Chapter 47

Meng Yi's face darkened, and he said testily: "Hurry up and put on some clothes!"

It was fortunate that he hadn't installed any useless parts on the "Psionic Dependent · Red Queen" and had compressed her body proportions by 10:1, otherwise the scene would have been too strange.

"Oh."

Red Queen rolled her eyes at Meng Yi and replied with a pout, clearly unhappy.

Afterwards, she mimicked Meng Yi's viral mimicry and created a beautiful black-red Gothic dress for herself.

Little Red Queen lifted her feet, and stylish little round shoes were constructed.

The cheeky Red Queen put one hand on her hip, leaned forward, tapped her cheek with her right index finger, and asked with a smile: "Director my lord, do I look good?"

"Shut up."

"Connect to the 'Memory Palace' and store the 'Bai Xue' backup."

Meng "Steel Straight Man" Yi said flatly, as spreading black-red threads connected with Red Queen's fingers.

The materials of both their bodies came from the same source, so there was no incompatibility of parts during the information exchange.

However, every cell in Meng Yi's body was infused with his own will, allowing for "regeneration from a drop of blood," and he possessed the "Biochemical-type Psionic" skill tree, making his combat power extraordinary.

Red Queen's cells were coordinated and planned by Red Queen herself, with all her abilities focused on auxiliary calculation and storage; in terms of pure computing power, she was stronger than the current Meng Yi.

It was the difference between a generalist and a specialist; after all, Meng Yi created the "Psionic Dependent · Red Queen" to fill his shortcomings and assist in scientific research, not expecting her to participate in combat.

Of course, if necessary, to avoid wasting time, it was not impossible to create a dependent specialized in the combat field.

A Great Will and twelve apostles?

That sounded pretty good.

After a long time, Meng Yi and Red Queen completed the "information sharing."

"Evolution Paradise," "Instance Derivative Worldview," "Warhammer Universe View"...

Little Red Queen was dumbfounded and sighed: "Director my lord, it's truly amazing that you've managed to survive until now."

Meng Yi was silent; he could not refute it, nor did he want to.

"Go play by yourself, I'm going to sleep."

He rejected the invitation to chat from the silly Red Queen.

Meng Yi retracted the spreading black-red vein lines, his experimental robe turned back into a long trench coat, and he dug out a folding bed from the corner of his exclusive room, assembling it in a few quick movements.

He dimmed the lights of the dome and lay down on the folding bed, closing his eyes.

He had not rested properly for far, far too long.

In the Selection Instance, he had been cultivating 24 hours a day; in 30 days, he hadn't rested for many hours in total.

He had been activating "Psionic" power and "Micro-domain Interference" almost every moment for research and combat...

He had endured the agonizing pain of the modifications from "Longevity Type I Veronica," "Longevity Type II Ouroboros," and "Longevity Type III Virus Progenitor," and had initially cured Firefly's "Entropy Loss Syndrome"...

He had tampered with the minds of Umbrella Corporation employees and Blackwatch members...

He had contemplated the era of Artificial Intelligence + Blackwatch + the Great Nirvana Plan...

Upon returning to the "Evolution Paradise," he had learned about various functions, rushed to the "All-Knowing Enhancement Zone" to attempt the "All-Knowing Domain," and digested the "Super Bai Xue" he had purchased at a great cost...

He had transformed the life form of "Artificial Intelligence · Red Queen" and created "Psionic Dependent · Red Queen"...

The experiences of over a month were richer than a year in the Warhammer cesspool.

Meng Yi's tense mind relaxed slightly, and he immediately entered a state of deep sleep.

Little Red Queen, who had suffered "cold violence," huffed and let out a "humph."

Her eyes, as magnificent as pure rubies, blinked, and she sighed with the maturity of an adult in a child's body.

"Sigh, if this home didn't have me, it would fall apart sooner or later!"

Red Queen waved her little hand, and viral cells constructed a black-red parasol; she opened it and started running.

"Woohoo~ taking off~~"

Red Queen, the size of an adult's palm, jumped off the experimental table; the sturdy parasol slowed her descent, and the thrusters that grew out of the canopy carried her flying toward the folding bed not far away.

"Paratrooper No. 1, Red Queen, landed safely!"

"Eh? What a strange saying, what kind of things are in Director my lord's memories!"

The opened parasol closed, and Red Queen jumped up and down on Meng Yi's chest, laughing with a manic, queen-like arrogance.

"What Director, what White Demon, what Meng Yi, aren't they all being stepped on by this young lady now?"

"I, Red Queen, am the strongest!"

After amusing herself for a while, little Red Queen lost interest, so she sat cross-legged on Meng Yi's chest, leaning her back against his chin, finding a relatively comfortable angle to listen to his rhythmic breathing.

