Phew.

How boring.

Jiu Han sat in the corner and looked at the blackboard in front of her, complaining in her heart.

Ah ~ What if someone rushed in and said, "Why are you still in class?

The world is still waiting for you to save it! "

Then, he would hand her a treasured knife and take her away without any explanation. This way, it wouldn't be too boring. Moreover, she could also show off in front of these classmates who were always mocking and ridiculing her.

It would be even better if that person could lead her away coolly and meet the seniors who were visiting their alma mater in the corridor. That would be perfect.

However, Jiu Shu knew that it was impossible. She couldn't help but fantasize. She had a serious case of hallucinations, but fortunately, it was benign.

This was the last class. She was a day student, so she didn't have to study at night. However, to her, the last class of every day was especially long. In fact, it wasn't her illusion. Every teacher seemed to have discussed with each other that the last class would always be delayed. If it was a short period of ten or twenty minutes, then it would be free. If it was a long period, it would start at forty minutes.

Jiu Shu counted the time in her heart and felt a little annoyed. This class had already been delayed for twenty-six minutes and eleven seconds. It was a math class. The math teacher always said, "Can I talk about the last question?" Her tone was very good and no one in the class dared to reject her. Especially now that they were in their third year of high school, whether they wanted to learn or not, they all wanted to work hard.

However, Jiu Shu was different. She had no interest in "university".

Jiu Shu turned her head and twirled her pen in boredom. She had just started and was caught by the math teacher.

"Jiu Shu, can you explain to everyone how to solve this question?"

Jiu Shu stood up and didn't say anything.

The air in the classroom froze for half a minute. Jiu Shu lowered her eyes. No one was helping her.

She didn't know what she was blindly expecting.

The math teacher asked her to stand and listen to the class. He couldn't help but scold her, "You're already in your third year of high school. Stop playing around. University isn't something you can get into just by daydreaming.

Especially some of you!

Your grades are clearly dragging us down, yet you still don't have any sense of shame and pay attention in class! "

Jiu Shu could not help but clench her fists as the Maths teacher continued to ramble on on the stage. His words were getting more and more unpleasant.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to do it. To be honest, she could come up with five solutions to the question on the blackboard. She could even confidently say that the teacher only knew three solutions at most.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to, she just didn't want to talk about it.

It was the same for exams. It wasn't that she didn't know how to do it, she just didn't want to do it.

Perhaps it was because of her laziness, but in fact, she knew in her heart that she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it anymore.

How disgusting.

Her punishment lasted until the end of class. Before the teacher left, she said, "Jiu Shu, come to my office later."

Jiu Shu didn't answer. She only focused on packing her things. The students around her glanced at her, then laughed and chatted with their close friends.

Jiu Shu didn't have much of a reaction — she was already used to it.

Jiu Shu picked up her backpack. However, she didn't go to the office. Instead, she walked out of the school gate and headed home.

Just as she was about to enter the house, she tripped over the umbrella that she had casually left behind this morning. Her arm hit the corner of the shoe cabinet. It was so painful that tears came out of her eyes.

Jiu Shu endured the pain and closed the door. Unexpectedly, she accidentally pinched her hand. She hurriedly pulled it out and closed the door again. Squatting against the door, she put her finger in her mouth. Looking at the dark house, she couldn't help but cry.

Today … was her birthday.

It was her eighteenth birthday.

It wasn't that she hadn't celebrated her birthdays alone in the past. However, she didn't know what was wrong with her today. Perhaps it was because she was an adult today, or perhaps it was because she was too unlucky today, but she suddenly felt like crying.

She buried herself in the crook of her arm and cried out loud. She wanted to vent all the pain and suffering of the past five years.

Perhaps she was too tired. As she cried and cried, her voice became quiet. As she cried and cried, she fell asleep.

Because she was asleep, she didn't notice that there was a small blue dot flying around her. After flying for a long time, it suddenly shone brightly and lit up the entire house. Then, it disappeared.

When Jiu Shu woke up again, the sky was completely dark. She moved her body. Her legs and hands were numb.

She slowly stood up, turned on the lights, and walked to the living room. She glanced at the time. It was 23: 55.

Then, she glanced at her phone again. There was no new message.

Other than her, no one else remembered her birthday.

Jiu Shu lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep again.

"Hello, Jiu Shu."

Jiu Shu stared blankly at the countless numbers in front of her. She turned around. She was surrounded by numbers.

