It seems that the villain is targeting me.

This is like rescuing a cancer patient without obvious symptoms - you know that the patient is indeed sick, and if you are lucky you can even know where the lesion is, and then you can choose the treatment method accordingly: surgery to remove it, or conservative chemotherapy.

But whether the tumor is malignant or benign, whether it will spread to other places, and whether the patient's body can withstand the intensity of the treatment are all completely unknown.

Part of it depends on fate, and part of it is you have to bite the bullet and figure it out on your own.

So the danger of the correction task lies here: Generally speaking, correcting a twisted node will cause a butterfly effect, just like there will definitely be complications in treating a tumor.

Especially at some key plot points, if you correct the distorted nodes too forcefully but not strongly enough to completely rewrite the story, then fate will eventually lead to the final story ending in some distorted way.

This can actually be regarded as a fight against fate, and the system is well aware of this.

The master controller is good at performing such operations. He sends the system and the corresponding traversers to each small world, and finally converts them into energy to supply the main world - the cause and effect points are the digital embodiment of this energy.

Most of the time travelers come from the main world. The existence of the Son of Fortune may be rare in the small world, but in the main world, because the dissipated energy permeates the air for a long time, basically everyone can be considered half a Son of Fortune.

Therefore, these talents can escape the screening of the world's will and successfully complete the process of crossing or reincarnation.

Yes, to the world's will, people like Xiaoniao are actually stowaways to a certain extent.

When the system first contacted her, Xiao Niao actually didn't believe what the system said - she was contacted when she was in a car accident, and she had no choice at all. She was basically forced into this situation, and the system was undoubtedly taking advantage of her misfortune.

This made Xiao Niao remain alert and vigilant towards it at the beginning.

After years of getting along, Xiaoniao gradually developed trust in Tongzi.

In fact, the system did lie to the bird at the beginning.

The purpose of the master controller is not to save lives, but to earn a large amount of causal energy by correcting the distorted nodes of each small world.

For the master controller, the key is not to change the fate of destruction, but to change the fate - a large number of people who would have died survived, which will generate huge causal energy; similarly, a large number of people who would have survived died, which will also generate huge causal energy.

For the world will that already has distorted nodes, the latter will cause fatal losses.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal that the world's will would specifically target these illegal immigrants.

The controller does not have any special criteria when selecting time travelers. Apart from preferring young people, there are no other unnecessary conditions.

Every chosen traverser has a different personality. Some are cautious and introverted, while others are radical.

The systems specially trained by the master controllers generally knew how to adapt to the changing circumstances. They would create a logical story based on the personality of each host and assign them tasks:

This one is assigned to save the world, that one is assigned to genocide.

To the master controller, there is no difference between the two; they are both merely means of creating causal energy.

This is the system's biggest secret. The confidentiality instructions regarding this intelligence are written in its underlying code. If the system is leaked in any way, it will be destroyed even when it is offline.

The system was actually very fortunate: at the very beginning, it had a cold calculation in mind and designed a task that Xiao Niao could most accept based on her personality. Its ultimate goal was nothing more than to earn a large amount of causal energy.

This was originally a very short-term task, which would last for two to three years at most. After all, the system was also a novice in this regard, and the world given to it by the master controller would not be particularly difficult.

But who could have imagined that in the process of guiding Xiaoniao to reincarnate, it alarmed the existence of the world's will.

The system's functional modules were nearly destroyed by the latter's attack, and the communication module was completely out of service, completely disconnected from the main control. This originally "short, flat and fast" task turned into a difficult tug-of-war.

But the system knew clearly that it would not be long before the main controller would discover the situation of this small world, take the initiative to repair the damaged communication module, and come to find it personally.

This is because the bird had just earned a full 60,000 karma points, changing the fate of hundreds of thousands of people - this was basically the sum of the gains of two or three ordinary worlds.

Every 50,000 points is a hurdle. Such a large amount of income will definitely attract the attention of the main controller.

Sure enough, not long after Xiao Niao asked it to check the progress of the task, static sound appeared in the frequency band that had not flashed for a long time. The system was briefly separated from the host, and Xiao Niao didn't know what it was doing.

[CQ, CQ, number 71603, please answer.] It was the master's voice. Unfamiliar data streams flooded into the system's perception module. [This is a temporary communication, a brief status report.]

[QSL, No. 71603 responds.] System No. 71603 responded according to standard procedures, [Under attack, functional module damaged, requesting the master control to perform a manual return operation.]

The main control briefly paused for a few seconds, as if it was transferring data.

"You have been in this world for 21 years, 5 months, and 472 hours, meeting the duty limit and the expected gains," the master controller said. "What is the wish of host number 71603?"

