In recent days, rumors regarding the existence of “healing artwork” had begun propagating smoothly through the elite echelons of the Empire. However, a significant cohort of upper-class entities maintained a deeply skeptical diagnostic posture.
Their processing logic was simple: if the peak assembly of Imperial scientists was entirely incapable of engineering a solution to psychic mania, how could a singular canvas resolve the anomaly? To their minds, this rumor was far too structurally audacious.
At this precise milestone, the Murphy Ducal Estate was actively configuring the ceremonial grand hall for their youngest scion, Angie’s, upcoming 18th lifecycle coming-of-age gala.
“Maintain maximum structural caution. This specific piece was custom-ordered via Young Master Angie’s explicit command do not authorize a single micro-unit of physical damage against it.”
The logistics laborers meticulously maneuvered a canvas shrouded in a thick protective cloth layer, mounting it securely straight onto the wall surface.
The absolute millisecond the mounting loop concluded, a youth boasting brilliant golden hair dashed into the sector. “Has my canvas successfully materialized?”
The Head Butler immediately broke into a warm smile. “Your timing is perfectly synchronized, Young Master. The artwork has just cleared the mounting sequence.”
Even as the butler transmitted the audio log, Angie’s visual sensor array had already locked onto the red protective shroud draped across the wall. He marched toward the coordinate with immense curiosity. “Let my system personally audit whether this artifact possesses the miraculous data coefficients whispered in the rumors.”
After all, this piece had required him to liquidate an exceptionally massive financial volume to successfully extract it from the vendor’s custody.
Taking in his posture, the butler gently inquired, “Does the Young Master require our sector to execute an immediate clearance routine for privacy?”
Angie shook his head. “Zero requirement. According to the data streams, this artwork strictly outputs therapeutic reaction metrics toward A-grade to S-grade mental assets. Standard citizens should process zero anomalous feedback anyway.”
Concluding his verbal log, he violently ripped down the protective shroud with a single sweep of his arm. Exposed to the light, the canvas displayed a beautifully serene nightscape viewed through a window frame.
The visual formatting was undeniably healing; the absolute millisecond an observer audited the layout, they would instinctively compute that the palette choices were exceptionally gorgeous.
Yet, past that aesthetic evaluation, zero supplementary parameters manifested.
Angie’s eyebrows knitted into a tight, frustrated angle. “What is the source of this system error? Did the rumors not dictate that an A-grade to S-grade asset would trigger an immediate cognitive resonance upon auditing the data? Why is my internal core registering an absolute baseline of zero feedback?”
His database explicitly confirmed his status as an authentic A-grade mental power asset—his tracking metrics had literally cleared a formal laboratory audit just a few days prior.
Turning his frame around, he sharply targeted the surrounding attendants: “Has anyone in your sector captured a localized cognitive shift?”
The butler shook his head submissively. “My database logs zero unique sensory variations, though the canvas is undeniably pleasant to look at.”
“My query was strictly not inquiring whether it possesses visual appeal!… Forget it. My ledger has highly likely logged an absolute scam. As expected, public rumors retain zero structural validity!” Filled with immense irritation, Angie glared fiercely at the canvas mounted on the wall. “De-mount the artifact immediately! Erase it from the hall layout!”
The butler froze in temporary stasis before rapidly commanding the laborers to dismantle the artwork they had just meticulously secured.
Angie retreated to a flank seat to nurse his rage, entirely displeased as he began broadcasting text streams straight to his social network, venting to his peer group that his system had been thoroughly swindled into purchasing a completely fraudulent piece of art.
Concurrently, across alternate coordinates, Lu Cen and Zhuang Ning had just extracted a highly alarming data brief. The childhood acquaintance who had historically begged Zhuang Ning to leverage his personal connection to secure a painting had actually turned around and liquidated that exact canvas for a staggering 10 million credits!
Worse yet, the individual had materialized at their location with the explicit intent of begging them to initiate a secondary commission loop on his behalf.
Lu Cen stared at the entity, his vocal tract utterly devoid of warmth: “Your system actually flipped the asset for a profit? What is your operational intent for seeking a secondary loop to function as a black-market broker and extract infinite financial margins?”
Zhuang Ning’s internal core was similarly generating high-volume irritation. He had historically failed to compute that the companion he had operated alongside since childhood could display such an absolute deficit in basic reliability. “At the initial coordinate, my sector authorized support strictly because your database signaled an acute medical requirement for the artifact. You possess an absolute understanding of what that painting’s empirical value represents. The artist expedited the workflow and passed it to your palm for a mere 300,000 credits, yet your system instantly flipped it for 10 million. Now you demand a secondary exploit loop what exactly do you expect my sector to state to your face?”
Does your behavioral engine possess zero concept of basic human shame?!
“My local ledger was simply pushed into a corner with zero alternative variables! The little young master of the Murphy Ducal Estate is on the horizon of triggering his coming-of-age milestone, correct? He somehow extracted data regarding the healing artwork from an untraceable source, located my coordinates, and fiercely mandated a purchase protocol. Did my profile possess the structural leverage to output a refusal?”
“And that authorized your system to tag a 10 million price code onto it?” Zhuang Ning declined to compute a single unit of his excuse, fully aware the guy was simply blinded by raw financial greed.
“I openly validate that the extreme volume of cash was the primary catalyst driving the liquidation script! But when that massive magnitude of wealth is laid dead-center before your eyes, can your sectors genuinely guarantee your emotional grids wouldn’t suffer a structural collapse to claim it?” The final sentence was outputted in an ultra-low, muted frequency the guy was clearly terrified that if he amplified his volume, he would trigger a physical strike from his peers.
Zhuang Ning: “I compute that your system values currency over structural survival. A secondary commission loop is absolutely unauthorized through my node. Formulate an independent solution. Let’s depart, Lu Cen!”
