Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: Title
"Are you truly not considering another candidate, Heavenly Path?" In the boundless expanse of chaos, a short-haired girl sat cross-legged, staring up at the colossal eye before her.
【You are suitable.】
【Ye Linlang.】
【There is no alternative.】
"I genuinely don’t believe I’m qualified," Ye Linlang declared after a moment’s contemplation, her voice resolute.
"With so many travelers available, Heavenly Path… Dad… couldn’t you recruit someone else for this world-saving business?" Her lips twitched wryly.
Ascending to godhood to rescue the world? The whole proposition reeked of a trap.
【The power of the Heavenly Path ensures success.】
【Should failure occur, Blue Star’s destruction will be inevitable—none shall escape.】
The Heavenly Path’s clinical tone sent shivers down Ye Linlang’s spine. This was blatant intimidation!
Having already died once, she cherished her second life. After brief deliberation, she reluctantly surrendered—though not without negotiating benefits.
"You expect me to operate globally? What if I’m exposed? Beyond being a traveler, I’m just ordinary people…"
"Playing deity to run spiritual pyramid schemes? If caught, I’ll become a public laughingstock! QAQ"
Ye Linlang’s eye twitched as she reviewed the Heavenly Path’s directives, overwhelmed by absurdity and existential dread.
This was the 21st century! Zhongxia had outlawed all supernatural activities post-founding. Now she was supposed to masquerade as a deity, harvesting faith and emotions? Before achieving anything, she’d likely be detained by state authorities for "re-education through labor."
The Eye of the Heavenly Path remained silent, as if contemplating her objections.
After an eternity, the cosmic voice resonated again:
【Your designed system shows promise. We bestow upon you…】
The sentence hung incomplete as Ye Linlang was ejected from the dreamscape. Blue Star’s briefly awakened consciousness slipped back into dormancy.
Reality snapped into focus. Ye Linlang bolted upright from her narrow bed, immediately inspecting her wrist.
The silver bracelet gleamed mockingly—the Heavenly Path’s so-called "system."
"Can’t even delude myself this was a dream now," she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
Memories of the cosmic encounter flooded her mind. Blue Star’s consciousness—alternately called Heavenly Path, Gaia, or world consciousness—transcended planetary boundaries. It represented the universe’s sole sentient anomaly within an otherwise sterile physical framework.
Why her? As a mere traveler, what made her worthy of this big shot’s attention? The grandiose mission of "world salvation" felt suspiciously like exploitation.
She glanced at the bracelet—her new identity marker. Heavenly Path’s errand girl. The world consciousness’ disposable tool. This would define her current incarnation.
"Just imagining the future makes my scalp prickle. Stress-induced baldness seems inevitable," she muttered, trudging to the bathroom. Her reflection grimaced at the prophesied life of perilous drama.
World salvation?
Hah! The impending cataclysm involved World Fusion—a cosmic collision where Blue Star’s coordinates would merge with another reality. The consciousnesses would wage war: victor consuming all, loser becoming sustenance.
The world consciousness deduced that Blue Star’s fragility would fail against the initial crisis wave, compelling it to seek an efficient disposable tool to safeguard the planet’s future.
The reason for her selection proved more absurd than her identity as a traveler… The world consciousness deemed her novels exceptionally aligned with apotheosis objectives (despite her extraterrestrial origins), concluding she’d better serve as a salvific deity (disposable tool) than continue writing.
Ye Linlang gazed at her vulnerable reflection, expelling the last mouthful of mouthwash with bitter regret.
"Had I foreseen this, I’d have prioritized sleep over penning that drivel ‘I Am a Goddess on Blue Star’. Should’ve stuck to mundane bestsellers," she grumbled.
"This dumpster fire of a world’s beyond saving with such an incompetent consciousness." Ye Linlang muttered while watering balcony plants, her motions steady despite the cosmic revelation.
Where others might exult at divine selection, she simply completed her morning routine after the initial outburst – tending flora and jogging through dawn’s mist.
A veteran of crossing over, her greatest asset wasn’t mystical power but unshakable composure.
—Having accumulated fifty-plus years across dual lifetimes, she’d mastered equanimity toward existence’s upheavals.
Orphaned in her first incarnation, then abandoned by divorcing parents in this reality, Ye Linlang’s true guardians had been grandparents whose passing years prior left her utterly solitary.
Pre-abduction by the world consciousness, her ambitions never surpassed maintaining twenty-year-old retirement life – renovated ancestral home, reliable internet, and comfortable obscurity.
Leveraging cross-dimensional knowledge and novel tropes, she’d ascended to well-known online author status, her intellectual properties generating substantial royalties.
The cosmic interruption arrived on her twenty-fifth birthday, post-morning jog clarity settling as she breakfasted on last night’s leftover cake with milk.
"Disappearing would barely ripple my isolated existence," she mused between sips, acknowledging her reclusive habits and neighborly estrangement.
Post-breakfast, she navigated to the verdant-hued website, uploading pre-written chapters with practiced efficiency. A playful author’s note accompanied the update: "Mission accomplished~"
Collapsing into her premium ergonomic chair, she twisted the silver bracelet – her cosmic interface. The trinket shimmered, activating neural interfaces.
【Divine System initializing…】
【Owner: Ye Linlang】
【Current Tier: Zero (Upgradeable)】
【Divine Power: 1】
"Impressive plagiarism of my novel’s UI," she snorted. "But must your voice sound like defective machinery? And this measly single unit? Pathetic imitation." Her critique referenced the original snow leopard companion from her literary creation.
The pragmatic system bypassed commentary, commencing tutorial protocols:
【Divine Power accumulates through humanity’s deific awe/faith, enabling creation/manipulation…】
"Reality or illusion?" she interjected.
【Sufficient reserves materialize fiction. Exceeding tier capacity necessitates continuous upkeep expenditure.】
"Abort." Ye Linlang halted the spiel, recognizing predatory mechanics reminiscent of her past life’s exploitative systems. The interface fell Quiet as a chicken.
"Redesign parameters. Apotheosis is passé – I’ll pioneer superior paradigms." Sixty minutes of coding later, she admired her restructured interface:
【Awakening of Spiritual Energy System online】
【Owner: Ye Linlang】
【Current Tier: Zero】
【Fantasy Points: 100】
"1:100 conversion ratio? Manageable metric standardization." Her strategist mind whirred.
【Proceed with briefing?】
"Proceed." She nestled into sofa cushions, bracing for revelations.
【Primary Objective: Elevate Blue Star to tier two spiritual saturation within 12 lunar cycles.】
【Collision Alert: World fragment bearing concentrated abyssal evil energy approaches. Estimated impact: 270 solar cycles.】
【Post-collision contamination will trigger global subjugation within 90 days given current human resilience.】
"Bullsh—!" The expletive escaped before she could leash it. "Straight to catastrophic difficulty? No wonder Blue Star’s doomed."
"Current tier zero versus invading fragment’s tier?"
【Tier two preliminary.】
