My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Su Qing leaned back in her chair, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face. Her fingers slowly slid across the screen, but she didn't actually read a single word.

She's making a list in her head.

After being discharged from the hospital, the second bedroom needs to be tidied up first.

According to the task requirements issued by the system, Jiang Ran needs to stay by her side until she is fifteen years old, or more precisely, seven years and four months.

Over the years, she has been responsible for this child's food, clothing, shelter, education, medical care, and mental health...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but mentally review the examination report that the doctor had just read aloud.

Moderate malnutrition, iron-deficiency anemia, old bone fracture, five cigarette burns, severe social withdrawal, high risk of PTSD.

The beginning was a little more complicated than she had anticipated.

Su Qing mentally emphasized the words "mental health" and added a question mark next to "education".

She herself has hardly attended any formal schooling, how will she help with homework in the future?

But then I thought, Jiang Ran is only seven years old, she should be able to handle elementary school math.

[Host.] The system's voice suddenly rang out.

Su Qing didn't move: "Speak."

[Based on the current task progress and your mental activity data just now, I have conducted a comprehensive assessment. Do you want to hear it?]

"...You've already done the evaluation, how can I not listen?"

The system ignored her question and began broadcasting.

It was still that emotionless, synthesized electronic voice, uttering each word slowly and deliberately at a steady pace, like reading a dry financial report.

[Host's current physiological age is 18 years old, female, and her physical condition is rated A.]

[Task target: Jiang Ran, 7 years old, female, physical condition rating D, psychological condition rating E.]

[The host-task compatibility score is 81 points, which is higher than the system's preset passing score of 60 points, placing it in the "good" category.]

Su Qing raised an eyebrow: "81 points? That's pretty high."

[The main advantage is that the host's mental stability is significantly better than that of ordinary people.]

[The main points deducted are—]

  

The system paused for a moment, then displayed: [The host's behavior is too unpredictable, exceeding the system model's coverage, and cannot be effectively predicted.]

"Doesn't that just prove I'm amazing?"

[No, that means you're a problem.]

Su Qing couldn't help but chuckle.

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze falling on the small figure curled up in a ball on the hospital bed, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Two days ago, she was lying in a hospital bed in another hospital, suffering from a malignant tumor in her stomach. The doctor said she had at most three months left to live.

At that time, she didn't even have the strength to turn over. Every day, she stared at the ceiling counting the drops in the IV tube, her mind completely blank.

Then this thing that called itself the "Fate Completion System" appeared.

Su Qing still finds it a little funny when she thinks back on it.

She was in a daze, half asleep and half awake, when the ward suddenly became as bright as a stage. Countless points of light converged in the air to form a semi-transparent panel, on which various incomprehensible data streams and formulas were jumping.

A solemn voice echoed in her mind, using that reverberant tone, as if it came from the depths of the universe—

[Mortal, you have been chosen by fate.]

Su Qing was so weak at the time that she didn't even have the strength to lift her eyebrows, and she only thought to herself: What the hell.

The system continued in that grand tone, announcing: [I am the Fate Completion System, number NQ-7721, responsible for repairing individuals whose fate lines are broken.]

[Host Su Qing, a scan confirms that your destiny will be interrupted in three months due to stomach cancer.]

[A special mission is hereby issued to you—adopt Jiang Ran, whose fate line has been severed, and raise her until she is fifteen years old.]

[Upon completion of the mission, your destiny will be restored, and you will be reborn.]

It's told like a myth or epic.

The next second, the ball of light suddenly shrank into a tiny, fingernail-sized dot, floating listlessly in front of her, its brightness reduced several notches, as if the opening remarks had drained its battery.

The system was silent for several seconds, then spoke in a completely different, dry electronic voice: [Sorry, energy reserves are limited; the special effects were too high just now. Anyway, that's it. Do you want to continue?]

Su Qing laughed at that moment.

The patient with advanced stomach cancer experienced stomach pain when she laughed. She laughed while in pain, and tears almost came out of her eyes.

"Okay," she said.

Then her body was modified by the system.

Su Qing only remembers being enveloped in a warm light, the dull pain in her stomach gradually disappearing, her skeleton shrinking, her skin changing, and even her voice changing.

When the light faded, she lifted the blanket, looked down, and was stunned.

"Where is my original body?" she asked in her mind.

The system's response was concise and cold: [The original body's functions were insufficient to support the host in completing the task; an adaptive reconstruction has been performed.]

[A side benefit of the gender change was that Jiang Ran was far more accepting of adult women than adult men, thus increasing the mission success rate by 17%.]

"So you turned me into a woman?"

[Yes. ]

"...You should have told me beforehand."

[I didn't have enough energy at the time, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to finish speaking.]

Su Qing was speechless.

[Host.]

The system's voice pulled her back from her reverie: "[Your brainwaves showed noticeable fluctuations just now. Were you recalling events from two days ago?]"

"You can even monitor this?"

[able.]

"Then you should know I was enjoying my reminiscence, why did you interrupt me?"

The system paused for a second, then changed the subject: [It is recommended that the host begin developing a detailed task plan now.]

[Jiang Ran's psychological trauma exceeded expectations, requiring a systematic intervention plan.]

Su Qing ignored it, glanced down at the time on her phone, and saw it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the light in the ward changed from bright white to soft orange, and then dimmed little by little.

Su Qing put her phone away, got up, and turned on the small nightlight by her bedside. The warm yellow light had a small circle that only illuminated half of the bedside.

Jiang Ran was not sleeping soundly in bed.

Her brows were furrowed, and her small fingers gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles white, as if she were holding onto something she couldn't let go of.

Every now and then her body would tremble slightly, and her breathing would quicken for a few seconds before gradually calming down, only to repeat itself again after a few minutes.

Su Qing sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleeping face without making a sound.

"[Host,]" the system spoke again, "[The target's sleep quality is extremely poor, with an abnormally high percentage of REM sleep, indicating that the brain is repeatedly processing traumatic memories.]"

[Intervention is recommended to help her enter deep sleep.]

"How can we intervene?" Su Qing asked in her mind.

[Lullaby.]

[Lullabies with a steady rhythm and soothing tone can effectively reduce children's anxiety levels and promote deep sleep.]

[The system database contains 1,300 lullabies. Would you like me to recommend one?]

Su Qing scoffed.

"Do I look like someone who sings lullabies?"

The system paused for a moment, seemingly searching for data.

[Not likely. Your voiceprint analysis shows you're better suited to singing rock.]

"That settles it."

Su Qing leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and continued to stare blankly at the circle of light cast by the small nightlight on the ceiling.