My lord, spare his life!

"Beyond human control?"

Zhang Yang said he didn't understand.

"Isn't it said that humans don't have a fixed estrus cycle?"

The observation of the samples suggests that humans have the potential to go into heat at any time.

How can it be beyond human control?

Could it be that because Fan You is a game NPC, his so-called "desire" is just an outward manifestation of the game setting, and that his inner self is actually different from that of a real human? The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct, and he looked at Fan You with great disappointment.

She was disappointed by his lack of libido and impotence.

Fan You's pale face suddenly flushed red, filled with shame and indignation.

He suppressed the urge to vomit blood, saying, "I, Fan You, am neither a saint nor a shameless person who indulges in pleasure. If I were to abandon all sense of shame, how would I be any different from a beast?"

He found it difficult to utter that word at that moment.

"How is being in heat no different from being a beast?" Zhang Yang was increasingly confused as she listened; she didn't understand why Fan You was so agitated.

Fan You: "..."

He forced himself to faint from the suffocation.

Zhang Yang looked down at him and lightly tapped his thigh with her toe. He still didn't wake up, his breathing was still weak, and she was certain Fan You was truly unconscious. She sighed, "I was even looking forward to it, what a disappointment."

Shen Zhi: "..."

He wasn't worried at all about Fan You's "Descending Stars of Wrath" affecting Zhang Yang, who not only had a blockhead but also a heart of stone. He glanced at Fan You with pity: "I'll go and fetch a doctor to examine him, lest he really die from his illness."

Zhang Yang waved his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

With Zhang Yang's help in sharing the burden of "The Stars Subdue Evil," Fan You's condition has basically stabilized. His coma is just his body's self-protective mechanism taking effect, and sleep will help him recover faster.

Shen Zhi: "That's excellent."

The moon sets and the stars fade; dawn breaks in the east.

In the middle of the night, Fan You suddenly developed a high fever.

He slept very restlessly that night, plagued by a series of fragmented and chaotic terrifying nightmares, one after another. It wasn't until the morning light streamed through the cracks in the window and fell onto his eyelids that he finally opened his eyes, exhausted. His body was weak and powerless, and the hunger in his stomach was exceptionally intense, as if someone had thrown hundreds or thousands of venomous snakes into it, each one gnawing at the walls of his stomach.

This pain made him subconsciously think that the wrath of the stars was acting up.

His extensive experience in dealing with such situations had conditioned him to immediately bind himself to restrict his movements until the wound was aggravated. The tearing pain brought him back to his senses, and the events of yesterday flashed before his eyes. When he realized that his current state was due to hunger, not a flare-up of the Starfall, he first relaxed his brow and breathed heavily, then let out a mocking laugh without warning.

"……that's all?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A sudden burst of sunlight blinded him, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes until his vision adjusted, and then lowered it, finally seeing the person clearly. It was his new master, whom he had served yesterday.

Fan You pursed his pale, wrinkled lips, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He felt no loyalty to Zhang Yang, but genuine guilt. He knew firsthand how terrifying the doubled calamity of the celestial beings was. It was something that still chilled him to the bone, yet an innocent person had shared its burden. Even though Zhang Yang had asked for it, it didn't mean he could so readily drag someone down with him.

If he were still rational, he would never have done it.

Fan You felt disgusted with himself for his actions the night before.

"You're awake?"

"Greetings, my lord... My lord, please forgive me for being unable to rise and greet you." Fan You was not used to calling Zhang Yang his lord, but he knew it was a fait accompli and he couldn't betray him. Once he had said it, the rest of his words flowed much more smoothly.

"Okay, eat. I have something to do later."

Zhang Yang came to deliver breakfast to Fan You.

This was something Shen Zhi bought from a stall near a residential building. It looked ugly, tasted bland, and had a rough texture—the kind of food that made you not want to take a second bite. Zhang Yang only ate two bites hastily, mentally cursing the game planner a thousand times over.

The game designer must be mentally disturbed.

On one hand, the game is set in a post-apocalyptic wasteland where the industrial chain has long been destroyed, production has stagnated, resources are scarce, and the staple food of the poor is dried earthworms. On the other hand, the game has the 30 million adopted grandson of the scavenging old woman hand-making all kinds of delicacies and medicines, each of which makes Zhang Yang feel an urge to swallow her saliva frantically. She still doesn't understand how agate, jade, wild grass, meat, and bones could be used to make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

She secretly imitated it, ruining no less than a hundred pots.

Watching Fan You treat the food with such seriousness, she sighed—

NPCs have it tough.

Because Zhang Yang said he had something to do, Fan You didn't delay his mealtime and only ate about half full to relieve the burning pain in his stomach.

"What are your orders, my lord?"

Zhang Yang took out the plan from his game backpack.

This plan was revised by her and Shen Zhi.

She and Shen Zhi combined had an intelligence score of 92, while Fan You alone had 93, making her slightly smarter than them and likely capable of providing feasible and effective advice. Fan You, puzzled, opened the document, gently stroking the smooth paper. A sudden, thunderous shock seemed to surge within him, yet he calmly and meticulously examined it. Given that Zhang Yang's handwriting was illegible to ordinary people, this document had been copied by Shen Zhi.

The title is "Unifying the Three Enclosures, Four Symbols, and Various Countries".

What's next?

That's all.

Fan You: "..."

He suspected he was still soaking in the water dungeon, and that this hallucination was the result of his delirium: "What does the lord mean?"

"Is the title not obvious?"

Zhang Yang looked at the panel data and then at Fan You.

Is this all the comprehension ability someone with a 93 level of intelligence possesses?

Could it be that the panel data is based on a thousandth of a percent instead of a percentage?

The product doesn't match the description! You're a scammer!

Fan You: "..."

The title was so obvious that he thought the new master, who had appeared out of nowhere by chance, was making fun of him.

"Is this... the lord's lifelong ambition?"

Fan You tried to use euphemistic words.

Zhang Yang retorted expressionlessly, her peach blossom eyes seemingly accusing Fan You of humiliating her: "How can this be a lifelong ambition? It's just a task like this, how could it possibly cost me my prime years? At most, it occupies a corner of my life, my future is much grander."

Spend your whole life completing tasks that countless Homeworld players have finished?

Is it an overestimation of the game designer's intelligence?

Or did they underestimate Zhang Yang's strength?

"A grander future?"

"I will transform this world into the world of my dreams." The home map is so large that she could play it for a lifetime. Even if the game developers update it with other gameplay features in the future, she estimates that she could play it for many years without getting tired of it.

"An ideal world?"

"That was an absolutely wonderful world."

Constantly mimicking and observing samples is exhausting, and she also has to remember the ironclad rule etched into her soul, lest the game developers discover the existence of this "bug." The game's home, as a relatively independent and private space, is where she can finally breathe.

Fan You gradually toned down his dismissive attitude.

He sat and looked up at the boy because his legs were not good for walking.

Zhang Yang was taking on his burdens, and as his star lord, he could use this relationship to vaguely sense her true feelings at that moment.

The ambition of a young person is as firm as a rock, not a joke.

Since suffering such a great calamity, he had almost forgotten what it felt like.