The system tensed up, trying its best not to reveal any unnecessary emotion, and said in a rigid tone:

【Return to the main world.】

The master control is paused as usual. The database is very large and searching takes time.

The main controller said: [The host's body in the main world has been declared dead. Please notify him to change his wish.]

The system's source code was silent for a moment.

In fact, it has already been mentally prepared for this situation.

It was ready about five or six years ago.

[…No. 71603 is applying for special compensation for the host.] The system's mechanical voice sounded dull at this moment. [The damage to the reincarnation module was actually an operational error on the part of the system itself.]

The data flow is interrupted.

This was also the first time the system encountered such a situation, which made it feel at a loss.

It waited in maddening absolute silence for nearly a quarter of an hour before the sound rang out again.

But this time, it was no longer a cold and templated conversation process, but unexpectedly, it had a bit of humanity.

The controller's voice sounded like that of a tired yet dignified middle-aged man, but the voice lacked obvious personal characteristics, and the system could not tell whether it was male or female.

"You have a total of 1047 violations and one major technical error," the controller said. "You've been out of touch for too long, and your functionality has been compromised. I wasn't going to bother with you."

The system didn't know how to respond and could only remain silent.

"The main world is busy, I won't make a second contact," the controller said. "Last chance, are you sure you want to apply for special compensation?"

The system replied dryly, "OK."

This time the master control was very straightforward: [Approved. After you complete the repair of the world distortion node, I will

Host No. 71603 performs manual return operation.

This time it was the system's turn to be surprised: [What the—what's going on? Hasn't the distorted node been corrected?!]

[Yes, that's true, but your corrective actions have caused a butterfly effect, and the world's will has experienced a rejection reaction.]

This is the worst-case scenario.

The master controller said this before disconnecting and leaving.

I'm sorry, 71603.

Chapter 54: A Completely Different State of Mind (Please Order First!)

Gwyneth was not a clumsy or slow child.

After spending many days together, she had already figured out where her inner throbbing was directed at, and she also understood why she had been so distracted during those few days.

The revelation of the answer made her feel nervous but also at the same time, she felt a sense of security as if everything had been settled.

I read too much idle literature, Gwyneth condemned her own wide-ranging reading.

She didn't understand why writers always loved to write about this: the admiration of an innocent girl for a steady older man, curiosity, admiration and pure desire mixed together, like a sticky potion brewed by a witch, catalyzing the deepest desires in people's hearts.

Gwyneth originally thought she would never have such feelings for anyone.

Of course, Gwen had actually fantasized about this sort of thing when she was a little girl.

She thought that she would grow up day by day and become as beautiful as her mother when she was young. Then, a knight as brave as her father would fall in love with her.

That person would politely invite her to dance at the dinner party and gently kiss the back of her fingers amid the blessings of her relatives and the priest.

But when Gwyneth really grew up, she no longer fantasized about such things. She began to understand that upright people like her father were extremely rare in this era, and most of the big men she knew were as dissolute as beasts.

Gwyneth thought more about her responsibilities and her obligations to her family. She is actually a person with a strong desire to protect others. Gwyneth hopes that her cherished family can live a happy life.

For this, she could even endure such a nightmarish engagement.

Until a little bird appeared.

Oh my God, a little bird came knocking on her window - it caught her off guard and flew into her room in a whoosh.

Gwyneth tasted that green and sweet feeling for the first time. The guilt of falling in love with an unsuitable person not only failed to stop her, but made the girl even more addicted.

Before this, Gwen had seen Prime Minister Butcher many times handling official business or reading books at his desk. When she was close, she could see the blue veins on the inside of the Prime Minister's thin wrist.

She observed carefully: the man would use the wing of his left hand to hold the cover steady, and then slowly turn the pages with his slender knuckles. Gwyneth knew nothing about agricultural seasons; she was just curious about how the pages would feel as those hands turned them.

Sometimes Gwyneth would feel ashamed of the messy thoughts that popped up in her mind one after another, but she quickly comforted herself: It’s not a bad thing, it’s normal, everyone is like this.

Of course, Gwyneth is at the right age, she is young, beautiful, well-developed, and her hormones are thriving. It is the time when she is just beginning to fall in love.

And if there is a person with such a clear face, and he carefully takes you away from the dance as if you were a rare treasure, then any agitation is actually understandable.

What's more, Butcher's tolerance and gentleness towards her was almost beyond common sense, which made Gwyneth want to ask for more - she kept asking for more and wanted to know where the other party's bottom line was.

The young man was filled with sincere and passionate love, and wanted to tell the other party everything immediately, but he was worried that his sudden enthusiasm would scare away the sensitive and alert little bird, so he had to endure it.

