Chapter 62: Myriad Worlds Steward

Da Wang strolled around the streets of Secluded Prefecture, buying a few things Zhao Bao considered junk, and deliberately took a detour to return via East Splendor Gate. Seeing the people lining up in neat, orderly queues, and also seeing that the manor's minor officials weren't putting on airs, Da Wang was very satisfied, spurred his horse and charged into East Splendor Gate.

Brother Bai also said that officials are all high-and-mighty, the common folk are very fearful, but I think the You King's Manor is not bad.

Da Wang skillfully went to the Phoenix Market stall, sold the handicraft junk he bought and earned 160 ingots, then happily returned to sleep.

It's just digestion after a meal, and I still earned money. Just looking at 160 ingots may not seem like much, but if you convert it to silver then to horses, you could get over fifty horses—how wonderful.

Da Wang lay in bed thinking, feeling like he'd forgotten something.

Still, it's quite an important matter!

As he thought, he suddenly sat up; Bai Ze remained calm, looked up and wondered what trouble he was about to cause.

Da Wang exclaimed as he opened his light board: 'Main quest completed—shouldn't there be two rewards?'

He was just happy about that treasure ship last night, today he spent the whole day going around the dock—how did he not remember there's still something called the Myriad Worlds Steward?

Da Wang opened his asset pile and discovered a silhouette of a person, with the words below: Myriad Worlds Steward.

Beside it was only one button, not his usual 【Summon】 and 【Recover】; it read 【Settings】.

Da Wang, well-versed in the tropes, first poked the silhouette to see what bubble it would pop out.

【Congratulations, my lord, on completing the main quest and obtaining the Myriad Worlds Steward, taking a solid first step toward the prosperous dream of the capital. The Myriad Worlds Steward is a side‑line of this game—an all‑purpose support AI granted by the Myriad Systems official to my lord, capable of handling all matters across myriad worlds, understanding all things, freely wandering the myriad worlds' homelands and the Great Jin. Upon receipt, it may act according to my lord's wishes, never betraying.

【Service life: until my lord's death.】

【Please go to the settings panel and configure the steward according to my lord's needs~】

Getting a steward for free, Da Wang was still annoyed—heavens know how much he coveted the Zhao Zhu Pavilion. But what do you mean by 'until my lord's death'? He can send me off, right?!

Might as well give the Zhao Zhu Pavilion to him—so annoying!

Da Wang didn't understand what this all‑purpose support AI was, so he jumped out of bed and rushed to interview Bai Yang in the Myriad Worlds; fortunately Brother Bai hadn't left yet, and the other party told him it wasn't a real person but just…… a robot.

Bai Yang thought about Da Wang's worldview, then further explained that the steward is a kind of highly sophisticated mechanical art—a humanoid manufactured by humans, it has no five viscera and six bowels; inside are some high‑grade components that the Great Jin lacks. It has been fed vast amounts of data, so much that it can extrapolate on its own, think like a human, and its appearance could also be…… human, like that.

Da Wang sighed helplessly— the Great Jin is still far behind!

Da Wang returned to the sleeping chambers, pouted, opened the steward settings, and saw…… a lot of text.

Da Wang searched for the key points; it seemed he needed to manually set the steward's—skills?

There are fifty values in total, divided into many options below—strength, intelligence, beauty, communication ability…… Da Wang saw this and quickly filled the strength value to ten points; in this place, Secluded Prefecture, strength is still highly practical!

Not only can it protect him, but in war it could also allow self‑rescue or perhaps be put to great use.

Then, under personal skills there was business talent; Da Wang hesitated not a bit and maxed it out at ten points. Secluded Prefecture desperately needs money—it desperately needs this business talent.

After that, Da Wang was practically dazzled—intelligence is greatly needed, does the brain need to be sharp? What is this empathy ability? Which personality traits to pick, and why are they subdivided so finely?

Thirty points remained, with over thirty options, and Da Wang fell into decision paralysis.

He could no longer fill any category to ten points, so he gave a little to each he liked; the last ten points left him indecisive, feeling everything seemed important. At that moment Da Wang saw a prompt above saying the all‑purpose AI steward has its own will and can appropriately refer to its own wishes.

Is it really that advanced?

Da Wang, half‑believing, selected 【Autonomous Will Selection】…… and then watched helplessly as the remaining ten points were all dumped straight into the 【Beauty】 row, the green progress bar swooshing to the top.

Da Wang was dumbfounded—he had never even considered this attribute before!

What's the point of all that beauty? What use is beauty?! Da Wang felt awful—better to have poured all those points into a gentle, obedient personality, or at least maxed out intelligence; surely that would be more useful than beauty!

But now it's too late to say anything—all fifty points have been spent, and the Myriad Worlds Steward's little icon changed: the humanoid silhouette turned into a distinctly female silhouette, and the two familiar buttons appeared: 【Summon】 【Recover】.

Da Wang sighed like a little adult: 'Women sure love beauty!' even though she's an artificial person.

Heartache.

Da Wang tapped Summon; in the next instant a green light flashed, and a beautiful woman in green robes stood before his bed.

She raised her hand in a fist salute, crisp and sharp: 'Greetings, my lord! May your lordship enjoy boundless happiness!'

Da Wang studied her face—pretty? What a waste of ten precious points! After sizing her up, he thought she was passable, somewhat pretty. She's no worse than the palace's top beauty, Lady Wang.

Asking Da Wang to say where her beauty lies is just giving him a hard time—she's just a bit better‑looking than average, what's the big deal?

Those who attended him up close have always been eunuchs; there aren't any palace maids, and even when there are, they usually do fine work like making and washing clothes, rarely coming before him. The women he's interacted with most are Empress Cui, followed by a few high‑ranking consorts of Emperor Ningde's harem; they all dress in splendid, glittering finery, and Da Wang thinks they're all quite beautiful.

Da Wang at his age isn't much of a beauty connoisseur, but even swapping in Bai Yang—styled with modern head‑swap techniques and makeup—would at least earn a compliment of 'beautiful older sister'.

This Myriad Worlds Steward looks about twenty‑five or twenty‑six, in the prime of her beauty, wearing a flowing green‑and‑white dress, her manner outspoken and unrestrained, though her face…… doesn't quite match.

Da Wang exchanged a few words with her, at least asking what to call her—turns out she only has a designation, 6785. If Da Wang finds that uncomfortable, he can give her another name.

Da Wang thought that since her origins are unknown, just leaving her in the manor wouldn't do; she needed a whitewash.

'Like this, the name can wait—first store you away, then later hand you over to Zhao Zhu Pavilion; he hasn't left yet, so I'll have him bring you in pretending to be a person, saying you're his sister, and you'll stay by my side to attend me.'

6785 agreed, and Da Wang directly stored her again in the warehouse.

That night's fussing went on so long it successfully ate into Da Wang's sleep time.

Come morning, Zhao Bao stood at his bedside calling him awake, but Da Wang was sleeping soundly.

Not getting enough sleep as a kid is truly painful—everyone wants to lose their temper, Da Wang included.

But Zhao Bao tirelessly wouldn't let him be, and Da Wang sat up with a painful, angry expression,

"I hate getting up! It feels like the lid of a coffin has been flung open in rage!"

Zhao Bao: ……

Do we need to apologize?!