking with disdain. “You’re just too bored.”

“?” A question mark appeared above 03’s head.

“Don’t you Systems have anything to do but work? Even cultivators, beyond their cultivation, seek worldly experience across the four seas. Mortals, with their fleeting lifespans, are always busy. Tell me, what do you even do in your spare time?” Feng Jue asked.

“Except for work, I don’t do anything else,” 03 said earnestly.

Feng Jue fell silent.

A light bulb lit up above 03’s head. It snapped its matchstick-like fingers and exclaimed, “I’ve recently made a friend, the Friend System, and we’ve been having some good chats.”

The Friend System had even invited it out shopping.

If it were only 03 alone, it would simply do nothing, waiting for its next mission.

The Main System mandated a one-month rest period after each mission. 03 didn’t understand this rule, but it accepted it.

Feng Jue: “……”

She pointed out the window and ordered, “In that case, go to the Side Hall and keep an eye on Ling Shi and the new maid.”

“The woman named Xue who’s with Xue Bufan. I had Siyi arrange for her to be sent to Phoenix Perch Peak to look after the Fire Rock Jiao. She was once devoted solely to Xue Bufan, but now that she’s entered my Lanyang Palace, I can’t be sure if she’s still loyal. Watch her closely.”

“The Side Hall is near me, and there won’t be any major events in the palace recently. I’ll be entering the meditation chamber to cultivate. Keep a close watch on the woman and the Fire Rock Jiao in the Side Hall, and if anyone unfamiliar comes to Phoenix Perch Peak, report it to me immediately!” Feng Jue instructed.

The pinprick-sized circles around 03’s eyes popped back to their original size with a pop, and it floated up with a whoosh. “Understood, I’ll handle it,” it replied.

“What about the mission?”

It still had the task of altering its host’s fate.

Feng Jue said, “Keeping a close watch on them is part of the mission. If we discover that woman still has connections with Xue Bufan, we can naturally take action against him.”

So that’s how it was.

The dim light on 03 reignited, and its intelligence returned.

It opened the character panel and displayed one person’s information for Feng Jue.

“Xue Mengtao, the new maid’s name.”

After dutifully reminding Feng Jue of the woman’s name, 03 shot toward the Side Hall like a shooting star with a whoosh.

Its arrival and departure left no trace in the hall; not even the wind stirred.

Feng Jue stood frozen for a moment, then let out a scornful laugh. “What a fraud. She was clearly so happy.”

“But…” A hint of regret flickered in her eyes. “If not for the rules and her lack of a physical form, given her unwavering loyalty and those capabilities, if we cultivated her properly for our own use, wouldn’t she have been a formidable sword, striking true wherever we pointed? Alas, the world doesn’t bend to our will.”

Feng Jue lowered her gaze, muttering a curse under her breath.

“Damn you, heavens.”

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