173: Chapter 173 Anchor Failure and Backup Plan 173: Chapter 173 Anchor Failure and Backup Plan “Anchoring failed!”
I am Li Mumu.
What day is it today?
Without a calendar nearby, I don’t know the exact time.
Where is this?
Am I on a ship?
Am I traveling somewhere with my mom and dad?
I can’t remember, but that doesn’t matter.
If there’s nothing in a person’s brain, then there won’t be happiness, nor will there be anger.
“Miss Li, are you feeling a little better?”
The boy in front of me, whose hair is so greasy that flies would slip and split upon landing on it, has come over to make idle conversation again.
I don’t like him much, but he’s become the person I’m most familiar with on this ship.
When I take walks on the deck each day, I see him more often than I see my own mother.
Unlike me, his mind is full of troubles.
He’s like an animal in heat at the first whiff of spring, throwing himself at any woman with a hint of attractiveness.
However, his skills at hitting on women are atrocious.
After all these days, he hasn’t managed to hook up with a single girl.
It seems I’m the only one who hasn’t outright rejected him.
Not that I don’t want to reject him, but I’m just too bored.
Aside from this greasy-haired guy, there’s really no one else to talk to.
A poor movie is still better than no movie at all.
What is a movie?
“Anchoring failed!”
“I really don’t think it’s my problem,”
Arthur took out a comb and a makeup mirror, tidied up his hair, and muttered a complaint to the dimwit in front of him.
The girl in front of him is pretty, but that’s about all she has going for her.
The first time they met, she almost threw up on him because of seasickness.
It wasn’t until later that he realized there was something mentally off with the girl—she wandered aimlessly on the deck alone, unresponsive to others, as if she could jump ship at any moment.
Seriously, her parents are so carefree, not keeping an eye on her.
Initially, Arthur had some interest in her, but after finding out she was dimwitted, he lost all interest.
I’m young, wealthy, and handsome, holding a Divine Artifact of charming women, surrounded by beauties on the ship I could choose from.
Under these conditions, expecting me to make a move on a dimwit seems like an insult to my dignity, doesn’t it?
I’ve already doubled my recharge, why won’t they give me a limited five-star?
If he had the experience of mobile games from future times, he would probably complain like that.
A 648-yuan purchase sank without a trace.
It’s unreasonable!
Arthur couldn’t understand, couldn’t accept it.
Back at Daddy’s company, all those sales girls were head over heels in love with me.
A flying kiss, and they’d throw themselves into my arms…
How come when I step outside, I can’t seem to unleash my charm?
Could it really be my problem?
No way do I have a problem!
Arthur, full of grievance with no one to share it with, ended up treating the only girl on the ship who hadn’t rejected him—the permanent five-star in the common pool—as his venting hole.
“I treat them to dinner, they eat.
I offer them red wine, they drink.
After eating and drinking, they pat their butts and leave.
Is that reasonable?”
“Why do they take me for a sucker?
Do I look like a sucker?”
After a resentful glance at the notebook, Arthur looked up at Li Mumu with anger: “Tell me, where exactly am I not good enough?”
Li Mumu pondered for thirty seconds, then cautiously suggested, “Why don’t…
you wash your hair?”
Her response rendered Arthur speechless.
Isn’t this the most fashionable style from Saifu Family?
And now even the dimwit dislikes it?
“You have a point.
I think your suggestion is good.
I’ll go wash my hair…
no, I’ll get a haircut, make a completely new hairstyle!”
Arthur turned and left, tossing the notebook carelessly onto the table.
He no longer cared much about the notebook.
“Every time it tells you where there is a beauty, making it sound all flashy and exciting, and then concludes with ‘not suitable for contact.’
“What’s the deal, are you kidding me?”
“Can’t I use my own eyes to see if there’s a beauty, do I really need your reminder?
What the hell are you good for besides reminding me?”
Because of repeated failures in approaching, he felt like a fool being played with and no longer liked the notebook much either.
Of course, the main reason was his own carelessness.
“Anchor failure!”
Li Mumu silently watched the back of the slick-haired young man as he walked away and reached for the notebook on the table.
“Anchor…
anchor…
anchor failure!”
After the owner left, the writing on the notebook quickly disappeared, but she managed to see the message left behind.
[Detected a beauty within range 9.]
[Real age: 14, descendant of the Freud family, divine envoy of Nyarlathotep, without any higher education.]
[Rated as extremely dangerous, absolutely not recommended for contact.]
……
“Anchor successful@#￥…
failure!”
Li Mumu turned her head to look around, the deck was deserted, with no one else besides herself.
Was it down below on the deck?
Or was it…
am I seeing another hallucination conjured by my own brain?
“Ah, sorry, I forgot my book here.”
A hand suddenly reached out from the side, interrupting the sluggish train of thought in Li Mumu’s mind.
Arthur reclaimed his notebook and looked at the blank pages, secretly relieved in his heart.
He had already walked more than ten meters before realizing he had left behind the notebook.
Although not very useful, it was still a miraculous magic object after all.
That little fool probably didn’t see anything just now…
Clop—!
While his attention was focused on the notebook, Li Mumu had quietly approached him from behind, and chopped the back of his neck with a hand.
Arthur’s vision darkened, and his body abruptly collapsed, his head hitting the table.
After positioning his body in a seated posture to make it look like he was sleeping, Li Mumu reached out for the notebook and flipped to the first page.
“Anchor failure…
multiple anchor failures, initiating backup plan.”
“Uncompressing virtual personality.”
[Your name is Li Mumu…]
When Li Mumu lifted her head again, her gaze had become clear and rational.
“I heard it clearly this time.”
The girl murmured softly to herself.
“Anchor successful, self confirmed.
I am Nightmare…
I am Sandbox…
I am…
a backup personality.”
[Rewrite successful]
[You finally remember your real identity, you’re not the original Li Mumu, nor are you Nightmare.]
[You’re the backup virtual personality that was automatically reactivated when she was in critical danger.]
[As an adjunct member of the Special Affairs Bureau’s headquarters for cybersecurity, testing virtual reality games is only Li Mumu’s personal hobby, whereas she excels at writing AI advanced cognitive models.]
[Now, please wake up Li Mumu’s primary personality as soon as possible.]
“Me?”
“Why don’t you tell me to go catch Monk Tang instead?”
Li Mumu’s cold gaze shifted to the notebook in her hand.
“I don’t care who’s behind you or what thing is manipulating this.
Since you’ve been highlighting your presence over and over, it implies we have room for cooperation.
Li Mumu’s current state is no good for any of us.
Take advantage of my goodwill before I decide to toss you into the sea and make yourself useful!”