Chapter 906: Chapter 903: "Thousands and millions will blame you, but I alone will not.
The first ray of dawn streamed into the room as Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
Today is the fourth day since the replica activation, and he has to visit the psychology consultation center in the morning.
The clock on the wall displayed eight forty in the morning. The green leaves curled in the potted plant. He immediately looked toward the sofa; Alice was no longer there. Cooking sounds came from the kitchen. It seems Alice is making breakfast.
[Girl: Detective sir, I’ve made breakfast.]
...
An indescribable scent wafted from the kitchen. Su Ming’an glanced up to see Alice coming over, holding a pot of sticky porridge.
[Detective: ...(frowning at the porridge)]
[Detective: Alice, have you learned how to cook before... No, it’s understandable seeing your cooking skill attribute is 0 and making such breakfast.]
[Girl: I tried a bite. It tastes okay. You can give it a try.]
...
Su Ming’an looked at Alice’s expectant eyes, picked up the spoon, and took a sip of the porridge. Immediately, his expression morphed into a painful grimace. He glanced at the system description of this pot of porridge:
[Item: Very hard-to-drink porridge
Consumption effect: Reduces three health points per minute, lasts ten minutes.
Evaluation: Very hard-to-drink porridge.]
...
Su Ming’an immediately put down the pot of porridge.
[Detective: Alice... Perhaps you should learn how to cook porridge from me first. Your cooking skills aren’t quite suitable for meal preparation yet.]
[Girl: Ah... Is detective sir’s cooking really good?]
[Detective: It’s decent. I’ll cook a pot of porridge now, you follow along and learn.]
[Girl: Uh-huh! (nodding vigorously)]
...
Su Ming’an walked into the kitchen and started cooking porridge with a pot. Alice, having grown up in the slums, hadn’t cooked warm food before; it’s quite normal. He still had to do the cooking.
"Gurgle gurgle—"
Amidst the steamy mist, sunlight shone on the boiling water. Su Ming’an held the spoon, stirring the rice mush, while gazing at the scenery outside the window.
From the kitchen’s window glass, one could see most of the neighborhood. Gear-chariots and motorcycles roamed like iron-gray flying birds, people in coarse hemp clothing hovered like clouds between the flying birds, and the window glass reflected a multicolored rainbow glow, making one feel as if standing in the sky.
Watching these scenes, Su Ming’an felt a hint of indescribable warmth.
The background music was extremely light-hearted; the white steam from boiling porridge supported his chin, then a "beep—" sound announced the fire’s extinction.
Su Ming’an shared his cooked porridge with Alice, who obediently drank it.
[Girl (hesitant, reluctantly): Detective sir’s porridge is indeed delicious.]
[Detective: Told you. I’ve drunk my homemade porridge since childhood; it shouldn’t be hard to drink. (confident)]
...
While putting away the dishes, Su Ming’an glanced at the system description for his porridge:
[Item: Extremely hard-to-drink porridge
Consumption effect: Gains "nausea" status for ten minutes, with chances of abnormal states like "poisoning" and "vomiting."
Evaluation: Extremely hard-to-drink porridge. Hard to imagine how it was made.]
...
Su Ming’an looked at Alice still licking the bowl’s bottom. Why does the system evaluation of his porridge still read "extremely hard-to-drink"? Alice’s evaluation only says "very hard-to-drink," yet his "hard-to-drink" level escalated?
[Detective: Tasteless.]
[Detective: Alice, today at noon I’ll be leaving here. I’ll reappear in six months.]
[Girl: Why? Detective sir, can you not leave?]
[Detective: It’s hard to explain why I’ll disappear for so long suddenly, but it will be like this from now on—every six months, I will appear once to help arrange your schedule, then leave again.]
[Girl: ...I won’t ask too much, Detective sir. You must have your reasons.]
[Detective: Before I leave, I’ll teach you how to live independently. You can keep living in this house. When I next meet you, you’ll be thirteen years old.]
...
