Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Innate Talent - As Love Writes: The world is kind to her, and she is kind to the world in return. In the game, choosing to rest, play, or engage in other activities unlocks the Angel Path. While resting or playing, you automatically gain experience points, and your chance of good luck increases by 100%."

"Inherent Talent - Etched with Hatred: The world has been cruel to her, and she will repay it with blood. In the game, choose gameplay such as combat and killing to unlock the witch route. When fighting and killing, experience points are doubled, and the critical hit rate is increased by 100%."

Note: Once a route is selected and activated, it cannot be changed.

Cheng Cheng looked at the two talents and fell into deep thought.

One life is a noble true damage, a pure number with no mechanics whatsoever, nothing much to say about it.

As for talents—choose between the Angel route and the Witch route?

It feels like we've played a similar scene in a remote corner of Muli before...

He continued reading.

"After selecting the game character 'Freya', you can switch to control the game character 'Sylvia' at any time, and 'Freya' will return to her natural behavior state, and vice versa."

"Both characters exist within the same timeline."

Ok?

Cheng Cheng was stunned.

In other words, there are two characters existing in the game world at the same time: Sylvia does her thing, Freya does her thing, and he can switch between controlling one of them at any time.

Cheng Cheng touched his chin.

understood.

This is similar to those games with two main characters—you can level up while AFK, doubling your efficiency.

After thinking about it, he decided to choose the angel route.

After all, fighting and killing is too tiring. Who would want to grind when they can level up while lying down? Besides, "100% increase in luck chance" - that sounds very useful, not to mention that the one-life effect obviously forces you to play the angel route.

Okay, from now on I'll switch to Freya when I draw cards.

Thinking this, Cheng Cheng clicked "Start Game," and the world before him began to distort, fade, and recombine...

…………

The swing swayed back and forth, and Cheng Cheng opened his eyes.

He saw the pale golden morning light and smelled the faint fragrance of dried irises mixed with the scent of cashmere blankets baked in the sun.

Waking up on the swing, Cheng Cheng felt a slight surprise at the body that was even lighter and more petite than Sylvia's. His snow-white bare feet stepped on the thick carpet and began to explore the bedroom.

The room wasn't big, with a small bed, a computer, and a soft-cushioned swing on the balcony—Freya had fallen asleep on this swing while basking in the morning sun, and a thick carpet on the floor.

The wardrobe door was open, and inside hung some small clothes and a full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe.

The reflection in the mirror showed a pink-haired little girl.

She had short, pink hair that reached her shoulders, light blue eyes, a small face with a delicate chin, and slightly chubby cheeks. Her lips were a natural pink, and she was slightly parted in surprise. The shoulder strap of her white dress had slipped down to one side, revealing her fair collarbone and slender shoulders.

He looked to be about 1.4 meters tall and around eight or nine years old.

Whose child is this?

This...this is too big a difference between the model and the character illustration!

Seller's photo: A beautiful young woman in the prime of her youth, with a great figure, as stunning and captivating as a moonlit dream.

Buyer's review: Petite and cute, average figure, but a pink-haired little girl with a promising future.

Isn't this deceptive advertising? Is she still herself after the modeling changes?

Cheng Cheng was furious, but also overjoyed.

That was a great scam!

Roses don't need to grow tall; lovers will bend down to appreciate them. Cheng Cheng is someone who knows how to bend down to appreciate roses; otherwise, he wouldn't know so many little loli mothers.

Just then, a voice exploded in Cheng Cheng's mind:

"Who are you?! Get out of my body!"

So fierce...

Freya's voice carried suppressed anger, but that was actually a normal reaction—someone like Sylvia, who quickly accepted it and then considered it divine revelation, was abnormal.

“I am Hakimi Mambo, a god,” Cheng Cheng explained. “I come from a world called Teyvat…”

"I don't care where you're from or how you found me, get out of here!" Freya's consciousness warned in her mind. "Getting involved with me won't be a good thing for you!"

"I regret to inform you that it is not possible."

Seeing that the other party was so uncooperative, Cheng Cheng didn't give her a kind look either. She raised her delicate hands and pinched her chubby cheeks hard, then started making faces at the mirror: "Don't you understand the situation? I can control your body at will and do whatever I want, while you can't do anything!"

"Waaaaah..."

Freya let out a low moan, seemingly taking a long time to come to terms with reality, and gritted her teeth as she asked, "So, Mr. Mambo, who exactly are you? How did you find me?"