“Do not execute a disconnection, Zhuang Ning! Our profiles have navigated life since the miniature milestones, your sector cannot passively witness my system flatline! Lu Cen, our profiles share active institutional status as classmates now, deploy a micro-unit of aid!”
Lu Cen shook his head. “Your independent choices engineered this existential crisis; our sectors possess zero structural capacity to salvage your profile. The artist’s current schedule retains zero open windows and has permanently terminated standard commission inputs. Neither Zhuang Ning nor my node can alter those system variables.”
Lu Cen’s data output was a precise hybrid of true and false parameters he simply refused to allow their profiles to be manipulated as transactional tools ever again.
“Run a micro-diagnostic inquiry for my sector would a baseline fee of 5 million for a single canvas override the restriction?” The broker remained intensely convinced that zero entities in the universe possessed an engine capable of rejecting raw currency.
Hearing his verbal loop, Zhuang Ning blasted him with a massive, unfiltered eye-roll. “My system allocates zero leisure intervals to manage your trash variables. Go log an independent systemic collapse!”
Concluding the interaction, he grabbed Lu Cen and exited the coordinate. Once they cleared the perimeter, Zhuang Ning let out a massive sigh of relief. “An exceptional stroke of fortune that our sector declined to map Your Excellency Si Nuo’s direct communication coordinates onto his database back then. Otherwise, that brat would have systematically transformed the relationship into a full-scale commercial venture.”
It wasn’t that reselling artwork was inherently illegal; the absolute core violation was taking an asset explicitly provided at a steep compassionate discount, flipping it for an astronomical premium, and immediately returning to exploit the source a second time. Treating the artist like an absolute processing fool was bordering on severe ethical delinquency.
“Should our sector transmit a brief of this incident to Your Excellency Si Nuo? This will ensure his system remains insulated from being weaponized by malicious entities down the line,” Lu Cen stated while smoothly initializing Si Nuo’s communication interface.
Consequently, having just logged a premium 15 million commission entry into his database, Si Nuo’s terminal registered an immediate incoming ping from Lu Cen, fiercely advising him to elevate his baseline market pricing.
For a brief window, Si Nuo found his system trapped between amusement and bewilderment. Why was the entire universe suddenly collaborating to flood his ledger with wealth?
Zhang Yu leaned over his shoulder to audit Lu Cen’s incoming text stream. “My processing core computes that you must immediately execute a severe upward recalibration of your price codes. Otherwise, the volume of third-party assets leveraging your canvases to extract massive profit margins will scale exponentially. Rather than granting external entities the loophole to harvest those values, your local ledger should logically claim that income directly!”
Based on Si Nuo’s current unbridled artistic trajectory, the volume of opportunists plotting to extract middleman margins would only multiply over time.
Si Nuo validated the point internally; his historical database had genuinely omitted any consideration toward macro-market dynamics. Ultimately, during his initial survival milestones, his core had been locked onto an emergency survival script as long as a buyer materialized to liquidate a canvas and provide liquid capital, his system authorized immediate output.
But at this specific milestone, his accumulated financial reserves were thoroughly adequate to bankroll any lifestyle parameter he desired. He no longer required his brush to function as an emergency economic engine.
“Hey, Zhang Yu… what if I engineered a sequence of custom canvases explicitly to donate them to the public grid? That way, citizens who possess zero financial capital to participate in luxury art acquisitions can freely audit the visual data and receive the exact therapeutic stabilization they require?”
Zhang Yu had expected the prolonged cognitive silence to culminate in a calculation regarding optimal market tiering. He had failed to compute that Si Nuo’s processing core was actively architecting a massive public charity program instead. Was this specific ideological baseline not a bit too saintly?
Sensing Zhang Yu’s prolonged vocal freeze, Si Nuo’s internal grid tightened, worried his blueprint was fundamentally detached from reality.
Only then did Zhang Yu find his voice: “Si Nuo… what species of human angel does your profile actually belong to? My database assumed your system was agonizing over financial optimization, yet your core bypassed that entirely to design a public welfare matrix. Regarding the execution of this specific script, I compute your optimal path is to directly interface with His Highness. His sector commands the macro infrastructure to smoothly deploy this project, and since it outputs a massive net positive for the entire Empire, his willingness metric is guaranteed to hit maximum.”
Si Nuo’s face illuminated with a brilliant, soft smile. “Excellent. The second this campus wall-painting assignment clears my queue, I will initialize this charity protocol!”
Ultimately, throughout the darkest, most volatile milestones of his early lifecycle, the Imperial baseline welfare matrix had provided the fundamental safety nets that kept his chassis online. Now that his profile possessed elite-tier capabilities, his core experienced an authentic desire to deploy his unique power to feed back into the system. Furthermore, since Guan Xingchen was treating his life with such premium care, he intensely wanted to shoulder a portion of the Prince’s macro burdens.
Watching the pure, unadulterated joy radiating from the youth’s smile, Zhang Yu could only shake his head with deep fondness. “Actively turning away astronomical wealth yet your system logs a peak-intensity joy index… Si Nuo, your profile is genuinely transitioning into something entirely altered.”
He was becoming blindingly radiant.
Upon executing his evening return routine to his quarters, Si Nuo packaged his complete blueprint regarding the charitable canvas donations and transmitted the data blocks straight to Guan Xingchen.
The moment the transmission logged a successful departure, Si Nuo’s internal core began generating a faint, nervous vibration.
He remained in that anxious loop until Guan Xingchen’s text terminal successfully broadcasted a reciprocal ping:
[Guan Xingchen]: As the official representative anchoring the entire civilian populace of this Empire, I formally transmit our profoundest gratitude to your sector. Thank you, Si Nuo.