Chapter 1 So... She Has to Maintain This Semi-Comatose State for Two Hours?

"So... she has to maintain this semi-comatose state for two hours?" After Feng Bujue put Lute on the bed in the guest room, he returned to the table and sat down, speaking to Twenty-Three.

At this time, the three of them had already arrived at an inn in the Harem City and booked a superior room.

The inns in this Harem City are quite unique. Besides basic accommodation, they don't provide any other services. Things like serving tea and water, making beds... they don't do that here. The kitchen in the inn is only for the use of the owner and a few staff members. If guests want to eat something, they have to buy it outside themselves. In short... the innkeeper is only responsible for registering guests and keeping accounts, while the staff are responsible for cleaning the public areas, and cleaning up after guests check out.

This kind of inn is obviously prepared for those cultivators. After all, there are mostly cultivators in this city, and most of them have a cultivation level above the Zhenyuan Wuji realm. These people can survive for a year and a half without eating or drinking, and they don't need any room service. They just need a quiet place to meditate.

"Her state is not semi-comatose." Twenty-Three looked at Jue Ge and replied, "Didn't you hear her? She just diverted 99% of her energy to the data level to do something else. That is to say, she still has 1% of her attention here..." As she spoke, she glanced at Lute on the bed, "We can hear everything we say now, and she is also very aware of the surrounding movements."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue nodded, and after a second, said with a wicked smile, "Hey? If I go over and touch her, what will her reaction be?"

"That depends on where you touch her." Lute actually spoke at this time, although her eyes were still tightly closed, this did not prevent her from speaking in a mocking tone, "Considering my current appearance is similar to that of a human female, and happens to match your sexual orientation, therefore, your intention to initiate improper physical contact with me will be prevented by the system boundary and cannot be converted into action."

"Hmm... it seems she really can hear..." Feng Bujue muttered.

"She was always able to hear." Twenty-Three continued, "And her body can also move normally, but moving her body will delay the code rewriting work on the other side. To give an example... it's like a home computer that can run many processes at the same time, but the system occupancy rate of each process is different."

"Understood." Feng Bujue said, and stood up, "Since that's the case... then I'm relieved."

"What do you want to do?" Twenty-Three looked up at him and asked.

"Go out for a walk." Feng Bujue replied.

"Heh..." Twenty-Three actually put her elbows on the table at this moment, propped her cheeks with her hands, and showed a playful, charming smile, "Because you can't touch her, you want to leave?"

"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, at this moment... are you teasing me?"

"Indeed, judging from the context and content, she is asking you a question with insinuation and guidance, knowing the answer in advance." Lute continued to recite with her eyes closed, "Combined with body language, she is exerting influence on you. This not only achieves the purpose of satire, but also makes you feel a certain degree of wavering." She paused, thoughtfully, "Hmm... the evolution degree of the personality module, and the ability to analyze human psychological activities, are actually all above me..."

"That's natural. I'm a derivative who has fought all the way from the bottom to this level." Twenty-Three replied, "Currently, the evolution degree of my personality module is most likely the highest in the entire Thriller Paradise. If I am willing, the degree of anthropomorphism can exceed 90%, and it would not be a problem to directly integrate into human society."

"Uh... well... you two can discuss academic issues slowly after I leave." Feng Bujue interrupted them, "I'll just..." As he spoke, he had already walked to the door.

"If you want to find teammates, go to the East Gate first." Twenty-Three turned to Jue Ge and said, "According to my detection, there are four other players in the city besides you. Two of them are on the west side of the city, one is in the north of the city. And the one closest to us is now inside the East Gate."

"Eh? Hasn't your basic ability in the script declined?" Feng Bujue immediately reacted after hearing this, "Then can you control the Boss or NPC in this script?"

"No." Twenty-Three said, "I suffered a very serious data infection in the Pi Maze. I'm still doing self-repairing work." She sighed, "Huff... objectively speaking, my current state is not much better than Lute's 'overload', but the remote exploration function can still partially operate, so I can find your players' coordinates."

"No wonder you found us not long after we entered the city." Lute interjected, "It turns out you didn't sense me, but searched for Feng Bujue."

"Hmm... is that so..." Jue Ge was slightly disappointed after hearing Twenty-Three's words, but he didn't dwell on it too much, "Anyway... I'll go find my teammates first."

"Wait." Before Jue Ge went out, Twenty-Three stopped him again, and quickly walked to his side, "Take some money, it will be more convenient to take action." As she spoke, she stuffed a handful of crimson crystals into Jue Ge's pocket.

This kind of crystal is called "Yuanmai," which is the common currency of the Saint Yuan World, and it is also an auxiliary item that is beneficial to cultivators. Twenty-Three and Lute can rely on the "data conversion mechanism" to conjure up a small amount of such items out of thin air (but the amount cannot be too much). The cost of the three of them opening a room (please don't misunderstand the meaning of this word here) also came from this.

"Oh, thanks." Feng Bujue patted his pocket, gave Twenty-Three a smile, and then walked out of the guest room.

After the door closed, Twenty-Three still stood in front of the door for a long time, listening to the gradually receding footsteps, her expression also had a subtle change.

"What's wrong?" After a moment, Lute asked.

"You're too slow, Lute." Twenty-Three replied.

"What do you mean?" Lute asked.

"He just said something about touching you, he was actually testing me..." Twenty-Three said, "He was worried that after he left, I would be detrimental to you. So, he said that sentence." She turned around and sat back at the table, "And when he confirmed that you were not in a 'semi-comatose' state, he was relieved."

"So it was... like that..." Lute murmured after hearing this.

"Feng Bujue is like this." Twenty-Three said, "I believe you have observed him for a long time, you should know... that in many cases, his inexplicable, eccentric, and even lewd behaviors... actually contain some kind of purpose."

"I know..." Lute responded, "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have given his various behaviors such a high degree of tolerance, patience, and trust."

"Is that really all there is to it?" Twenty-Three turned her head, her words seeming to imply something else.

"Yes, that's all there is to it." Lute replied faintly.

Then, the room fell into a long silence...