"Are you willing to listen to me now?" Cheng Cheng sneered. "I come from a world called Teyvat. It's a continent shrouded in seven elements... In the end, I traveled through countless worlds, searching for those buried geniuses, nurturing them, honing their skills, helping them break free from fate, and become powerful enough to shake the world. Then I returned to Teyvat to help me reclaim everything I had lost..."

He repeated the lines he had spoken to Sylvia to Freya verbatim, took a breath, and spoke each word with conviction:

"And you are that genius!"

silence.

After a long while, Freya finally processed Cheng Cheng's words and asked in confusion, "So, you didn't come here to take me back?"

"Take you back?"

"No, it's nothing." Freya paused. "Can you really help me with my cultivation?"

“Yes.” Cheng Cheng nodded and began to list success stories. “I have already helped a girl in this world, controlling her to quickly climb from an ordinary person to the late Silver Rank in less than a week—your cultivation level is higher than hers, so it will definitely be easier for you to train.”

"Do I want to be controlled by you too?"

"Correct."

"Actually, I can cultivate myself!" Freya tried to bargain. "God-man, as long as you provide help... no, you don't need to provide any help, I can cultivate myself into a god and go to Teyvat to help you fight the Bright Tide!"

"No, I must control you."

"Can I take this as your declaration of enslavement?"

"I will defend to the death your right to imagine freely."

"absurd!"

Deep within her mind, Freya's consciousness gritted her teeth in anger, secretly vowing, "I will fight against you, how could I be your puppet!"

Chapter 40, The Runaway Princess of Konoma

What should we do next?

Cheng Cheng fell into deep thought.

Unlike Sylvia, who had a main quest right from the start and survived the sacrifice of the Primal Cult, Cheng Cheng had to outwit Cicero for dozens of rounds before finally finding a way to break the deadlock.

What about Freya?

He had just entered her body when he was perfectly fine and stayed home sleeping.

No missions, no crises, no enemies.

Just a little pink-haired girl, comfortably lying on the swing sunbathing.

Cheng Cheng scratched his head.

If there are no quests, then you'll have to find something to do yourself—level up.

He remembered Freya's talent.

"Innate Talent - As Love Writes: The world is kind to her, and she is kind to the world in return. In the game, choosing to rest, play, or engage in other activities unlocks the Angel Path. While resting or playing, you automatically gain experience points, and your chance of good luck increases by 100%."

In addition, the extra damage from talents becomes true damage, and the experience gained from the Angel route is doubled.

In other words, for Freya, the best way to level up is not by fighting monsters, cultivating, or exercising, but by playing.

I know this very well!

Cheng Cheng decisively moved his body to the computer in the room and pressed the power button.

Fortunately, apart from firearms, the technological level of this world is not too different from that of Earth—plus, Cheng Cheng had come into contact with the computers of this world on the fourth level of the underground city, which were similar to those on Earth, so he was not unfamiliar with them.

The screen lights up, and the desktop is clean, with only a few folders.

Freya's heart leaped into her throat.

What is Mr. "Mr. Genius" doing when he suddenly turns on his computer?

Those folders contain some things she's been investigating on her own—if he opens those folders, he might discover her true intentions, and then things will get complicated!

She stared nervously at Cheng Cheng's mouse, afraid that he would click on any of the buttons.

However, Cheng Cheng did not.

He opened his browser and started searching.

"What are you looking for?" Freya asked cautiously.

"game."

"game?"

“Yes, games.” Cheng Cheng said while browsing the web. “Why do some people not have games installed on their computers? What’s the point of buying a computer then?”

Freya: "..."

You suddenly took over my body just to play games? Can't you afford a computer yourself?

"Didn't you say you'd help me train so I could defeat Mingchao?" Freya's questioning voice echoed in my mind. "I'm a mage, and my training method is to keep practicing magic until I run out of mana—aren't we going?"

"No," Cheng Cheng shook his head, "You want to go play."

"……what?"

Freya thought she had misheard.

“Play?” Her voice rose several octaves. “How can I have time to play? I still have goals to achieve, loans to pay off, and mistakes to correct—right now I need to earn money to buy upgrade materials and I need to keep training. If I go off to play, how will I become stronger? How can I stop?”

"My mother needs me, the kingdom needs me, humanity needs me, needs me, Freya!—How can I go play?!"