Su Ming’an began teaching Alice various daily life skills. Judging by Alice’s porridge-making, if he suddenly disappeared for six months, it’d be difficult for her to live independently in this house.
"This is called a radish, you should peel it like this..." Su Ming’an took out the knife, instinctively holding it in a posture for chopping someone, then quickly realized and corrected it back to the vegetable chopping posture.
"Oh, oh!" Alice nodded.
"Besides cooking porridge, you can also try making meat soup. I’ll teach you—first boil the water, then throw in the meat, followed by vegetables, then cabbage..."
"Just throw them in?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh... that should be it..."
"Detective sir, this meat soup looks a bit odd in color, and the scent kinda resembles what I smell when picking up trash..."
"Shouldn’t be too hard to drink. A friend once said this meat soup is good."
"Your friend is truly remarkable!"
The soup bubbled in the pot, and the scent drifted out the window. Neighbors opened their doors in curiosity, wondering where this trash-like smell originated.
Afterward, Su Ming’an taught Alice how to do laundry.
"First, soak the clothes in a basin, then rub the fabric with soap..." Su Ming’an rolled up his sleeves, soaked the clothes in the basin.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Alice squatted beside, watching intently.
"After drying, fold long-sleeve shirts like this for optimal space-saving, and pants... as for skirts, I’m not sure; you can just hang them up."
"Okay, Detective sir."
Su Ming’an gave some smaller clothes to Alice to temporarily make do.
Alice really understood nothing. Cooking, washing clothes, life skills... she was almost clueless. But Su Ming’an knew she was destined for an extraordinary path from now on. Even in fields she’s never encountered, she must master them.
"No shaking legs while eating."
"Okay, Detective sir!"
"No smacking lips while eating, keep noise down when sipping soup."
"Understood, Detective!"
"Alice, don’t stick the knife and fork into the bread, that’s used for rituals for the dead."
"Eh? Is there such a rule, Detective?"
"... I’m not really sure, but when I was little, my mom told me not to stick chopsticks in rice, as it means feeding the dead. I think even in this era, we can avoid such behaviors."
"I see, Detective’s mom must be a very considerate person, to even explain such things."
"... Probably."
At nine-thirty in the morning, Su Ming’an had finished teaching daily life skills. He took Alice out to buy clothes. He had sold all of the detective’s alcohol and tobacco, exchanged them for some money, and bought some daily necessities for Alice.
Alice wore a little orange cat dress and spun around in front of the dressing mirror in the clothing store.
Different from how she looked in the alley last night, Alice seemed reborn. Her black hair was smooth and long, and she looked confident and lively while trying on dresses, showing no sign that she used to be a stray child.
Su Ming’an looked down at the ledger; even after selling all the detective’s tobacco and alcohol, there were only 43 Kels, and after buying things for Elisa, there wasn’t much left.
[Girl: Thank you, Detective, for buying me clothes. I think that one suits you well!]
Su Ming’an turned to look; a few clothes were hanging in the men’s section beside him. Alice was pointing at a jet black trench coat.
[Detective: No, I don’t need it.]
[Girl (pursing her lips): You only buy things for me. I... I really don’t know how to repay your kindness.]
...
[The "girl’s" emotional value has dropped to: 60%]
...
Su Ming’an thought for a moment, squatted down, and met Alice’s gaze.
There were some things he wanted to clarify to prevent future problems.
[Detective: Alice, you don’t need to repay me.]
[Detective: In the future, you might experience terrifying and painful things, and these events will concern the fate of this entire world. This is my reason for wanting to raise you.]
[Detective: According to the information I received before, the future event will make it so that you can never turn back, you will lose important people, and might even die in the moments before dawn. You will feel extreme pain, and perhaps turn into something that’s no longer ’you’. But maybe only you can fulfill such a mission.]
[Detective: It was for this reason that I saved you.]
[Girl: ...]
[Girl: ... It’s alright.]
[Detective (slightly stunned): It’s alright? I can even predict that the pain of walking alongside the world’s fate would be worth than death. At that time, you might even hate me for raising you.]
