"The Galactic Battlefield?"
No matter how hard Lin Muci thought, she never expected the little system to propose such a thing. The Galactic Battlefield – the name itself sounded terrifyingly brutal!
"Going to that place… I'll lose my life, won't I?"
"Didn't you just say I'm utterly powerless?"
"You want me to go to the Galactic Battlefield? Isn't that like pushing me into a fiery pit?"
Lin Muci looked at the little system with confusion. She couldn't understand how the system came up with such a terrible idea. The little system, however, gave a silly chuckle, its voice suddenly much quieter.
"It's not like I'm pushing the host into a fiery pit."
"I wouldn't dare—"
"It's just that going to the Galactic Battlefield would be beneficial for the host!"
The little system was extremely excited, waving its hands frantically as if to prove its point. Lin Muci shook her head. She certainly didn't think it was that simple. A place like the Galactic Battlefield, filled with constant fighting and killing, was utterly unsuitable for a delicate little female beast like her.
"I'm not built for combat. Starting with all this shouting and fighting… If I were truly capable, I might consider a trip to the Galactic Battlefield."
"But right now, I'm as weak as a kitten, and you've given me a physique with incredibly high fertility. Going to battle… wouldn't that be inviting trouble?"
"The Galactic Battlefield sounds like a vast place teeming with powerful individuals. What business do I have there?"
A cold smile played on Lin Muci's lips.
Hearing her words, the little system blinked and put on a rather cunning expression. Lin Muci heard it speak.
"But, Host, only by going to the Galactic Battlefield will you have a chance to meet Ling Qianhe!"
The little system winked slyly at Lin Muci.
"Doesn't the Host want to meet him in advance?"
"Perhaps you could warn him, give him some psychological preparation, so he doesn't suffer too much… Host, you know how much pain he goes through every time he blackens. Doesn't the Host want to save him during his most dangerous moments?"
"Host, you are his redemption!"
The little system thought that mentioning Ling Qianhe would surely soften the Host's heart, given that she was the type of woman who said one thing and meant another.
However, the little system didn't anticipate Lin Muci rolling her eyes so directly and matter-of-factly. She then snorted and said.
"I don't care if he lives or dies."
"His suffering, but isn't he also becoming stronger each time he suffers more?"
"Isn't his hardship equivalent to undergoing a tribulation?"
"I can't be bothered with him."
"However… he's going to the Galactic Battlefield?"
Her tone finally softened slightly. Hearing Lin Muci's tone change, the little system eagerly told her.
"He's been conscripted!"
Lin Muci found this incredibly novel and couldn't help but show a hint of confusion.
"Conscripted?"
"What does it mean to be conscripted?"
The little system made a couple of tsks and then earnestly explained.
"The Council has allowed him to be the warden of the Eighth Prison for two reasons: one, they want him to hone his abilities; second, they have made a demand. If the situation in the Galactic Battlefield deteriorates, then he, as one of the exceptionally gifted super-powers, will definitely be sent to the Galactic Battlefield!"
"Didn't the Host know this?"
Lin Muci genuinely didn't know about this.
"Didn't you say he's rebellious and definitely wouldn't obey orders?"
Lin Muci raised an eyebrow and said.
"I find it hard to believe he would listen to the Council's nonsensical advice!"
"If the Council tells him to go to the Galactic Battlefield, he'll go?"
The little system replied.
"But the Council might be able to offer… conditions that would sway him?"
Lin Muci shook her head. She had stayed in the Eighth Prison for so long that she understood that fellow's personality too well. Making him compromise was almost impossible, given how proud and arrogant he was—making him compromise was akin to dreaming!
He would absolutely not compromise.
The little system, however, proposed another possibility.
"Then—"
"Host, I'm just saying, hypothetically."
"What if he agreed to go to the Galactic Battlefield with those damn Council members just to find you?"
"If that's his motive, Host, would you… choose to go to the Galactic Battlefield to find him out of concern for him?"
Lin Muci paused slightly upon hearing the little system's words, still feeling something was amiss.
"Can the Council help him find me?"
The little system continued its analysis.
"It's because the main system used a special technology to open a black hole when it transmitted the Host here. That's how you were directly teleported."
"The Host can think of it as a wormhole!"
"And besides that, the Council actually controls this technology as well. Of course, it was originally intended to defend against insectoid attacks and to react promptly to their incursions, which is why the main system made this technology available."
"And theoretically, after using this technology, one can trace back to the point of origin!"
"It leaves traces of its use. And if—if Ling Kuang realizes that you weren't taken by a black hole but by wormhole technology…"
The little system made a couple of tsks.
"Then, he will definitely find you."
"He will definitely find you with all his might, agreeing to the Council elders' numerous unreasonable demands!"
The little system gasped and then said worriedly.
"If he goes to the Galactic Battlefield and achieves merit, there's a real chance he might find his way here."
"So… I think it's better for the Host to take the initiative rather than wait passively!"
"Take the initiative?"
"Actively go to the Galactic Battlefield?"
"Won't that lead to an even faster death?"
No matter how Lin Muci thought about it, she still considered it a terrible idea.
"Isn't it better if I just stay here, wait for his story to unfold, and for him to find me?"
"I don't have to do anything, saving effort and worry. Isn't that great?"
At least in Lin Muci's eyes, that seemed incredibly appealing.
Hearing Lin Muci's words, the little system chuckled and tempted her.
"Doesn't the Host want to see his heroic demeanor on the battlefield?"
"Fierce and mighty during combat, persisting until the very last moment without falling—seeing him bleed, seeing him ferociously clash with others, I feel incredibly excited just thinking about it."
"Host, this is a different side of Ling Qianhe, with a unique charm."
Lin Muci rolled her eyes casually upon hearing the little system's words.
"A different charm?"
"It's not like I haven't seen it. What kind of scenes haven't we filmed together—"
"Unless he's beaten to his last breath, I'm not going to watch."
The little system froze for a moment and then changed its strategy to persuade Lin Muci.
"There really is."
"Host, would you consider going to take a look?"
"You can save him!"
Lin Muci said she didn't want to, but as the little system kept urging her, a part of her felt a stir of desire. After a moment's hesitation, Lin Muci asked the little system.
"Um, how do I get to the Galactic Battlefield?"