Chapter 97: 56.2

In the wake of the AI's monotonous voice, Han Yanyan went through the most marvelous process she had ever experienced in her life.

She thought she was a god.

She watched the stars move and the leaves falling and turning into food for the soil. She saw the dust floating in the air, reflecting the sunlight. She saw countless people, all of whom had a past and a future, every single one inextricably linked.

Among all these people, she caught sight of a single ball of light, the mission goal. She linked and interlaced him with other people.

Once the structure and logic of the world were established, countless data streams begin to flow into the framework. The AI filled the world with details, from the contents of a book, to the scent of a flower, to the color of a lipstick.

Logic and order created the world, and the details made it real.

Within these data streams, there were things that Han Yanyan needed. As she was constructing the framework, she secretly smuggled in a few things. For fear of violating some safety regulation and alarming Leo, she did her best to achieve her goal in a low-key manner.

Fortunately, no warnings were generated.

Just as the world was about to be completed, Han Yanyan looked at the different characters connected by countless silken ties of thread, and a new idea flashed through her mind.

She sent an mental order to the system, but this time, she was rejected.

"Denied. Administrator authorization is required to copy an existing character from a generated world. Please obtain authorization before performing this operation."

Han Yanyan was disappointed.

"Architect, does the world require any further changes?" asked the AI.

Restraining her emotions, she tried to be rational. "Is the time inside the world the same as real time?"

"The time within the world may be adjusted."

"How much real time did I spend conversing with Leo just now?"

"Five minutes."

"How long have I been in the system as an architect?"

"417 hours and 21 minutes. Do you wish to be accurate to the second?"

417 hours, over half a month...

Her eyes gloomy, she said, "It's slower than I thought. I remember that in the first world I built, I stayed for two months before the world collapsed. Leo said then that I didn't last ten minutes."

"Because the architect's behavioral trajectory did not intersect with the client's behavioral trajectory, time in the world proceeded at a high speed."

"Since it can be done at a high speed, why did it later become so slow?"

"Because the client's guardian and sponsor wished to participate in process monitoring. In order to ensure that the monitoring brain is able to receive the information, the velocity of the world cannot be too high."

"I see."

"Does the architect have any other questions?"

"Do I have permission to adjust the time velocity?"

"This permission is available. Architect, do you wish to generate the world?"

"Yes, but first..." said Han Yanyan, "Increase the speed of time..."

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The world was generated.

Han Yanyan opened her eyes, not in a hurry. She had a lot of time between now and when Leo got up.

The moment she opened her eyes, the information in her brain was activated, and everything she had outlined became detailed information filling her consciousness. This time around, she was once again an Eldest Miss and heir.

That was very good. Since she had created this world, eating bran and choking down stringy vegetables would make no sense.

When this Eldest Miss opened her eyes, she was lying on a soft, huge, magnificent bed in a dreamlike princess room.

Han Yanyan sat up, and first noticed the skinny arms sticking out of her nightdress, the small palms, and the flat chest underneath her clothes. She jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to see a little girl reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Although as cute as a jade statuette, still a child.

This Eldest Miss was only twelve years old this year.

Probably because Leo had gone to sleep and let her take full responsibility for the design this time around, this little Han Yanyan could be said to be the closest to her ideal "a face that could launch a thousand ships".

Han Yanyan really liked this face, and really looked forward to seeing what she would look like as an adult. Hopefully... she wouldn't be disfigured.

Having gazed into the mirror enough, she walked out of the bathroom. Her bedroom was very large, and on one side of the bed with a wide door. She walked over and pushed it open.

The warm sunshine fell on her, and she felt the cool morning breeze blew. Han Yanyan stepped onto the broad terrace in bare feet—in this house, the words 'broad' and 'wide' were the most often used descriptors, because this is not an ordinary house, but a tall, majestic palace.

Stepping into the morning breeze, Han Yanyan walked out to the railing of the terrace, and stared out at the manor. Something flickered in the distance. She squinted and saw a... hovercar taxi coming in from the gate.

This was one of Han Yanyan's little ventures. She had set the technology level of this world as more advanced than her own, and sure enough, it really did happen.

But for a technology madman like Leo, it was impossible for him to never have thought of this. Han Yanyan expected that although the level of technology here was higher than her hometown, it must be far lower than that of Leo's world.

It didn't matter. She wasn't trying to learn technology.

The hovercar stopped outside the main building, and a male servant greeted the newcomers. The car door opened. A woman emerged from within, holding a little boy.

It was the first time the little boy had come to the manor that his mother had been talking about for a long time. He had never seen such a gorgeous building before, and couldn't help but look up at it.

On the terrace, a little girl in a soft white gauze nightgown was looking down over the stone balustrade. Her long, wavy hair drifted in the morning breeze, and her features were too delicate to be true. When she caught sight of the little boy's gaze, she glanced at him and then disappeared over the terrace railing.

Just like the morning dew evaporated by the sun, leaving no trace behind.

The little boy was stunned. Was it an illusion, or had he just... seen an angel?

 

Shit...

Han Yanyan ran back toward her bedroom, her bare feet pattering on the floor and her face made of stone.

Earlier there had been too much information to absorb and too many things on her mind for her to react. But at that moment when she had seen the mission goal, she remembered that he was different from Yao. He was departed! He didn't even have a body! All that existed of him in this world was some "spiritual power source" of unknown form.

That wasn't the same as...

Han Yanyan rubbed at her arms to calm her goosebumps.

What a hell of a day!

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