"Jiu Shu, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

Jiu Shu hesitated for a moment. She felt that she might have fallen into a deep fantasy again. She asked, "You are …?"

"I'm sorry. I don't understand if you want to know my identity or my name.

Out of courtesy, I will answer both questions.

But I'm sorry. My memory is incomplete. I don't know my name. But you can call me 'System'. I think that will make it easier for you to understand.

As for my identity, I'm just a bunch of numbers. In other words, I'm the System. "

Jiu Shu was stunned. She asked subconsciously, "Transmigration text?

Rebirth text?

Transmigration text? "

The System was silent for a moment. Then, Jiu Shu saw the numbers in front of her moving rapidly. Then, it stopped. "Your fitness is 100%. Adjusting 'System' personality."

"It's a comprehensive type of transmigration."

Jiu Shu, "???"

The System was silent for a moment. The numbers moved again. Then, the System said, "It's detected that you are confused. Thus, the explanation mode is activated."

Jiu Shu, "Stop stop stop stop???

You know idioms too?! "

The System replied, "This is knowledge that we must have. If you don't like it, I can adjust it."

"There's no need!

Explain it first! "

"Jiu Shu, the world you're in now is called the Main World. I'm a System from 'Amagi.' You can understand Amagi as the sky or the universe.

The Main World has an ability that no other world has. It's called 'Creation'.

This ability is very troublesome to explain, but I can give you an example.

It's detected that you've been reading 'My Hero Academy' recently. I can tell you that this world exists in this Secondary World. You can call it a 'parallel world'. "

"Wait!" Jiu An was a little confused. "You mean to say that the world of comics actually exists?

But they're not connected to the world we live in? "

"No, they're connected. It's just that you can't reach them on your own.

Moreover, it doesn't exist in all manga worlds. You can think of 'creation' as an ability with self-awareness. It can be a novel, a manga, an animation, or even a game. "

"There's no basic requirement?"

"There isn't.

Let's take 'My Hero Academia' as an example. It's an animation that hasn't ended yet, but this world has indeed been created. Meanwhile, there are some finished works that aren't inferior to it, but they didn't create a parallel world. "

Jiu Shu was confused, but she didn't ask. She felt that this had nothing to do with her. What she should be concerned about now was what the System wanted her to do.

But before she could ask, the System answered her, "Jiu Shu, 'Creation' is not something we can control, so we don't know why.

As for what you need to do, that is to save the parallel world.

You've described yourself as a 'deep fat otaku.' Therefore, I can conclude that you've read countless movies, novels, and games. Therefore, you should know that in many settings, the protagonists are either looked down upon or bullied when they're young. Most of them don't have a smooth life.

But these protagonists can still maintain a kind and upright heart in these 'unsmooth' situations. Forgive me for being blunt, but humans can't reach this level.

I think you understand it yourself. "

Jiu Shu fell silent. Yes, she understood it. She didn't dare to say that she used to be so kind, but at least she wouldn't be like this in the past. Unwilling to negotiate and without any 'joy in helping others'.

"I don't mean to mock you, but I have to say that at least you don't have any intention of taking revenge on society. This is already considered good."

The System paused and continued, "Let's go back to the main topic.

This type of character is usually called 'little angel' by humans. They often bring positive energy to people, but this is only the plot you see. In fact, when the parallel world is created, the 'karmic line' begins.

The 'little angel' you speak of may deviate from the author's' character setting 'for various reasons. Most protagonists are very powerful in the later stages. Therefore, this parallel world is very likely to be destroyed by the protagonist.

And what you need to do is to maintain the protagonist's character setting and ensure the safety of the parallel world. "

Jiu Shu fell silent again. Then, she resolutely refused, "I'm not doing it. Find someone else."

"This is a mission to save the world. Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

Jiu Shu lowered her head and laughed softly, "Save the world?

Who's going to save me?

I'm just an orphan without parents. The world doesn't need me to save it.

I don't have the ability to do so. "

"Jiu Shu, you do.

According to our tests, you were able to solve a twelve-year-old super difficult problem when you were five years old. You're a genius. "

Jiu Shu shook her head, "No, I'm just an orphan."

"Jiu Shu, trust me.

Accept this mission and you'll get what you lost. "

Jiu Shu was stunned. She didn't speak for a long time.

Was this what she wanted …?

What she wanted had always been simple.