Chapter 49
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Chapter 49: Installing a Speaker for System Lady
"Um…"
"Interesting, quite interesting."
Trilobite nodded as he looked at the Chaos Energy he’d finally accumulated.
[Chaos Energy: 5893/1000 (Ready to enter evolution interface)]
"That jellyfish in the system vision showed up as deep, almost reddish-orange."
"This surprised me."
"The Chaos Energy harvest was quite plentiful too."
"But… sigh…"
5893 points of Chaos Energy… no, it had already climbed to 5900 points. Back when Trilobite first started "playing," this much Chaos Energy felt ample.
Now it was completely different.
With his Body Type reaching 1.5 meters, even growing another 5% cost 2000 Chaos Energy.
Prices for other components had skyrocketed too.
"Seems evolution’s entered the ‘deep water zone.’ No easy steps ahead now."
"Um…"
"What should I buy?"
[Ahem!]
[Pardon the interruption.]
"Oh?"
Trilobite felt surprised. Though System Lady remained proud, she’d become more polite.
She’d actually used "pardon."
"Well, deep down she’s still a good kid."
Facing System Lady suddenly reminded Trilobite of his museum days—explaining exhibits to curious children of all sizes.
Those were truly happy times.
Sometimes while speaking, seeing his audience grow, watching their eyes sparkle with curiosity, Trilobite felt like he himself was "glowing"!
He even had a childish thought—as if Gaia herself had descended beside him, listening to her seemingly insignificant "child" recount the passage of time and stories of lost children.
"So… you came to hear my stories?"
"Last time was vague. What would you like to hear in detail today?"
"Insects like overpowered novel protagonists, perhaps?"
[Oh? Yay!]
[No! Wait! That’s not why I’m here…]
[Hey! What do you like?!]
"I like paleo creatures."
Trilobite blurted out without thinking.
[Uh…]
The System Lady paused briefly.
[You misunderstood me—my fault for not explaining clearly.]
[I meant, what do you feel you need most right now?]
"Hmm…"
"Chaos Energy?"
[Uh… that’s overly practical…]
"How about an Evolution STEAM store discount event?"
[You’re getting even more practical!]
[Honestly though, I exist to assist you. Your growth brings me joy.]
[But I truly can’t conjure Chaos Energy or force discounts at that "store" of yours!]
"Eh… forget it. My expectations were probably too high."
Trilobite refrained from mocking the System Lady as useless.
Though blunt, his directness stemmed from integrity—he knew right from wrong.
He guessed she was essentially customer service.
What could customer service actually handle!?
Being polite would suffice going forward.
"Let’s consider something practical you *can* do."
[Uh… that feels insulting.]
[Hmph! I’m a dignified lady…]
[Are you implying I’m useless?]
"Not at all."
"Here’s an idea: add a speaker so I can hear your sacred profanity—wait, your real voice."
"Watching you act tsundere through rows of text feels awkward daily."
[…]
[That’s it?]
"Yep, that’s it."
"Honestly, your personality’s intriguing. If you were truly a girl, you might be my type."
Trilobite remembered his past-life experiences on shopping sites.
Those customer service agents oozed sugary sweetness—their "tone" so cloying it induced chills through text alone. Yet he’d learned most "cute-voiced" reps were burly men…
From then on, whenever he spoke to customer service, unease washed over him.
It was fine if he didn’t recall the matter, but once remembered…
Forget it—he wouldn’t dwell on it.
Though Trilobite now called her "System Lady" repeatedly, that gender was just his imagination sparked by the System’s dialogue prompts.
He genuinely wished this somewhat "proud" "customer service lady" were a young lady.
Explaining things to the "customer service young lady" would’ve been more enjoyable.
These days, finding an adult young lady knowledgeable about paleo creatures and Earth history was rare.
"Anyway, that’s my wish."
"I want to hear your voice."
"May I?"
[…]
The System paused briefly.
Then…
a girl’s voice truly echoed in Trilobite’s mind!
[Ahem! Testing!]
[Hmph! Don’t misunderstand! I’m not thanking you or trying to please you!]
[The higher-ups… insisted on improving service quality.]
[And this makes communication easier.]