The "peace of mind" that "Artificial Intelligence" could absolutely never bring made Red Queen's little hand unconsciously rest over her heart.

"Strange, such a strange feeling, is this 'life,' is this what it means to be 'alive'?"

Little Red Queen scratched her smooth, delicate, silk-like black hair and said in a strange, goofy tone: "Oh no! Red Queen is growing a brain!"

"Sigh."

"Director my lord is asleep, so I'll sleep too; the feeling of humans sleeping should be pretty good, right?"

Red Queen grabbed Meng Yi's collar, and with the corresponding permissions and the same viral structure, she changed the outer form of the trench coat into two thin blankets, one large and one small.

She got up to cover "Director my lord" with the blanket.

Red Queen found a spot right next to Meng Yi in the narrow gap of the folding bed, covered herself with her little blanket, yawned, and said: "Well then, Director my lord, goodnight~"

In the blink of an eye, three days and three nights passed.

Meng Yi, having restored his normal human routine, relaxed his mindset and balanced work with rest.

While immersed in doing research in his exclusive room (laboratory), he would also go to the "Free Trade Zone" to broaden his horizons.

When tired or sleepy, he would sleep; when hungry or thirsty, he would drink the remaining high-concentration nutrients with Red Queen.

Little Red Queen wrinkled her little face, pinched her nose, and picked up a test tube to pour the concentrated nutrients into her mouth.

After swallowing with a 'gulp,' she let out a burp and complained testily: "Nutrients taste so bad, I'm almost going to throw up!"

"Director my lord, can we eat something that humans are supposed to eat?"

Meng Yi summoned his personal panel, pointed at the wealth column, and said flatly: "No money."

"I spent all my money to build you; my wallet is cleaner than my face right now."

"Eat more while there are still nutrients; in a few days when we go back to my hometown, we'll have to survive on expired nutrient paste made of dead rat meat filled with viruses, radiation, bacteria, and pollution."

"WHAT!!!!!"

Upon hearing this, little Red Queen felt terrible and bristled: "Waaah! Director my lord! You are too much! Too much! Is there no justice, is there no law anymore!!"

"What kind of master abuses an underage employee like you?!"

"Making me work is one thing, not paying me is fine, but not even providing basic food and housing—you are just a black-hearted, evil big capitalist who deserves to be hung from a lamppost!"

Meng Yi, busy with his work, pointed toward the door and said casually: "Why don't you go out and beg, earn money to support my experiments. Or you could run away from home and find a rich master."

Red Queen tilted her little head and huffed stubbornly: "No, no, no! Why should I? I won't!"

"Isn't it just eating concentrated nutrients? If I eat one more mouthful, you'll eat one less, and then you, you bad guy, will starve to death!"

With little Red Queen's antics, Meng Yi's mundane daily life gained a few splashes of vibrant color.

[Prompt: Current "Evolution Paradise" stay time: 0, about to return to the original worldview.]

[Prompt: Time until the next instance mission starts: 30 days.]

"Red Queen, time to go back."

"Yes, Director my lord."

Little Red Queen ran over with a 'thump-thump-thump' and hugged Meng Yi's right hand; her humanoid body merged into his palm, turning into a black-red glove.

Before leaving, Meng Yi checked his personal panel.

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[Player Nickname: White Demon (Meng Yi)

Player Level: lv5 (First Order)

Hidden Permission: Fifth Order

Title: S-rank · Foundation of Nirvana

Health: 100%, Recovery Speed: 0~100% per hour

Mana: 100%, Recovery Speed: 9.0% per hour

Mental Strength: C+

Physical Strength: D++ (Regeneration from a drop of blood, extended lifespan, movement at five times the speed of sound)

Energy Strength: None

Fundamental System: C+ rank Psionic (Mind-type and Biochemical-type developed, can be expanded later...)

Active Skills: Psionic · Mind-type Skill Tree (expandable), Psionic · Biochemical-type Skill Tree (expandable)

Passive Skills: ① Memory Palace; ② "Bai Xue"; ③ "Cell-level Precision · Micro-domain Interference"

Equipment: None

Dependent: Psionic Life · Red Queen

Storage Space: 2 cubic meters (expandable by consuming Paradise Coins)

Remaining Wealth: None

Comprehensive Evaluation: C ("Essence" and "Spirit" are relatively balanced, but "Qi" is still lacking. By reasonably utilizing his own abilities, he can destroy conventional surface civilizations and reshape the surface ecosystem.)]

There was no immediate, dramatic improvement, but Meng Yi's foundation was much more solid, a world of difference from before entering the Selection Instance.