[Girl: Why do you always blame yourself like this? Why do you always take responsibility upon yourself? I’ve said it many times, I’m very grateful to you. Why do you keep asking about my willingness repeatedly? I’m the one who should say ’thank you’, not you.]
[Detective: Because I’ve been blamed too many times.]
[Girl: —But even if thousands of people blame you, I won’t.]
[Girl: If thousands call you an evil person, I’ll cover my ears, not listening to their words. If tens of thousands call you selfish, I’ll close my eyes, not seeing their malice. If billions accuse you of being a demon, I’ll still stand by your side, accompanying you to the end. If billions of billions shout, declaring you should die, I’ll stand before you with a weapon, dying before you.]
[Girl: You might think that we’re just companions who’ve known each other for a day, and that I’m too young to be taken seriously.]
[Girl: But I mean it, Detective.]
[Girl: You gave me warmth I hadn’t felt in my life during the coldest night. This love you gave me is something I can feel, even without you saying it.]
[Girl: That’s enough.]
[Girl: Would you be willing... to trust me?]
...
Su Ming’an was stunned.
He looked at the girl who only reached his chest.
The girl wore an orange dress from the clothing store. She was slender and small, but this seemingly ordinary girl’s words resolutely moved him.
[Detective: ...]
[Detective: I understand... (moved)]
[Detective: ... System, I’m not moved. (lip service)]
[Girl: Detective, from the first moment I saw you, I felt like you were a holy angel. Sometimes, you give me such a strong sense of familiarity. I think, maybe we met when we don’t remember? If last night was indeed our first meeting, then it was a fate-driven encounter guided by deities. Seeing you for the first time moved my heart.]
[Detective: Perhaps.]
...
After shopping with Alice, Su Ming’an went to the Royal City.
He was surprised to find that many of his skills couldn’t be used in this game, such as spatial displacement. It seems this "Girl’s Dream Plan" game really focuses on "cultivation" as its theme, emphasizing "warmth and healing", even lowering the player’s power. Otherwise, if he just killed all the other kids from the Dream Patrol Family, others wouldn’t bother playing.
Upon arriving at the Royal City, Su Ming’an met with the Commander of the Knight of Light. He demonstrated the "Talent Bloodline Awakening Formation" obtained in the Fifth World to the knight commander.
[Ferguson Kyle (Commander of the Knight of Light): You... are really incredible. You actually drew an array on the ground and managed to improve someone’s talent. Under this talent formation, I immediately felt stronger. Detective, can you really only draw this array three times?]
[Detective (putting away the feather pen): Yes. This array is called the ’Talent Bloodline Awakening Formation’. I charge 10,000 Kels per drawing. If you need it, come to 3030 Mike Street in half a year.]
[Ferguson Kyle: Rest assured. I will report this to the Royal Family. I’m sure Her Highness the Princess will be delighted to meet you after returning from the winter hunt.]
...
Having solved the financial issue, with a starting capital of 30,000 Kels, it was enough to raise Alice into a grownup.
After bidding farewell to Alice, Su Ming’an exited the game, holding the Dream Patrol Helmet and sitting on his bed for a while.
During those comforting, ordinary days, Su Ming’an once thought that perhaps he wasn’t part of the cruel and dangerous World Game.
It wasn’t until he returned to the real world, remembering his many aliases, that he realized such relaxing days could never belong to him.
...
Real World · Psychological Consultation Center
Su Ming’an arrived at a psychological consultation center located in the middle of the city. Since he wasn’t sure what Dr. Su’s alias looked like, he wore thick glasses and a mask.
Upon entering, he was nearly bumped into by a young patient in a blue and white hospital gown.
"Hehehe, I saw it! I saw it! You are all blind, you are all deaf! Only I am the most awake, only I heard it! This world doesn’t exist! Not a single world exists! Eek, ha, doesn’t exist!"
The young patient shouted unintelligible words, running around like a headless fly, followed by a group of doctors and nurses restraining him.
Su Ming’an took a few more steps and almost got hit by another patient.