"Whoa!"
Had Trilobite not been using calcite eyes, his own would’ve widened in shock and delight.
That lively, bouncing voice carried distinct pride…
Before him, golden twin-tails seemed to sway!
"Golden-haired Tsuchinoko・Loser Spencer・Ying Lili?"
[Hah!?]
"Nothing. I really like your voice."
"Mm, I’ll stop arguing with you."
[Y-you… what nonsense are you spouting!?]
[Don’t imagine sweet talk pleases me! Hmph!]
"I’m stating facts."
[I said it already! Don’t think flattery makes me happy!]
"Your voice is lovely. I enjoy it."
[Eek! Disgusting! I… I’m ignoring you! Dumb host!]
Well, this started to feel a bit like Asuka.
After a long time, the System Lady finally spoke again.
[No matter what, your request is too low!]
[Fine, I’ll give you a gift! Be ready to catch it!]
Suddenly, Trilobite felt his consciousness pulled out, suspended in the void and gently cradled by soft hands.
[Pop…]
His soul jolted as if touched by something moist and soft.
[Whoa! What was I doing?!]
[Anyway, never again!]
…
With that, the System Lady vanished, leaving no trace of where she went.
At that moment, Trilobite noticed a new special skill on his attribute board.
[Special Skill: Whale Fall Aura]
[Description: When whales fall, life blooms; but few realize whales and large animals are vibrant ecosystems themselves, not just after death.]
[Beyond barnacles, whales host countless small worms and crustaceans. These feed visiting fish and larger crustaceans, while whale waste attracts feeding fish. Truly, whales are living marine biospheres, radiating vitality!]
[The host now gains the capability to make all things flourish!]
"Hmm…"
Trilobite pondered briefly.
This was his first such experience, and it pleased him.
As for this skill…
"Alright, maybe not practical, but it gladdens me."
"Should benefit my spawn?"
"Those stories I told her weren’t wasted."
"Hope we’ll work better together."
In this harsh world, Trilobite had no time to ponder gains or consequences.
He browsed the "Evolution STEAM Store" while drifting near his cave.
"This time… more armor!"
Unseen by Trilobite, the System Lady’s gift had already taken effect.
—-
"This is today’s meal?"
An ocean person stared dejectedly at his ration—a large bowl of unidentifiable mush.
Beside him loomed a massive Trilobite-shaped mining ship.
The massive shadow of the Giant God cast upon the mining ship and the entire divine grace mound.
He piloted this mining ship.
Few remembered that the ocean people, sheltered by the Giant God, still belonged to the "Human Resistance Branch."
Yet this organization’s structure remained fully intact.
Under the watch of living saints and Solar Knights, the entire system became ruthlessly efficient—devoted solely to warfare and repelling chaos!
Everyone worked, assigned to roles matching their skills.
Precious resources like food and water were strictly rationed.
Though the Giant God endlessly "bestowed" divine grace mounds across the City of Dimensions and beyond—solving energy needs—the desolate ocean floor, ravaged and tainted by chaos, yielded little sustenance.
Magically synthesized food was abundant but tasteless, like chewing dirt; only salted could it be swallowed.
Now, this ocean person held exactly that.
"Quit grumbling."
"No choice here."
An elder ocean person beside him shook his head.
"Chaos-polluted waters stay barren long after cleansing… Nothing grows. Nothing lives."
"Though we dwell in lightless depths, this ‘dimension mud’ bathes us in life-sustaining radiative energy."
"If chaos hadn’t come…"
"We’d have fungi thriving here—feeding on that energy."
"Glowing like star-dust in the dark. Beautiful."
"And fungi draw small shrimp, tiny fish, all sorts of bugs. Then come bigger fish."
"In time, even deep-sea whales!"
"Then we’d feast on fish… deep-sea leviathans… every kind…"
*Gulp…*
…
The elder embraced his young comrade. Eyes shut, they envisioned that world full of vitality—fish darting through imagined currents.
But when their eyes opened…
Pupils dilated in the gloom, catching sparks of wonder.
Tiny single-celled beings glimmered across the seabed—fireflies in the abyss. Their scattered light danced in every widened, awe-struck eye.