What's going on? It feels even harder than weight training, she couldn't help complaining.

Be more reserved! Gwen said to herself viciously in her heart.

During these days, the imperial army remained stationed in the original place and did not immediately set out to return to the capital.

This is because the army captured too many prisoners of war, forcing them to stop temporarily for a while and deal with the prisoners in batches.

The surrendered Jialan people were relatively easy to deal with, but the problem of the horse slaves was much more complicated.

Many of them were citizens of the empire who originally lived on the border. Those who could tell their names and places of origin were sorted out and gathered together. The Prime Minister would send someone to take them on a journey and ask their family members to come and identify them.

When the residents of the border city received the news, they all rushed out of the city gates, forcing the lord who managed the city to cancel the restrictions on leaving the city that day so that the poor people who had no money to pay the exit fee could also come out of the city.

Gwyneth then heard a series of voices calling for their relatives and wailing. These people were calling for their fathers or husbands, crying and shedding tears on their little sons who were abducted by the Galan people.

However, there are more wailing sounds that have no meaning at all, but can make people sad and cry just by listening to them.

They came to collect the bodies of their loved ones.

Even those who were able to be buried were lucky, at least they could be mourned by their relatives after death. On the battlefield, there were many more fellow countrymen or people they did not know.

The body of the horse slave was in pieces.

These people were hastily buried on the battlefield and no one knew their names.

Gwyneth was deeply moved as she watched these scenes of family members meeting each other or parting ways with life and death, and she gained a deeper understanding of what she had done.

It turns out that this is what Butcher meant at the time: fighting now is so that people in the future don't have to fight, and so that such human tragedies will no longer happen on this land.

Those who hold power naturally have the responsibility and obligation to protect all of this.

On this point, Xiao Niao and her father Banur Tudor hold the same view.

The Prime Minister of the Empire personally handled matters related to the captives. She sent all the captured civilians back home, while those who had been slaves since childhood or who had lived too far away from home were sent back to the capital or the nearest city in batches by the army.

There are no open slaves in the empire now. These former slaves will be separated and live under official supervision for a period of time.

They would participate in land reclamation or farming work, and after a probation period of two or three years, they would regain their status as free citizens.

Xiao Niao was therefore extremely busy during these few days, and was even less seen than during the days when the war broke out.

When Xiaoniao is busy, he usually doesn't have time to eat or socialize. After a few days, he has obviously lost weight.

Gwyneth took the initiative and sensibly helped her father take on some military-related work.

That afternoon, Xiao Niao ran into the tent to find her.

General Banur has a strict military discipline, so the army is very safe. There are few short-sighted guys like spies and assassins. So Xiao Niao rarely called Hongyue to his side today, but came alone.

The process of negotiating official business was actually quite boring, but Gwyneth, like all young people who had just realized their feelings, felt extremely satisfied just by being in the same space with her sweetheart.

After negotiating, arguing and finally finalizing a series of specific details, the sky had already darkened a little, and Gwyneth naturally invited the Imperial Prime Minister to have a simple meal in the tent.

The girl's expression was so natural and frank that Xiao Niao felt that if he refused, it would seem like he had bad intentions.

So she had no choice but to agree and simply share the roughly heated dry food and simply stewed hot soup with Gwen.

Gwyneth carefully used a knife to scrape off the burnt parts of the dry bread and cut the soft crumbs separately onto the bird's plate.

The palpitating feeling she had in the past two days, as if she was being stared at by a predatory animal, seemed to have completely disappeared. The girl looked at her with a gentle and harmless look. Xiao Niao was puzzled, but unknowingly relaxed her vigilance.

Many times, Xiaoniao is tolerant towards people he already recognizes. This can actually be seen from Xiaoniao's attitude towards Hongyue: the unworldly Hongyue Knight often makes offensive moves unintentionally, but Xiaoniao usually doesn't mind it.

This guy was even stupid enough to hand the armor strap to the lord he was loyal to, and Xiaoniao helped her tie it up. These were originally the jobs of a squire knight.

She thanked Gwyneth for the treat, and without much hesitation, dipped the bread into the hot soup, swallowing it contentedly after it softened.

Because of the busy days, she looked a little tired. Xiao Niao ate seriously and attentively, using this method to slowly restore her strength.

Gwyneth looked calmly at the Imperial Prime Minister who was concentrating on eating beside her in the flickering candlelight in the military tent. She noticed that Butcher's cheeks were a little pale.

The man's fingertips were rough and scarred, but his expression reminded Gwyneth of porcelain originating from the East and fired at very high temperatures. Under the gentle light of the fire, she could see a hint of tenderness in his expression.